Posted on March 6th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
THE BROKEN AND THE DAMNED | By Jason Hardung | 90 pages | $15.00 | Epic Rites Press
Love is the blank space
in a magician’s hand.
It used to be a red ball
maybe a coin,
the queen of spades,
a dove
so disoriented
by fingers
it flew
towards the sun
only to be eaten
by a hawk.
(from love is)
I sat down with Jason Hardung’s the [...]
Filed under: Jason Hardung, Wolfgang Carstens
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Posted on March 5th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
timing is everything. and the timing of DEAD RECKONING by epic rites press is everything. because todd moore, the author, and wolf carstens, the publisher, have unveiled a book that captures that fraction of second in time when something new is happening. to go to examples of that revolution of consciousness, one [...]
Filed under: Todd Moore, Tony Moffeit
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Posted on March 5th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
timing is everything. and the timing of DEAD RECKONING by epic rites press is everything. because todd moore, the author, and wolf carstens, the publisher, have unveiled a book that captures that fraction of second in time when something new is happening. to go to examples of that revolution of consciousness, one [...]
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Posted on March 5th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
started reading Hemingway’s stories and novels more than fifty years ago I was fascinated by the way he put his sentences together. For the most part, they were unadorned, pared down to a kind of muscular zen essence. Hemingway rarely ever used adjectives. Or, if he did, they were very [...]
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Posted on March 5th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
started reading Hemingway’s stories and novels more than fifty years ago I was fascinated by the way he put his sentences together. For the most part, they were unadorned, pared down to a kind of muscular zen essence. Hemingway rarely ever used adjectives. Or, if he did, they were very [...]
Filed under: essays by todd moore
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Posted on March 4th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
If
the poetry is any good it comes to us with the poet’s blood smeared on it like a primitive announcement, a declaration. Here I am, it says, complete with all my anger, my rage, my skin and my bones. I have wounds to show you and I have stories to tell. [...]
Filed under: Todd Moore, Wolfgang Carstens
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Posted on March 4th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
If
the poetry is any good it comes to us with the poet’s blood smeared on it like a primitive announcement, a declaration. Here I am, it says, complete with all my anger, my rage, my skin and my bones. I have wounds to show you and I have stories to tell. [...]
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Posted on March 4th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
Blind Willie Johnson
Huddled in the ruins of his
burned-out Beaumont home,
not a single goddamed place to go,
turned out from the infirmary
for being black and blind
and not worth saving,
shivering in a rain-soaked bed,
too sick to go sing on his corner,
the milky water filling those
strong, beautiful lungs.
Blind Willie Johnson,
shaking and trembling,
thinking back on a ravaged life,
back to strumming [...]
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Posted on March 4th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
when dillinger
fired a
machine
gun burst
he acci
dentally
shot a
crow
then the
dead
bird fell
into the
weeds
near him
& its
blood
splashed
into his
shadow
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Posted on March 4th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
when dillinger
fired a
machine
gun burst
he acci
dentally
shot a
crow
then the
dead
bird fell
into the
weeds
near him
& its
blood
splashed
into his
shadow
Filed under: poems by todd moore
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