Some Photos From Last Night's Burlesque Poetry Hour
Can be seen here.
David & Gilda
p.s. I'm Gilda
2004 - 2009
Can be seen here.
Just got back a little while ago -- less than a mile from my house my friend David realized he left his backpack at the Rouge so we had to drive back and get it. I'll post pictures and a summary tomorrow. Poor Lolita -- couldn't make it to her big event! There's always February.
It's been a hectic week and weekend -- Chris just got back from Colorado after being away all week and my friend David arrived from Minnesota yesterday for the first Burlesque Poetry Hour. Kim Addonizio and Deborah Landau will be reading and taking it off tonight at 8 p.m. at Bar Rouge. Bring your money! It's not often you get an opportunity to own a piece of a poet.
Ryan Flaherty wanders along the margins this week at No Tell Motel.
Advice for getting the word out about your book.
Some folks have asked for me to share my experience with Lulu so from time to time, I'll post my impressions.
Tarantella by Rebecca Loudon (Ravenna Press)
I am the new Editor for WORD at PEEKreview online (www.peekreview.net). As a venue it's just getting off the ground, but is essentially the online manifestation--or incarnation--of radarreview (www.radarreview.com). In other words, it's a more far-reaching survey of arts and culture, with Baltimore at its core.
Greg Perry gives personal reviews of daily poetry sites.
Working under the assumption that we want more poetry books published, especially books by unknown and lesser-known poets by small independent presses, we should expect those presses to market their titles aggressively and we shouldn't hold it against them if they partake in promotion. If they don't, it's unlikely word will get out about the books and few sales will be made. If few sales are made, the money spent creating the books won't be recovered, and if the press can't (at the very least) break-even, it's going to be difficult for the press to continue publishing books. Some poets may find the economics of this distasteful -- there's this bizarre "we're supposed to be above it" attitude that bugs me. What we're supposed to be above is publishing a crappy book just because we know it'll sell well -- Faber & Faber should have been above publishing Billy Corgan.
Well, I did wonder -- here's one possible conversation between Mae West and myself by Michelle M Buchanan.
. . . the anthology definitely creates a context -- the title, the cover, the introduction, the poem order, etc. . . wait until the online infomercial comes out -- talk about context -- then I'll really be the woman walking into the party wearing her see-thru camisole shouting "Stop looking at my tits!"
Yesterday I heard Darla barfing downstairs in what used to be my writing studio, but is now a storage space with a fold-out sofa. A little while later I went to clean the mess -- but, couldn't find the mess. Obviously I'm going to keep looking and I expect to eventually find it, but . . . what if I don't find it? Should I warn my friend, David, who'll be visiting this weekend and sleeping down there? I suppose this here might be the warning, he's an occasional reader of this blog, even though he doesn't read it on the screen, but prints it out, I know, how 18th century.
Can be heard here.
. . . but an anthology exploring seduction and a very loose definition of that. While definitely connected, I don't consider the two to be the same.
Samuel Amadon makes little puck faces so it seems someone’s put pepper in the prayer this week at No Tell Motel.
I haven't a clue, but I'd be interested to know.
Muffler by Clay Matthews (H_NGM_N Chapbook Series #1)
People who bought The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel also bought:
. . . I could be lying. Chris got back from Dallas last night and Gideon hasn't said "mama" since -- no matter how many times I beg him.
. . . was not "approximately" -- my psychic powers failed me.
The Burlesque Poetry Hour will premiere on Monday, January 30 at 8 p.m. at Bar Rouge in the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.
There's been lots of talk about poets on bad behavior -- and I've gone on about it here a few times.
Don't mind the vertical lines on my ass -- it's just the impression from the heating grate I'm sitting on.
The title The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel has a 26.3% chance of being a bestselling title!
Wow. Cold has a powerfully lethargic affect.
Coconut Three features juicy new poetry by Bill Berkson, Eileen Myles, Catherine Daly, Denise Duhamel, Brian Henry, Wanda Phipps, Aaron Tieger, Anita Naegeli, K. Silem Mohammad, randy prunty, Jennifer L. Knox, Daniel Borzutzky, Sandra Simonds, Brandon Shimoda, Heidi Lynn Staples, Mark Lamoureux, Dana Ward, Donna Kuhn, Erin Martin, Sheila E. Murphy, Marina Wilson, Katy Lederer, and Clay Matthews. Now live on the web at http://www.coconutpoetry.org.
Peter Shippy wakes to new moon-faced girls, laid out like pizza boxes this week at No Tell Motel.
Since Junglescan has "issues" -- Chris was a dear and created some scripts to track the Bedside Guide Amazon ranking. Now I don't have to be an obsessive ninny constantly reloading the page.
Seems like everyone got the latest Poet's Market for Christmas.
Contributor copies are mailed. Pip pip!
Is it February yet?
If you're unable to get a reasonable price from Ingram on The Bedside Guide To No Tell Motel please backchannel to reb (at) notellmotel (dot) org. We can work something out.
It's up -- and they added the cover graphic automatically, very cool. I'm stil waiting for my ftp login and password from Amazon to upload it there.
Hey -- for those of you Amazon holdouts -- The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel is available on Amazon. I think it just came up a couple hours ago -- I was able to find it with the ISBN, but not by searching on the title or my name. Anyhow, it's there. Now I have to get the cover photo up.
The tree is down, curbside -- four ornaments broken (two repairable) -- a new record -- that's more carnage than the year the tree fell over.
Making and posting the list below makes me uncomfortable -- and I'm someone who enjoys making lists. I'll probably take it down in a few hours. I don't take posts down that often.
Tony's recent post touches on poetic ambitions. All poets have ambitions in some form or another. Joe Massey took the more extreme end of the spectrum as a pure ambition of the poem (and only the poem) and surely there are those on the complete other end with a focused ambition of the "career" in poetry. Even if one does not agree fully (or at all) with Joe's stance -- his makes by far more interesting reading than someone who publicly plots out his or her conquest of all things poetry. "1. Get MFA/Ph.D in this "ranked" program 2. Place poems in these journals 3. Win these awards 4. Publish books with this "reputable" press 5. Secure tenure-track position at this university 6. Nail three students per term (two graduate, one undergrad) 7. Die"
Amy King writes:
Lisa Fishman finds a place to accompany you this week at No Tell Motel.
Hmm, never been to a reading where the bouncer had to physically remove someone from the stage -- no, not my reading in Baltimore, that was lovely and intimate and respectable -- even with all the naughty poetry. I'm talking about the reading at the Barrelhouse release party in Adams Morgan. It was as if the Patrick Swayze poems and essays invoked the spirit of Road House. Thank God for the James Daltons in the world -- it could have turned into open mic pandemonium.
I have three new poems in this issue AND you can hear my sexy yinzer accent.
As I mentioned before, I'll be giving a reading in Baltimore at Clayton & Co. Fine Books (317 N. Charles Street) starting at 4 p.m.
People ask me why I live in the suburbs -- my answer is: "I LIKE the suburbs."
The Christmas tree is still up. I thought about taking it down yesterday, but it's so damn pretty I'm going to leave it up until this weekend. I'll probably leave my wreath up until Valentine's. It's the best wreath yet. Every year I decorate a new wreath and nobody notices it. Last year's was awful, I was exhausted and flustered. I took a bunch of cheap old Santa ornaments and red bows and just threw it together. It really bothered me. TB responded to my despair -- "Why worry about it? It's not like anybody notices your wreaths."
in addition to The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel . . .
Martha Silano makes a dirty yellow sock your diploma this week at No Tell Motel.
The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel is now available for purchase from Lulu for only $12.99.
1. Not hung over despite lots of champagne and vodka last night.