Because I'm a big loser without much else to do, I can tell you that I've just finished both books that I received in the mail on Monday. The good news? I liked them both. The bad news? I've got more notes...
Tynes' book is awesome, her poems are these compact expanses of wilderness. Like a botanical garden or a woods out a corn field. Not that they necessarily have much to do with wilderness, but you should get my point. Her poems function like signs pointing us to a place we'd always wanted to go, but can never think of when we're planning trips. Like the House on the Rock, or the Biggest Frying Pan in the World. Tynes creates curiosities in her poems that draw you in, while also leaving you enough room to figure out the best way to get there.
Bredle's calling card, on the other hand, is as a planner. Though his poems are always surprising, when you are finished reading them, you can't help but feel the outcome was inevitable. Where Tynes' would surprise you with a bird and asks you consider it, Bredle throws Micheal Jordan at you and tells you to deal with it...there are bigger fish to fry. Fish like lost love, personal inadequacies, class, etc. In short, Bredle's book is a big beautiful list of shit to worry about, shit we should be worrying about, shit we don't usually worry about, and astroturf.
Tonight's also's:
The new Magic Numbers EP is awesome. There have been a lot of bands whose first records I've bought on hype alone and really liked (Kieser Chiefs, Umbrellas), but then felt relatively impartial to what they did after that. Not so with The Magic Numbers, my friends, they keep staying good, like Twinkies, or pickles.
There is a big reading at the SAIC this Friday, it should be cool. Here's some info:
SMALL PRESS SHOWCASE
Sponsored by The Poetry Center of Chicago
Friday, March 28, 2008, 7-10 pm
SAIC Ballroom, 112 S. Michigan Avenue, Chicago
Admission is free, though donations are welcome.
Participating Presses:
Answer Tag Home Press
Cracked Slab Books
Dancing Girl Press
Featherproof Books
Fractal Edge Press
March Abrazo Press
Puddin' Head Press
Switchback Books
Finally, I read today that marital spats can be good for your health. So, just to even myself out, I ate a shit ton of junk food and with greasy fingers grabbed onto my lover and trespassed where no man had trespassed before...the ear canal. (Any one else miss Will Ferrell on a weekly basis?)
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