I’m not kidding. I mean:
Subscriptions ordered before July 1st will receive
A SIGNED, LIMITED EDITION HARDCOVER COPY OF FJORDS
Hunger Transit by Feng Sun Chen (Spring 2012)
Fjords by Zachary Schomburg (Spring 2012)
Handsome Vol. 4 (Spring 2012)
Dark Matter by Aase Berg, trans. Johannes Göransson (Fall 2012)
The Moon’s Jaw by Rauan Klassnik (Fall 2012)
Gonna get mine as soon as my wallet gets filled back up again. Sigh. Moving is so expensive.
That’s right, kittens. Gotta tell you about a whole new thing over at Emprise Review. Yes, we know our site has been in maintenance mode for a while. Yes, we know it’s been a while since the last issue. But we think it’s been worth it. Truly. I mean, have you seen how great the site looks? That’s all thank to our Editor-in-Chief, Patrick. He’s done a fabulous job making this site awfully specutacular.
And now…drumroll please…THERE’S A BRAND NEW ISSUE! Yes, brand-spanking new and full of amazing amazingness by some of your favorite writers and some new ones who we think will become some of your favorite writers. Check it out, read the pieces, give the writers some love, won’t you? All of our issues have been amazing but I really do think this might be the tippy top of the heap so far. Everything in it is nothing short of greatness.
It is called 104 F. I don’t know how to do the little degree thing on my computer. Hopefully Peter will forgive me.
His poem is beautiful and you should read it. It’s well worth your time.
I love this bit by Harry Martinson, from “The Makers of Perpetuum Mobile…”
It was all very different in the times of the old smithies. Then the village blacksmith never felt above doing some work on the perpetuum mobile. But that’s an old tradition vanishing with the new order of things: The old dream of a boundless wonder, created with his bare hands by some cog-wheel mystic who never gave up. I feel greatly for those things. There’s faith in the spirit of the solution, a superstitious belief in the shrewdness of cunning fingers. The blacksmith as Hamlet. “The time is out of joint”; but if I could only get back the knack of the wheel, I would be able to set it right.
I’m working on a set of writings about futuristic old-timey machinery. A little like steampunk–but something more like magic by machine. So reading this was like drinking in spiked honey. The maker out of his own time. The time where hands no longer make things, even if the hands outrace the mind. It gives me shivers.
By the way, I’m trying to get my hands on a copy of Martinson’s Aniara, which I am so excited to read I can hardly stand it. But. It seems to be out of print–any ideas? I see it’s on Amazon’s marketplace but don’t want to pay an arm and a leg…and I’d rather buy from a small press, of course.
It’s Wallace Stevens week at Big Other! I wrote about Stevens–one of my favorite poets: about his job, and what it meant to his poetry and his way of looking at the world. Stevens, I argue, is a poet of the imagination:
a lot of artists would rather do anything than work in what they see as the establishment (Academia is clearly another matter, for some reason). And it’s clear that they’d like to paint all great artists going all the way back with the same broad brush. These are often the artists of the school that values experience above all, that say to be a poet you have to live as a poet. But Stevens was not a poet of the experience school. He was a poet who valued the life of the imagination above all else, and believed that all we need is contained within it.
You can read the whole thing here, as well as a lot of great posts on Stevens throughout the week on Big Other.
Dark Sky’s November Web Issue has some fabulous, fabulous stuff in it, including killer stories by Dave Housely, Ravi Mangla, and Jimmy Chen.
There is a fascinating article on T.S. Eliot and lit crit in November’s Commentary.
Steve Himmer is interviewed by his new publisher, Atticus Books, here. A must-read.
I just added Eric Beeny’s new poetry collection, Of Creatures, to my teeming cart at Amazon.
If you don’t know about For Every Year yet, you really need to. Start with Chantel Louise Tattoli’s new story, which is amazing and terrific and many other superlatives.
Because everyone loves this stuff, Cliff Garstang’s Pushcart Rankings. Dunno if it means anything, but it’s always pretty interesting.
Bush was actually too lazy to write his own memoir. True story.