When you fell asleep with your fingerprint on the sensor I kept your hand warm. I kept my hand above the hand on your controller, and we scrolled through the menus together, punched your dream onto the screen. It was a first person shooter. You navigated through levels reserved for early adopters. Every portal glowing [...]
by Matthea Harvey, illustrated by Amy Jean Porter Of Lamb is the rare, special kind of book that is so beautiful one can’t help but keep it wrapped in tissue paper when they’re carrying around, as they might a shiny stone kept for luck. A collaboration between painter Amy Jean Porter and poet Matthea Harvey [...]
Great art and a true, living (not institutionalized) culture arise not from a series of snobs and gatekeepers, but from the inner necessity and desire of people to express the 7 kinds of affectual brain: play, courtship, grief, seeking, anger (outrage, scandal, impiety), caring (tenderness, friendship, affection, affinity), and fear. In terms of fear, grief, [...]
The setting, Yahia reminds me more than once, is a little absurd. We meet at McGinty’s Irish Pub in Silver Spring, situated in a bustling commercial environment, across from a cineplex and multi-storied shoe store. This woodpaneled simulacrum of authenticity, shutting out as much sunlight as it could, served as our original meeting place, a [...]
This entry is part of a series, Clubs and Societies» I’ve never really known how to write about other people without imposing some kind of “treatment” on them. And I guess it’s not possible to completely avoid imposing a “treatment” – but there are “treatments”, and then there are treatments. I discovered a poem called [...]
This entry is part of a series, Clubs and Societies» NOTE: Read about THEthe’s collaboration with the Red Room Company here. Across Australia, each state, city, suburb and street autonomously divides itself into thousands of clubs and societies. Sport, politics, art, craft, collectors: people gather voluntarily, outside the confines of their immediate geography, social class [...]
FOR IBRAHIM QASHOUSH They found you like a river stone in the Orontes where the people fished you out. And like oil on water you take the tint of all colors. Now a streetwise nation wakes, thousands on the Brooklyn Bridge, down Broadway, Cleveland, L.A., on the lawn of the Capitol jailbreaking our jobs and [...]
Resources?: 1.: THE SEXIEST CREATIVE GENIUS IN HUMAN HISTORY 2. : an academically rigourous archive of curated .gifs&such from the 90s. 3. : Julia Panek’s TV-poetry-for-an-internet-age. 4. : a technically limitless archive of free, rare, university-press-and-such .pdfs. 5. : an amazing resource for strange high-res scans of “found” images–with a hub in Southern Brooklyn, run [...]
from (Opera) Asylum 1. ______Here is the proof, ____________everything about me. I couldn’t stop thinking ___________about myself as him, so the revelatory parts of me _____like confetti undropped grew dusty and apologetic. “It isn’t enough _____to tell you any more.” ____________* _____“I’d like to think myself _____a generation who stayed married.” Back here, while walking [...]
, 2012 We lie in every word. Did I say word? Oh dear. I meant mode. We lie in every mode. Darcie Dennigan, “The Ninth Annual Meeting of the Fraternal Disorder of Historic Linguists or The Error of My Maze” Darcie Dennigan announces in Madame X, her second collection of poetry, that we have been [...]
I grew up in a neighborhood where most of the parents worked in factories or trades. The closest anyone came to a professional occupation was Ann Boyle next door who worked as an executive secretary for Bell telephone and, through the great benefits of that monopoly, was able to retire at age 55. Anne never [...]
Crude H2 its smothered O circling for sense there is none three-eyed or blind delirious with repair eventually or now _________________________________________________ Kevin Simmonds is a San Francisco-based writer, musician and filmmaker originally from New Orleans. His writing has appeared in jubilat, Kyoto Journal, Massachusetts Review and Poetry. His books include the poetry collection Mad for [...]
Brian: My favorite aspect of your novel, one that other “Armageddon” narratives mostly miss, is that the sky may fall, but still nothing is more terrifying than one’s own death (or even one’s own life). I guess this is a statement posing as a question. Colin: I like this. Thanks, Brian. Brian: A writer friend [...]
“Formal choices are never without ideological implications.” Marjorie Perloff From the title on of Jennifer Karmin’s “aaaaaaaaaaalice” (Flim Forum Press, 2010), we are falling—crowning though sentiment and buckshot language splayed across pages. “aaaaaaaaaaalice” is a book grappling to hold on to meaning in the self-fomenting chasm that is our condition. In this way, sentience is [...]
The following is from a series of Pi Poems, or Cadae—the alphabetical equivalent of the first five digits of Pi (3.1415). Pi is a transcendental number that is the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter approximately equal to 3.1415926535897. In poetry, it has been used as the basis for a syllabic form that [...]
The seven sections of Colin Winnette’s slim new novel Revelation correspond to the seven angels of the Book of Revelation. They bring with them fire, hail, receding oceans, bitter water, falling stars (and bodies, in a chilling moment), darkness, locusts, sinkholes, and, of course, those pesky horsemen. The seven sections also depict seven stages of [...]
