This coming thursday I will be reading in Malmö, Sweden, along with finn-swedish poet Cia Rinne and the nestor of swedish concrete poetry, Bengt Emil Johnson, as well as the poetrygroup 3 Advokater. Malmö Litteraturbar Stanza – Inkonst.com 26.03.2009 – at 8 pm In spirit and likeness I will be in Akureyri, Iceland, on... »
I realize this blog isn’t about me personally, but I’ve had the flu and I’d like to share it. Atsjú! Otherwise, while concentrating sternly enough – sturdily enough – I read The Feminist Avant-Garde in American Poetry, by Elisabeth A. Frost and Poetry and the Age by Randall Jarrell. Frost’s essay on Gertrude Stein... »
The name of this German tea, that I found in my local teahippie-shop, was not translated with the love and care it would’ve needed. »
The Head of a Woman by Ingibjörg Haraldsdóttir ... »
If every word spoken in New York City daily were somehow to materialize as candy-coloured stool from the jejuna of a million baby pandas each day there would be a shitstorm. If every word written in a NYC newspaper were somehow to be made matter in a world of candy-coloured shitstorms from the jejuna... »
The people of Helsinki speak Finnish. Mostly. A minority speaks Swedish as a first language, but they all speak Finnish as well. So when you go to the grocery store, you speak Finnish. A lot of my friends – mostly through my wife – have French as a first language (my wife is a... »
Not being able to fall asleep, I thought I’d jot a few words down. First of all, some time ago I came into possession of a book called Blert by canadian poet Jordan Scott. Probably through Angela Rawlings, Derek Beaulieu or Christian Bök – I’m not sure anymore, they’ve all gotten me books. Whoever... »
