4:34 pm - July 17, 2014
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When at a Certain Party in NYC

Wherever you’re from sucks,
and wherever you grew up sucks,
and everyone here lives in a converted
chocolate factory or deconsecrated church
without an ugly lamp or souvenir coffee cup
in sight, but only carefully edited objets, like
the Lacanian soap dispenser in the kitchen
that looks like an industrial age dildo, and
when you rifle through the bathroom
looking for a spare tampon, you discover
that even their toothpaste is somehow more
desirable than yours. And later you go
with a world famous critic to eat a plate
of sushi prepared by a world famous chef
from Sweden and the roll is conceived to look like
“a strand of pearls around a white throat,” and is
so confusingly beautiful that it makes itself
impossible to eat. And your friend back home—
who says the pioneers who first settled
the great asphalt parking lot of our
middle were not intact heroic, but really
the chubby ones, who lacked the imagination
to go all the way to California—it could be that
she’s on to something. Because, admit it,
when you look at the people on these streets,
the razor blade women with their strategic bones,
and the men wearing Amish pants with
interesting zippers, it’s pretty clear that you
will never cut it anywhere that constitutes
a where, that even ordering a pint of tuna salad in
a deli is an illustrative exercise in self-doubt.
So when you see the dogs on the high-rise elevators
practically tweaking, panting all the way down
from the 19th floor to the 1st, dying to get on
with their long planned business of snuffling
trash or peeing on something to which all day
they’ve been looking forward, what you want is
to be on the fastest Conestoga home, where the other
losers live and where the tasteless azaleas are,
as we speak, half-heartedly exploding.

—Erin Belieu

© 2010 Erin Belieu

(Source: motionpoems.com)

8:49 pm - July 16, 2014
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Last fall, I heard Anne Carson read from her 59 paragraphs about the character Albertine Simonet from Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time. That evening was one of the best literary experiences of my life so far—I even wrote a short poem about it. Carson’s phenomenal work (still beautiful for those who haven’t read Proust, I’m sure, but especially appealing to those of us who own multiple editions of the novel and at least seven nonfiction books about him) is now available as part of the New Directions Poetry Pamphlet series, and here are my two favorite passages:

appendix 15 (a) on adjectives

Adjectives are the handles of Being. Nouns name the world, adjectives let you get hold of the name and keep it from flying all over your mind like a pre-Socratic explanation of the cosmos. Air, for example, in Proust can be (adjectivally) gummy, flaked, squeezed, frayed, pressed or percolated in Book 1; powdery, crumbling, embalmed, distilled, scattered, liquid or volatilized in Book 2; woven or brittle in Book 3; congealed in Book 4; melted, glazed, unctuous, elastic, fermenting, contracted, distended in Book 5; solidified in Book 6; and there seems to be no air at all in Book 7. I can see very little value in this kind of information, but making such lists is some of the best fun you’ll have once you enter the desert of After Proust.

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appendix 29 on kimonos

Knowledge of other people is unendurable. Japanese kimonos were in style in Paris in the ’20s. They had been redesigned for the European market, with less sleeve and more pocket. Albertine keeps all her letters in the pocket of the kimono that she so carelessly tosses over a chair in Marcel’s room just before falling asleep. The truth about Albertine is that close. Marcel does not investigate. Knowledge of other people is unendurable.

11:32 am - July 14, 2014
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A poem, dedicated to Ethan Hawke, about seeing Macbeth last fall appears in the brand-new, all-women issue of Vector. But you’ll have to find the issue to read the second half.

A poem, dedicated to Ethan Hawke, about seeing Macbeth last fall appears in the brand-new, all-women issue of VectorBut you’ll have to find the issue to read the second half.

1:05 pm - June 26, 2014
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A review of Catherine Lacey’s new novel, out July 8 from FSG Originals.

10:42 am - June 24, 2014
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An embroidery of one of my favorite tweets by one of my favorite poets, Mark Leidner

An embroidery of one of my favorite tweets by one of my favorite poets, Mark Leidner

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