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Being the booklog of Glenn Ingersoll, poet, hunger manager, and cloud watcher, in which he returns via hoarded documents to a lot of old books he barely remembers and tries to figure out what they did to him.

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  • beautiful bitterness

    Posted on Friday September 5th, 2008 at 13:13 in

    Sam Kashner, reviewing his decision to give up poetry (by now many years old), says:“Poetry was turning out to be a mug’s game after all. Whoever said that – I think it was T.S. Eliot, the most ...

  • “The most sensitive poets seemed capable of cruelty.”

    Posted on Thursday September 4th, 2008 at 13:03 in , poetry

    Talking about a poet whose name has long been familiar to me (and one I often see coupled with big praise) Sam Kashner, a memoirist who claims he has given up poetry, drops in this aside: He is “a w...

  • “I hate feeling stupid”

    Posted on Sunday August 31st, 2008 at 10:56 in

    Sam Kashner was the first student of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado. He studied with Allen Ginsberg, Anne Waldman, William Burroughs, and Grego...

  • “I thought you were conceited.”

    Posted on Saturday August 30th, 2008 at 12:44 in , poetry

    more lines from “A Poem Under the Influence” by David Trinidad… The things I’ve missed / in life, lost in my own head. I don’t know how many times I’ve learned (after the fact) / that peop...

  • “So many poets”

    Posted on Friday August 29th, 2008 at 12:54 in , poetry

    lines from “A Poem Under the Influence” by David Trinidad:So many poets, so few kind ones … Once, when Ira and I arrived at an Upper West Side party for Wayne Koestenbaum, / the hostess (a Knopf...

  • gasps, thrills, fleshes

    Posted on Saturday August 23rd, 2008 at 15:02 in

    from the diary, 12/9/88: “In one of the textbooks this semester a poem is introduced and the editor gasps when he compares the poem to the version of the incident as it is recorded in the poet’s j...

  • nouriture

    Posted on Wednesday August 6th, 2008 at 18:00 in , poetry

    word of the day: nouriturecontext: “The Ballad of a Lost House”, a poem by Leonora Speyer, appearing in Prize Poems, 1913-1929, an anthology edited by Charles A. Warner.The poet is addressing her ...

  • princox

    Posted on Tuesday August 5th, 2008 at 21:13 in , poetry

    word of the day: princoxcontext: “Banal Sojourn”, a poem by Wallace Stevens, appearing in Prize Poems, 1913-1929, an anthology edited by Charles A. Warner. “… who can care at the wigs despoili...

  • pardie

    Posted on Monday August 4th, 2008 at 18:25 in , poetry

    word of the day: pardiecontext: “Banal Sojourn”, a poem by Wallace Stevens, appearing in Prize Poems, 1913-1929, an anthology edited by Charles A. Warner. “Moisture and heat have swollen the gar...

  • joss

    Posted on Wednesday July 23rd, 2008 at 14:24 in , poetry

    word of the day: josscontext: Our narrator is visiting “friend Chang [in] San Francisco …He lit a joss-stick long and black.Then the proud gray joss in the corner stirred …The great gray joss on...

  • “AFTERNOON”, by Emma Rossi

    Posted on Monday July 21st, 2008 at 12:55 in

    AFTERNOONOnce an imaginary friend lied to me.We were drinking tea with skim milk.I don’t know.The opal fog, a harp.I was trying to tell imaginary rightfrom imaginary wrong.It took more than a quote ...

  • “CRAB”, by Abilash Munnangi

    Posted on Wednesday July 16th, 2008 at 13:22 in

    CRABThe dead crab lies stilllimp on the dry sand Allstrength to crawl Gonefrom his hard shellBut he keeps a shapeof old angerCurved along his claws-- Abilash MunnangiAbilash Munnangi was in third grad...

  • “Deep Eyes”, by Darlyn Avina

    Posted on Tuesday July 15th, 2008 at 21:15 in

    Deep EyesEyes are like a hole,a hole with a sparkle that shines.Once you’re cursed with it in your lifethere is no way out of that curse of a hole.It feels so bad that you think your eyesare falling...

  • What do Ashurbanipal, Hadrian, Queen Elizabeth I, and Mao have in common?

    Posted on Monday June 30th, 2008 at 22:31 in , poetry

    Ashurbanipal was the ancient king in whose library was discovered the Epic of Gilagamesh. The king was literate, a rarity for the time, even for kings, who didn’t need to read, after all, they had s...

  • pile of reading

    Posted on Monday June 9th, 2008 at 11:11 in , fiction, literary magazine, outside us, pile, poetry, science fiction

    My Song Is the Light: the California Poets in the Schools Statewide Anthology 2007, edited by Mary Lee Gowland… We had four poets who teach under CPITS auspices read for Poetry & Pizza last Friday. ...

  • Sorry for Snake

    Posted on Wednesday June 4th, 2008 at 11:18 in

    I found issue #3 of Sorry for Snake, a digest-sized, saddle-staple lit zine, on the poetry shelf at Pegasus. The editors are Sara Mumolo and Jack Morgan, both former members of the Trainwreck Union. M...

  • underminedetermined

    Posted on Tuesday June 3rd, 2008 at 21:43 in

    Miekal And and Maria Damon coin some words in a poem, “Inbetween Detritus”, that appears in the second issue of UR*VOX:underminedeterminedtrashisionseclecstaticontolopportunitygenilimnital...

  • Emily Dickinson’s God

    Posted on Monday June 2nd, 2008 at 22:31 in , poetry

    Those -- dying then,Knew where they went --They went to God's Right Hand --That Hand is amputated nowAnd God cannot be found.The abdication of BeliefMakes the Behavior small --Better an ignis fatuusTh...