From Zombie 58 The blood does not taste any longer only this resounding colour ill tempered all over town drunk on sweat and nails and the aftertaste of past cheap tricks and so pink-lucid in the city-bone yet the porcelain-eyes keep theirs rolling the rim of a glass and the hand jerks and wassails... »
Archive for February, 2009
Poetry Portal and Poetry Scandal!
Thursday, February 26th, 2009
Couple of things: I have opened a poetry portal. If you have suggestions for streams to be incorporated, please write. Thanks go out to Jón Örn Loðmfjörð for boundless help. It’s still a bit slow, but convenient despite the slowness. I had some stuff over at Other Cl/utter the other day, recommend whole site... »
a.rawlings in the Olive Series
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
Angela Rawlings did an awe(andthen)some reading at the Olive Reading Series in Edmonton. Click here for the podcast. »
Stanza: Me, Bengt Emil Johnson, Cia Rinne and 3 Advokater
Monday, February 23rd, 2009
. Reading in Malmö on the 26th of March along with Cia Rinne, Bengt Emil Johnson and 3 Advokater (including Pär Thorn). The reading is held at Inkonst, Bergsgatan 29, Malmö and is a part of the Stanza reading series, it starts at 20.00 (eight in the evening) and the entrance fee is 40... »
The Screen: The Cave
Thursday, February 19th, 2009
Push aside the thick, dark curtain, step across the cables on the floor and you’ll find yourself standing on a white floor with white screens in front of you and to each of your sides. Above you are projectors and speakers. You’re given a pair of goggles and a glove. You put them on... »
Coach House Poetry Ad
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
This is what poetry commercials should look like. Coach House rules! »
Swan my Cauliflower
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
Kitties with cooties cum in your eye. Dolphins on dildos derelict smile. Puffin-on-puffin polaroid action. Rectified rabbits rapacious and nice. Anal mild-mannered manmice of Dover. The hips on the hippos haphazard thighs. Spermwhales in Speedos spa’d to the death. Grinding with grizzlies of graphic descriptions. Hardcore hyenas hunky & dory. Muff-diving magpies married to... »
My best word
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
I woke up! I am alone, I am sad … I explode. I thought so. I am evil. I don’t understand. I fall. I fly. I fly. I fly higher. I fly. I don’t understand. What am I? That’s what I heard!! Why me? Am I anyone? I am stuck. Who am I? I... »
#6 Kristín Ómarsdóttir (1962 – )
Monday, February 16th, 2009
Icelandic National Poem This is my room, we call it Iceland. It’s chained to Europe with a marine cable and to and from here airplanes fly with their ink-cartridges full of people. Here I dwell in a matchbox that I care for so dearly since I painted the inner walls last winter. Life goes... »