Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
ARK and angels
Just back from reading with Norman Finkelstein at the Green Lantern Gallery / Corpse Space in Wicker Park, in which I tested out a manuscript-in-progress with the working title Hannah and the Master. It's extremely loosely based on the Martin Heidegger-Hannah Arendt romance and I can't tell at this stage whether it's poetry, fiction, a very strange essay, or perhaps a play. It went over well, but that's not what I wanted to remark on--I wanted to remark on this:
Yep--a hot-off-the-presses copy of the new edition of Ronald Johnson's ARK, straight from the hands of editor Peter O'Leary. It has page numbers! And an utterly gorgeous monochrome design. And it has been sensibly given the low low price of $17.95, so that there's simply no excuse not to buy a copy, and copies for all your friends, and to assign it to your students.
Also worth remarking is this:
That's a copy of Joel Felix's new book Limbs of the Apple Tree Never Die, the first release from Peter's new small press Verge Books. It looks exquisite and of a piece with Peter's numinous sensibility. Here's a poem from the book:
Least Wind
1
in least wind
yarrow stalks
dippin sticks
for ages a rain
O drum frog
2
era is ova
drew the tea clear
air then air
two scale trees and wet hair
lick your face
In other news, I am reading all the Alfred North Whitehead I can get my hands on. And am sifting the interwebs for cover ideas for my novel. And teaching Milton and Woolf. Woof.
Yep--a hot-off-the-presses copy of the new edition of Ronald Johnson's ARK, straight from the hands of editor Peter O'Leary. It has page numbers! And an utterly gorgeous monochrome design. And it has been sensibly given the low low price of $17.95, so that there's simply no excuse not to buy a copy, and copies for all your friends, and to assign it to your students.
Also worth remarking is this:
That's a copy of Joel Felix's new book Limbs of the Apple Tree Never Die, the first release from Peter's new small press Verge Books. It looks exquisite and of a piece with Peter's numinous sensibility. Here's a poem from the book:
Least Wind
1
in least wind
yarrow stalks
dippin sticks
for ages a rain
O drum frog
2
era is ova
drew the tea clear
air then air
two scale trees and wet hair
lick your face
In other news, I am reading all the Alfred North Whitehead I can get my hands on. And am sifting the interwebs for cover ideas for my novel. And teaching Milton and Woolf. Woof.
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