Archive for January, 2009
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
“Boy w/ Joker” by Krista Franklin
KRISTA FRANKLIN: “At the heart of my collages is a deep concern for creating complex and interrogative images, dream worlds and psychic landscapes. Deeply inspired by American popular culture and histories, as well as by the frenetic glamour of music videos and magazines, I create my collages in much the same way a hiphop producer [...]
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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
ALABAMA STEVE by Karyna McGlynn
Review by Rebecca Ellis ALABAMA STEVE by Karyna McGlynn Destructible Heart Press P.O. Box 257 Albuquerque, NM ISBN: 978-1-934415-20-7 2008, 45 pp., $10.00 www.destructibleheart.com This is not easy stuff. Sure, it’s just a chapbook. Sure, it’s entertaining. On the surface—and sometimes under the surface—it’s light and funny with dazzling bright edges and breathtaking leaps. The [...]
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Monday, January 19th, 2009
“Five Stages of Grieving” by ellen
ellen FIVE STAGES OF GRIEVING grief sits you down on your ass like a boulder —Gordon Masman The belief-river rushes around her muddy and sloppy. She twists and buffets like a cherished stuffed-bear torn from a child’s grasp and thrown in. He has died in war. She never doubted his death. No fantasy could place [...]
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Sunday, January 18th, 2009
“Strip Taze” by David Alpaugh
DAVID ALPAUGH: “I’m attracted to poetry by its thrilling language—the electricity generated by the A & B of metaphor ‘running beautiful together.’ Visual poetry increases the voltage, counterpointing the poem’s words with a third dimension that commands the eye and affords the complex pleasure of a triple-read. In ‘Strip Taze’ the text begs a luridly [...]
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Saturday, January 17th, 2009
“Stone City” by John Paul O’Connor
John Paul O’Connor STONE CITY When he walked down the road to the bridge eighty years ago to look closely at his subject, I was standing next to the river watching mud crumble from its banks. Heron were plentiful then, as now, and the quarry belched out white dust that caught the wind making headway [...]
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Friday, January 16th, 2009
“Walden, Sprawl and All” by Kip Deeds
KIP DEEDS: “‘Walden, Sprawl, and All’ began with a drawing of a cabin, inspired in part by my own experience of cabin-living in Michigan. Although this drawing went unresolved for two years, I began doing watercolor tests on the paper in the summer of 2007. By autumn I was developing a sprawling urban landscape around [...]
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Thursday, January 15th, 2009
THE DIRTY SIDE OF THE STORM by Martha Serpas
Review by Ginny Kaczmarek THE DIRTY SIDE OF THE STORM by Martha Serpas W.W. Norton & Company 500 Fifth Ave. New York, NY 10110 ISBN: 978-0-393-33143-1 2008, 89 pp., $13.95 www.wwnorton.com Every hurricane season, those of us who live along the Gulf Coast are reminded of the fragility of this part of the country. Hurricanes [...]
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Wednesday, January 14th, 2009
“The Man with the Corpse on His Shoulders” by James Cushing
James Cushing THE MAN WITH THE CORPSE ON HIS SHOULDERS I know a man who carries a corpse on his shoulders. Yesterday, at sunset, I thought I saw a lump of what had been a foot, or a smear of what maybe was a face, just to the side of my friend’s pant leg down [...]
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Tuesday, January 13th, 2009
“Playground” by Dianne Carroll Burdick & Linda Nemec Foster
DIANNE CARROLL BURDICK: “I photographed all the images with black & white film and printed all images on fiber-base black & white paper. When the print is dry, I treat the paper with an oil-base solvent and color the image with colored pencils. ‘Playground’ was photographed at my dad’s ranch in Ukiah, California. Strangely enough, [...]
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Monday, January 12th, 2009
“Undercover” by Paul F. Cummins
Paul F. Cummins UNDER COVER The skies were pretty much blue those years, Quiet streets lined with burnished maple trees, The horizon lay where it was supposed to be Ever so far away wherein vision disappears; Neighborhoods welcomed carts with ice cream chimes And fireflies designed galaxies spread above the ground As random owls floated [...]
