Monday, December 10, 2007
My New Chapbook
Dear Friends,
Please stop by and get your copy of Alex Lemon's brand new horse less chapbook, AT LAST UNFOLDING CONGO.
Me! At Last Unfolding Congo
The most recent postal rate increase means we're adding a $1 shipping charge to our books, but wait! Why don't you avoid the shipping cost by getting yourself a 6-book or 12-book subscription! Titles and purchasing info on the chapbook page.
Please stop by and get your copy of Alex Lemon's brand new horse less chapbook, AT LAST UNFOLDING CONGO.
Me! At Last Unfolding Congo
The most recent postal rate increase means we're adding a $1 shipping charge to our books, but wait! Why don't you avoid the shipping cost by getting yourself a 6-book or 12-book subscription! Titles and purchasing info on the chapbook page.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Dalai Lama
"When I met President Bush, I told him directly that some of your policies (on Iraq and Afghanistan), I have some reservations. But as a person, I love you. I mention like that."
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Knowledge
Tomato hornworms (Manduca quinquemaculata) are about the biggest caterpillars you’ll see.....
Thursday, September 20, 2007
News
Website is updated.
Good New Books
VERTIGO Martha Ronk (Coffee House)
NO REAL LIGHT Joe Wenderoth (Wave)
DEAR BODY Dan Machlin (ugly duckling)--everything they publish is gorgeous
THE WET COLLECTION Jonie Tevis (Milkweed)
THE FORMS OF YOUTH Stephen Burt (Columbia)
MODERN LIFE Matthea Harvey (Graywolf) +++
Good New Books
VERTIGO Martha Ronk (Coffee House)
NO REAL LIGHT Joe Wenderoth (Wave)
DEAR BODY Dan Machlin (ugly duckling)--everything they publish is gorgeous
THE WET COLLECTION Jonie Tevis (Milkweed)
THE FORMS OF YOUTH Stephen Burt (Columbia)
MODERN LIFE Matthea Harvey (Graywolf) +++
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Dan Machlin
Dear Body:
Whether my mind to my knee or a chest as hollow as a creek bed, these are the questions I am always asking, trying to mutter an answer to. If there was one popular tree on my property, it was the dream tree. Arms spread out in full growth, no shading here. But what do I know—I was a city boy raised in the sky. Now I am wandering into the eternal justification some call lethargy.
This body, he said (as if this specific body had a house, a housing). No, we were not just pleasant beings gazing into the sun, slightly tired and not yet hungry, having eaten lunch much too late.
And who is this “we” anyway—I was alone—tabulating the pros and cons of my history, sitting beside the ache in one’s arrogance meets devastation—this non-man, a rupture.
In the beginning, the land tore itself apart in volcanic ebulliences and simultaneously collapsed inward into tectonic concavity.
It was I who was being carried—a saint in a glass box, lord of Liberty Island, rabbi of abandoned parks.
I did not try to curry favor with the locals, though they tied me to the grammar with their hammers.
Insignificance, a pre-populated field whose minor chord inspired complaints about lost wages.
It was as if, here I was in you, my body, waging devastation on a foreign body—deformed bodies of state.
Whether my mind to my knee or a chest as hollow as a creek bed, these are the questions I am always asking, trying to mutter an answer to. If there was one popular tree on my property, it was the dream tree. Arms spread out in full growth, no shading here. But what do I know—I was a city boy raised in the sky. Now I am wandering into the eternal justification some call lethargy.
This body, he said (as if this specific body had a house, a housing). No, we were not just pleasant beings gazing into the sun, slightly tired and not yet hungry, having eaten lunch much too late.
And who is this “we” anyway—I was alone—tabulating the pros and cons of my history, sitting beside the ache in one’s arrogance meets devastation—this non-man, a rupture.
In the beginning, the land tore itself apart in volcanic ebulliences and simultaneously collapsed inward into tectonic concavity.
It was I who was being carried—a saint in a glass box, lord of Liberty Island, rabbi of abandoned parks.
I did not try to curry favor with the locals, though they tied me to the grammar with their hammers.
Insignificance, a pre-populated field whose minor chord inspired complaints about lost wages.
It was as if, here I was in you, my body, waging devastation on a foreign body—deformed bodies of state.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Saltgrass!
This morning a man in blue wearing a Minnesota Twins hat handed it to me, and this fine new journal, the production and the work inside it, is lovely. Get it!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
AWP Reading
Wordsmiths Books and the Georgia Center For the Book present:
BROOKLYN IN DECATUR
Join A Public Space, Akashic Books, Soft Skull Press, and Tin House Books for a reception, readings (Alex Lemon, Jillian Weise, and others), plus a panel discussion on Brooklyn indie publishing, and afterparty to follow.
Thursday, March 1st
7-10 pm, GCFB, bottom level
215 Sycamore Street
Decatur, GA 30033
Afterparty: Twains Pub, on the Historic Decatur Square (10 pm til…?)
211 E Trinity Pl (Cross Street: Church Street)
Decatur, GA 30030
From the AWP conference: Take Marta (subway) at the hotel to the Decatur stop--and you’re there.
BROOKLYN IN DECATUR
Join A Public Space, Akashic Books, Soft Skull Press, and Tin House Books for a reception, readings (Alex Lemon, Jillian Weise, and others), plus a panel discussion on Brooklyn indie publishing, and afterparty to follow.
Thursday, March 1st
7-10 pm, GCFB, bottom level
215 Sycamore Street
Decatur, GA 30033
Afterparty: Twains Pub, on the Historic Decatur Square (10 pm til…?)
211 E Trinity Pl (Cross Street: Church Street)
Decatur, GA 30030
From the AWP conference: Take Marta (subway) at the hotel to the Decatur stop--and you’re there.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Kiddies! Tell Yr Friends!
Jon Woodward & Alex Lemon
Magers & Quinn Bookseller
7 pm Monday, March 5th
3038 Hennepin Avenue S
Minneapolis, MN 55408
tel: 612.822.4611
http://www.magersandquinn.com/
Magers & Quinn Bookseller
7 pm Monday, March 5th
3038 Hennepin Avenue S
Minneapolis, MN 55408
tel: 612.822.4611
http://www.magersandquinn.com/
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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