This Week at No Tell
Ron Klassnik peels one with his fat clumsy fingers and sucks out the blood this week at No Tell Motel.
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2004 - 2009
Ron Klassnik peels one with his fat clumsy fingers and sucks out the blood this week at No Tell Motel.
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Tomorrow is the last day No Tell Motel will be accepting submissions for a while (probably until late spring).
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Last year I made resolutions to focus/work harder and take better care of my health. I failed a bit on the health part, but did work really hard all year long. A lot of work done, books published, magazine edited, poems written, readings read, promoting, blah blah blah - despite some challenging obstacles. I'm plenty proud of what I accomplished and in the end, now that it's over, I'm glad it played out how it did, but guess what?
A day after Rebeccamas and my holiday booty consists of a giant tree, a massive handbag and an insane stack of books -- which is great because my ass looks pretty small in comparison.
Michael Schiavo shakes the breakdown, then remembers her glory this week at No Tell Motel.
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"From the stand to the ceiling you have 8 1/2 feet to work with."
This is the tree I wanted, but Chris was all it won't fit in our house and I was like but I want that one! and then Rebeccamas was pretty much ruined
Hannah Weiner's Open House (Kenning Editions)
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Ok, I think I'm done traveling for the next thousand years or so.
Catherine Esposito Prescott buzzes a languorous buzz this week at No Tell Motel.
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We went to a nearby mall to get the two ragamuffins haircuts and do a little Christmas shopping -- and who do we run into at the salon? A woman we met in the waiting room of the Emergency Medical Care office on Tuesday. Small world.
Your Ten Favorite Words is now available for purchase on Amazon for those of you who prefer buying from there.
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The Boston readings were good. Dire was intimate and warm, So and So funky and social.
of Laurel Snyder's The Myth of the Simple Machines:
The beauty of a simple machine is its ability to accomplish something extraordinary simply: a pen, say, some paper, and the capacity to leap headfirst into the realm of the imagination. Laurel Snyder’s verse is a simple machine in itself, and this collection finds the author combining playful syntax, simple, direct language and a few ethereal prose poems to create a sum that is as profound as its component poems.
The Myth of the Simple Machines is from that wonderful world where poetry intersects with storytelling. And as Laurel Snyder shows, it’s a world of endless possibility, myth, truth, and reward.
The first full day in CA was spent in an urgent care medical facility -- turns out Gideon's cold wasn't just a cold, but an ear infection. He's doing better with medicine and painting instead of screaming now. Anyhow, not much "catching up" done today. Maybe later tonight if he can sleep.
In CA. Exhausted and Gideon has a terrible cold he caught in Boston. I'll be using this week to catch up on the hundreds of e-mails in my inbox, No Tell submissions and galleys - if you're waiting to hear from me, it might be a little while. Snots take priority.
Ivy Kleinbart is always on the verge of recognition this week at No Tell Motel.
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I just got back from Boston a couple hours ago and I'm leaving for CA tomorrow morning, so I'll blog in detail about the this weekend later. Below are some pics from the So and So Reading. Chris used the camera flash this time.
Chris didn't use the camera flash during the Dire reading, so all the pics look like this.
DECEMBER 7, 2007 - Dire Literary Series - Cambridge, MA
In the new issue of Open Letters Jeffrey Eaton reviews Shafer Hall's Never Cry Woof:
If Hall likes to elevate the ordinary, in other poems he does the opposite, presenting a deadpan acceptance of the totally weird. In these poems he is quietly introspective, but the calm of his introspection is almost entirely overshadowed by the details of the offbeat and rough world he depicts. In “Brooklyn Aubade” we are gently reminded that at breakfast “egg creams and jellybeans are sustenance too.” His treatment of the typically sad cliché of the couple heard arguing through thin apartment walls is not just easygoing acceptance, but absolute ownership – it is an unassumingly natural feature of his world.
Potvin’s poems are generally written in whole sentences. He does not often rely on traditional poetic techniques, rather he employs two seemingly homebrewed techniques (apologies to James Joyce) for manipulating his tempo. The first is to conjoin two words, such as “elephantmasked,” “shookstill,” and “downswooping,” and the second is to eliminate the second word in a word pair when the omitted word is obvious. Supplying the missing words in brackets you get “sneak [attack],” “merrygo [round]” and “pave[ment]”. The conjunction of words serves to quicken the pace of reading while the omission of words creates a mental stumble that retards it. Both moves come across as playful and off hand, which is refreshing given the weightiness of his political and character-building content.
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