the dial-a-poem-poets

1. Allen Ginsberg | Vajra Mantra (2:00, Recorded at Western Illinois University, April 15, 1972)   Download 2. Diana De Prima | Revolutionary Letters Nos. 7, 13, 16, 49 (7:07, Recorded GPS, New York, March 21, 1969) Download 3. William Burroughs | excerpts from The Wild Boys (6:53, Recorded Duke Street, London, Nov. 19, 1971)  Download 4. [...]

mike koehler | god goes postal

GOD GOES POSTAL
Got a picture of Jesus
in the mail today.
8 x 11 inch paper facsimile
of a prayer rug with
Jesus in His blondeness,
His California surfin’ dude beard.
I thought,
if You looked like this back then,
they would have killed You
in the cow shed when You were born.
But hey,
it makes us white folk feel better
about worshipping someone
from the Middle [...]

daniel anderson | remembering door in photographs

Daniel Anderson
Remembering Door in Photographs
by Norbert Blei
For those who still question whether photography is art, I suggest they visit the Miller Art Museum in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin and dwell on the exhibit “Barbara’s Farm: A Color Photography Memoir,” by Daniel Anderson, January 16 to March 2, 2010.
I doubt anyone can walk past the first few [...]

lilliput review # 171

Four from Lilliput Review #171:
Charlie Mehrhoff, C.L. O’Dell, Lauramarie Taylor, Grant Hackett

Between:
I remain in this body
and wait
for the poet to return.

-Charlie Mehrhoff

Thought
is the way wind
moves paper.

-C.L. O’Dell

roadside
little girl walking backwards

-Lauramarie Taylor

Dear Soul : : How can I tolerate your tracks in the snow

-Grant Hackett

hosho mccreesh | 3 blues poems

Son House
knows of which he speaks,
knows of murder and self-defense,
knows of years gone on Parchman Farm,
knows of all those years lost
at the Central Railroad,
knows Robert Johnson
sold his soul to the devil,
knows there’s nothing worth
caring about but whiskey,
knows things that give shape to
that old, scratchy voice,
knows failures and infidelities
make us more and not less,
knows we each [...]

glistening with blood | a bellyfull of anarchy by rob plath

Some books are written in ink.
Some books are still banged out on the typewriter, a glass of beer pushed off to the side, the floor swimming with old papers and books. It really doesn’t matter how you get the words down, if they don’t have the taste of blood smeared on them they’re [...]

todd moore | glistening with blood | a bellyfull of anarchy by rob plath

Some books are written in ink.
Some books are still banged out on the typewriter, a glass of beer pushed off to the side, the floor swimming with old papers and books. It really doesn’t matter how you get the words down, if they don’t have the taste of blood smeared on them they’re [...]

writing poetry, burning the house

You
can plan to burn a house down. You can even do it on the spur of the moment and then step back and enjoy the heat of the fire and the way it blows the windows out and breaks the doors in half. Burning a house down is a little like committing [...]

todd moore | writing poetry, burning the house

You
can plan to burn a house down. You can even do it on the spur of the moment and then step back and enjoy the heat of the fire and the way it blows the windows out and breaks the doors in half. Burning a house down is a little like committing [...]

robert wilkinson & li po

Robert Wilkinson and Li Po
This is the third posting in a row, the second on “variations on the theme of Li Po.” It’s always fascinating to read the effect of one writer (sometimes an ‘ancient’) on another. And here we have the poet, Robert Wilkinson, wrestling with the words, time, presence of Li Po, [...]