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Posted on July 29, 2011
Sheila E. Murphy's most recent publications include Reverse Haibun (White Sky Books, 2011) and Toccatas in the Key of D (Blue Lion Books, 2010). Her visual work appears widely in galleries and collections. Murphy has resided in Phoenix all of her adult life. ______ One Response to 2 Vispos by Sheila Murphy • July 30, 2011 at 8:52 pm The top one is so ARIZONA ! The bottom is so MARDI GRAS SOLAR SYSTEM (blue period)! ______________________________ Mad Hatters' Review Reading – First Annual New York Poetry Festival Posted on July 28, 2011 by marc Don't miss cosmic readings by Alexander Cigale, Larissa Shmailo, Yuriy Tarnawsky and Carol Novack (via Larissa's lips) this weekend on Governors Island at 4 pm, Saturday, on Stage 3 (the Admiral). Also, don't miss Larissa with Brant Lyon and the Hydrogen Jukebox Poemusic Band, Sunday at noon (also Stage 3). _________________________________ Posted on July 28, 2011 by marc IN WHICH I DON'T MEAN armadillo sheathed hover bedside weather fluctuations' restore my former pony, volleyball is safe shear [ the poltergeist's diaper [is] for a urine test, [expressing] your ] popsicle [to] sociopath where everything that cannot be seen electrode- like parachute-failure applied externally, pimped [out] goblin although [not] good meat how tight or nipply, inflatable doll's t-shirt primordial soup pulverized is if you're willing to have your jar polished risen well [CAKE] but Tyson Bley walks dogs for a living. He writes mainly about these experiences. He was born in South Africa but can now be located at http://soapstain.blogspot.com/ ________________________________ Excerpts from Walter Ruhlmann's Songs of Unease Posted on July 26, 2011 by marc S1 The doors open then within the radiant S2 In the streets S3 The pencil leads S20 I did not fertilise Zelda All poems from The Songs of Unease by Walter Ruhlmann Walter Ruhlmann was born in 1974 in France . He currently lives in Mamoudzou, Mayotte where he works as an English teacher. He has been publishing mgversion2>datura (ex-Mauvaise graine) for fifteen years. Walter is the author of several poetry chapbooks and e-books in French and English and has published poems in various printed and electronic publications world wide. He co-edited and translated poems for the bilingual free verse and form section for the anniversary issue of Magnapoets in January 2011. His blog http://lorchideenoctambule.hautetfort.com/ _________________________________________ Posted on July 22, 2011 Another Great Depression It all started with that one damn phrase: “The only thing to fear is fear itself.” No,I say, everything, seen from a certain angle, becomes fear itself. And so everything is fearful to me. If only I could get to the office. The excuses I've offered! I've no choice but to await the labeling of an emotional disturbance and take my disability. Of course, I fear diagnosis, for my historical hysteria has not yet been identified. It's organic, in the gut. I fear loss of work, food, shelter. I wish I were an animal, stripped of that human fur: consciousness. Like a poor cat with all the wrong spots, my fur paints me pathetic. And what if I never obtain disability? I'm no boy scout. How would I build fires? This is Minneapolis . I freeze to death. I will freeze in fear's ice. I fear that, too, the freezing, but worse, the fear while freezing. Fear envelopes me, seals me like a letter and mails me back to myself. I constantly check the mailbox for a bill, and there I am, a debt forever due. Occasionally, I think of my future work replacement, lost in the paperwork, trying to make sense of my hundreds of organizational systems. It's simply impossible for any replacement to understand just one of those systems. My replacement will ruin all that I've accomplished. I fear that more than anything, except working. This fear, this black umbrella, is pressed into my hand and held by Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself, whose voice accompanies me everywhere, forever repeating his phrase on the radio between my ears. He even sits beside me on the couch, smug in his fearlessness. I've tried talking to him, but he won't speak. He refuses to look at me. He peers midway between the floor and the ceiling, straight ahead, at some zone of fearlessness. And in my Great Depression, what good has he done me? Where's my New Deal? My bankrupt courage proves immune to Keynesian economics. If I had never thought, “But how can I not fear fear itself?” then none of this would have happened. I try to get rid of him, shouting, “Shove off.” I give him a push. He uses gravity to his advantage and takes on airs like a nonchalant bird. Despite FDR's aristocratic manner, I've many times tried to ignite a warm greeting, but always his hand is cold and mine becomes the tongue to his frozen fence. And so he continues and will never stop broadcasting. I would assassinate him, lest my fear of crime. And so I ask every stranger, “Brother, can you spear a mime?” Watch the trailer about Paul A. Toth's latest work, Airplane Novel . VIDEO CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE Airplane Novel is, without a doubt, the most extraordinary of all books published to date on the destruction by terrorists of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. His book tells a truly intimate inside story of the rise and fall of the Twin Towers that cuts through the hype and emotive rhetoric… Objective, clear-headed and big-picture focused, this is a book that will change the outlook of many a reader regarding the 9/11 tragedy. —Dan Newland, international journalist for The New York Times Paul A. Toth's first three published novels form a nonlinear trilogy consisting of Fizz, Fishnet and Finale . Most of his published work—fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and multimedia—are available online. To access Toth's sites, visit tothworld.com . ___________________________ Posted on July 21, 2011 How We Lost Solange We heard there was a price on your head they said you they said you slept naked with the Kuikuro far up the Xingu , they said, they said that since you we formed a rescue team but you saw us coming in the note we found Mary Mackey's published works include six collections of poetry, including Breaking The Fever (Marsh Hawk Press, 2006) and Sugar Zone (forthcoming from Marsh Hawk Press, October 2011) and twelve novels. Her poems have been praised by Wendell Berry, Jane Hirshfield, Dennis Nurkse, Ron Hansen, Dennis Schmitz, and Marge Piercy for their beauty, precision, originality, and extraordinary range. Three times Garrison Keillor has featured her poetry on his program The Writer's Almanac. Mackey's work has been translated into twelve foreign languages including Japanese, Hebrew, Greek, Russian, and Finnish. For the last twenty years she has been traveling to Brazil with her husband, Angus Wright, who writes about land reform and environmental issues. At present she is working on a series of poems inspired by the works of Brazilian poets and novelists. Combining Portuguese and English, she creates poems that use Portuguese as incantation to evoke the lyrical space that lies at the conjunction between Portuguese and English. More of her poetry can be found here . ___________________________ Posted on July 19, 2011 Moth on Screen with Optical Illusion
Morgan Harlow's photography appears on the Contrary Magazine website and is forthcoming in Otoliths and Convergence . Morgan has stories, poems and other writing published or forthcoming in Burnside Review , Blackbox Manifold , Washington Square , Descant , Seneca Review , Tusculum Review , West Wind Review , The Moth , and elsewhere. _______ One Response to Photo by Morgan Harlow • July 20, 2011 at 3:37 am Very Mad Hatter. One pill made him much LARGER. Great shot great boka ___________________________________ Posted on July 18, 2011 another day older the radio, background to silence,
measure twice I've exhausted the thesaurus if we'd come closer, Daniel Zimmerman teaches English in New Jersey . His works include Isotopes2 ( Chicago : Beard of Bees, 2007), Post-Avant ( Columbus , OH : Pavement Saw, 2002; intro. by Robert Creeley), Isotopes ( London , England : frAme, 2001), Blue Horitals (with John Clarke; Amman , Jordan : Oasii, 1997), and others. ______________________________ Mad Hatters' Review on Asheville FM Posted on July 16, 2011 Contributors Jeff Davis (Issue 12) and Lori Horvitz (Issue 13) will join Carol Novack in hosting a Mad Hatters' Review radio show this Sunday on Jeff's Word Play series. Tune in to Asheville FM 5 – 6pm (EST USA ) to hear recitations of works published in the Review. ______________________________ Posted on July 15, 2011 Valediction The martins spill water We search for order… As we slip, the air You talk of impossible songs It's not quite Winter Hear the tide fall back Shallower than the river's skin.
Terrington Ward Too long this. Nothing is real. Songs fade around me in The night is too intimate. The lamps angle To nothingness. We are watched through opaque eyes; Outside, the night shades turn to words, Stephen Leake is a poet and teacher based in Norwich UK . He has had work published in the Times Education Supplement , Agenda, The Rialto and is a previous award winner in the Ottakar's/ Faber National Poetry Competition . His work has been scored and performed by Professor John William Jones and he has recently contributed to the anthology Soul Feathers , alongside the poet laureate and Bob Dylan. He is the author of 2 poetry collections.
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