From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Sep 26 13:09:18 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:09:18 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] test message 2 Message-ID: <86a3fe410709261309o5bb50f9eveb0a0ca5bc862feb@mail.gmail.com> testing From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Sep 26 13:10:26 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:10:26 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] test message 3 - poem word formats Message-ID: *Poor Shoddy* *shŏd´ ē [origin unknown]* * * She's odd. She's nobody and knows it. She shudders, all shook up in her shabby body her shunned body. Can't shed odors of a shady past, a shaggy dog story of shitty odds, a soggy shack, slipshod shanty 'mid the sodden sod. A sure lock on schlocky. Come up short. What's sloppy is near ungodly, what's odious should be shot. Should die. Should she? Shhh. . . Such damaged goods the source of Schadenfreude. Shocking. Her show of shards. What a lot to shoulder. Shut the shutters, shadow lady, shut the shouting out (ah, but not the shame) the stab of an age-old jeer that seems to call your name— *Cheap shoes! Cheap shoes!* -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Sep 26 13:14:18 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:14:18 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] what happens when i send it here? Message-ID: <86a3fe410709261314j301cbcb7rd2f391b829c943f5@mail.gmail.com> -- RealPoetik realpoetik.blogspot.com From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Sep 26 13:24:35 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:24:35 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Jeanne Marie Beaumont Message-ID: <86a3fe410709261324j185d3eb8v65dfba0c8e4065cb@mail.gmail.com> Jeanne Marie Beaumont is the author of Curious Conduct (BOA Editions) and Placebo Effects (Norton). New work is forthcoming in Court Green and Crab Orchard Review, and in The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: 20th Annual Collection. She teaches in the Stonecoast MFA Program and at the 92nd Street Y, and is director of the Frost Place Seminar. She lives in Manhattan. If You Wish To Be Removed From This List You must be more careful. You must wash your hands up to your elbows and dry them with a linen towel. You must say please. You must swallow your lumpy medicine. You must draw a card and return it to the deck. You must deny deny deny. You must put it in writing. You must write your name on a cup and pee in it. You must read "Moby Dick." You must read "Moby Dick" again. You must perform forty hours of public penance. You must eat your spinach and finish your milk. You must shave. You must do windows. You must name names. You must demonstrate your ability to parallel park. You must share. You must lock the door and leave the key under the mat. You must change diapers. You must sift the dry ingredients and fold them into the wet ingredients. You must learn to work around the pain. You must drop a sack of unmarked bills in the trash bin by the sweetgum tree. You must forget what you just saw. You must produce your passport when asked: now. You must slip into something more uncomfortable. You must revise. You must, for your own protection, put on the blindfold. You must reset your clock. You must let the dog lie at the foot of the bed. You must pay the piper and leave a generous tip; use exact change. You must burn the dark letters. You must bail some water. You must forgive your mother. You must march to the river's edge. You must stop crying. You must give away your possessions to the poor. You must soak in bleach. You must pledge allegiance. You must summon the energy to clear the last hurdle. You must be very very brave. You must click your heels three times. Wish to be removed from this list, moved from this list, emptied of all words. Fancy That Does Not Do But Is (Dagobert Peche 1887-1923, Neue Galerie) The box is a bird. Jeweled, impractical. The elongated Lady Chair not for a lady, is a lady as the desk is a castle. How many flowers are too many flowers? A scarf field. A wall field. Solve no problem. The bird is a box. In such elaborately framed mirrors you would never be the fairest would be, in fact, never more than plain but here nothing is dulled by the chilly touch of facts, why a kind curator has hung them too high to peer into. As for the exquisite bird box we bow to behold it. Beside it a silver pumpkin with gilt interior viewable only to its occupant. A container detains what it retains. Attention. A little keeper. For pleasure as we walked in the snow to get here. Crossed the park. Crossed the century weary of utility to dream of a self detained in an extravagance that has no earthly use for us. Poor Shoddy shŏd´ ē [origin unknown] She's odd. She's nobody and knows it. She shudders, all shook up in her shabby body her shunned body. Can't shed odors of a shady past, a shaggy dog story of shitty odds, a soggy shack, slipshod shanty 'mid the sodden sod. A sure lock on schlocky. Come up short. What's sloppy is near ungodly, what's odious should be shot. Should die. Should she? Shhh. . . Such damaged goods the source of Schadenfreude. Shocking. Her show of shards. What a lot to shoulder. Shut the shutters, shadow lady, shut the shouting out (ah, but not the shame) the stab of an age-old jeer that seems to call your name-- "Cheap shoes! Cheap shoes!" Bantling Begins bănt´lĭng [origin unknown] With a fling: singapore slings at the bar, linguini and big band, banter on a banquette, lingering over brandy, a bit of bling bling, bangles and dangling earrings, bank on it, babe, an errant fling. Blood bad as a bee & ant coupling--that sting. Or when a banshee bangs a worldling, a bandit beds a linguist, or two battling bantam weights go at it. Antler-bashing in the ring-- ding! And the offspring? Its bad parents banished, can't blame barely known "bantling." Not banned but rarely bandied, Bundled in bunting, abandoned on language's back step: "babbling foundling, bound to banter soon-- free to good home" ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! PARIS HILTON POEM CONTEST ends at midnight on September 30! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Sep 26 13:36:23 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:36:23 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] Reading Oct 4 in NYC: Sharon Dolin, Tao Lin, Niels Hav, Elisa Gabbert, Sam Starkweather and Carol Peters! Message-ID: <86a3fe410709261336w29ef3c8ey3aa20a1a68980bec@mail.gmail.com> Dear RealPoetikers, come and hear the poets & say Hi to the editors! Cheers, Ana&Caroline, RealPoetik REALPOETIK NYC Thursday, October 4, 2007 at 8 pm. Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, between Houston and Bleecker. $8. +++ RealPoetik is the oldest and most active little magazine on the internet, publishing established & emerging poets since '96. Again we are Real in NYC with SHARON DOLIN TAO LIN NIELS HAV ELISA GABBERT SAMPSON STARKWEATHER & CAROL PETERS!!! Hosted by Editors Ana Bozicevic-Bowling & Caroline Conway +++ *Sharon Dolin* is the author of three books of poems: *Realm of the Possible *(Four Way Books, 2004), *Serious Pink *(Marsh Hawk Press, 2003), and *Heart Work *(The Sheep Meadow Press, 1995), as well as five poetry chapbooks. Her latest book, *Burn and Dodge, *is the winner of the Donald Hall Prize in Poetry and forthcoming from the University of Pittsburgh Press. Dolin is Poet-in-Residence at Eugene Lang College, The New School for Liberal Arts. She directs The Center for Book Arts Annual Letterpress Poetry Chapbook Competition and is a Curator for their Broadsides Reading Series. *Tao* *Lin* is the author of a novel, EEEEE EEE EEEE, a story-collection, BED, and a poetry-collection, YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT HAPPIER THAN I AM. Melville House will publish his second poetry-collection, COGNITIVE-BEHAVIORAL THERAPY, in 2008. *Niels Hav* is a Danish poet and short story writer living in Copenhagen with his wife, concert pianist Christina Bjørkøe. His new collection of poetry *We Are Here *is published by Book Thug, Toronto (books at bookthug.ca), and a selection of his poetry from the early years, *God's Blue Morris*, was published in Canada in 1992. He is the author of five collections of poetry and three of short fiction. *Elisa Gabbert* is an editor of *Absent*. Her recent poems have appeared or will appear in *Pleiades, Cannibal*, and *LIT*. A chapbook, *Thanks for Sending the Engine*, is available from Kitchen Press, and a book of collaborative poems written with Kathleen Rooney, *That Tiny Insane Voluptuousness*, is forthcoming from Otoliths Books. *Sampson Starkweather*'s poems and essays have recently appeared or are forthcoming in *LIT, Octopus Magazine, jubilat, New York* *Quarterly*, and many other publications. He lives in the woods alone. *Carol Peters *writes poetry and teaches creative writing. Her chapbook, *Muddy Prints, Water Shine*, will be published in the 2007 New Women's Voices Series by Finishing Line Press out of Georgetown, Kentucky. Carol's work has appeared in *Cairn*, *Pembroke Magazine*, *miPOradio*, *Pebble Lake Review*, *Bamboo Ridge*, *Ink Pot*, *Ink Burns*, and the anthology *Always on Friday*. She divides her time between Charleston, SC and Hakalau, HI and blogs at http://carolpeters.blogspot.com. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: