“I wish my poems could wave.”
I made this meat collage from a microwave cookbook. It makes me really want to read this.
Books by Ariana Reines and Paul Legault showed up in my mailbox today. You should get them in your mailbox, too.
Anatomy Courses, a new novel by Blake Butler and Sean Kilpatrick, is out on Valentine’s Day from Lazy Fascist Press. Blake Butler’s sentences make me feel like someone is watching me and Sean Kilpatrick’s sentences make me feel Republican, so I can only imagine the kind of fucked this book is going to make me.
Eric Morris interviews Marc McKee at Barn Owl Review. Marc McKee is what happens when you fill a muppet with firecrackers and douse it with dark, ancient magic. Like, he insists you love everything.
At Flying Object, the illimitable Ted Powers reviews Michael Earl Craig’s new chapbook from Factory Hollow Press, Jombang Jet. There’s this line about touching a banana shake that is one of best epistemological statements I’ve ever heard. I made applesauce last night in celebration of these poems.
Part 5 in my “What do we mean when we say a poem is a machine?” series is going to be all about Jack Spicer. Reading his collected lectures to make sure that happens right.