I'm back in Chicago, and I think it's time that I admit to you that Chicago and I just don't get along. I think we got off on the wrong foot; Chicago said some things, I said some things and now Chicago keeps knocking my TrapperKeeper out of my hands every time I walk by.
Chicago is big jerk...
Anyway, while I was back home I did some reading, but not a lot. I read my new Jack Spicer Anthology, but only the stuff I hadn't read before (all the early and unpublished poems), I read the two books I ordered from the greying ghost, Carl Annarummo (Shane Jones' "I Will Unfold You With My Hairy Hands," and Ryan Daley's "A Border Looks Like Making Love..."), both of which I liked, but only one of which I REALLY liked. You should go read these books and then guess which one of the two that could be...
A quick note on greying ghost: I adore what Mr. Annarummo is doing, from his business model (small runs, self-printing, lots of titles) to his aesthetic. All his books look wicked, and the poems inside are, in the very least, right up my ally. Also, the first issue of his print journal, Corduroy Mtn. is available for sale. The magazine would be awesome without me, but fortunately, that issue is moot as it DOES have me. GO BUY IT!
And for those of you keeping track; 3 down, 1 to go...
2 comments:
i hope you really liked my book.
i'm glad i found this blog. it's good.
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