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Read & Received: June, 2025

We’ll see how long this lasts.

BOOKS+READ+++++++++++++++~~~N.K. Jemisin ~~~ The City We Became // A fun, frenetic read about five avatars of the city joining together to repel the para(?)-dimensional threat of all the multiversals NYCs being replaced by some kinda suck/dead city. Perfect to get me through several grueling flights. But found the characterization and sense of place a bit thin. And I would have tolerated a slowing down of the plot for more roving detours into/around the city. This was my intro to Jemisin. Should have started w/the Broken Earth trilogy, I think. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Zapatista Army of National Liberation ~~~ Did You Listen? Compilation of  Communiques of the EZLN, December 2012 – February 2013 ~~~ Goofing, pop-culture conversation & revolutionary rhetoric ~~~ “10 – If he or she is a ghost of those that have disappeared, NOT A ZAPATISTA. P.S. THAT APOLOGIZES – Oh, I know you expected something more serious and formal. But, isn’t the tone and style of this missive better ‘proof of life’ than a photo a video, or even an autograph?” ~~ ++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Reuben Gelley Newman ~ chapbook on Seven Kitchens Press (Cincinnati) edition of 100 ~~ Feedback Harmonies ~~ “I’m on a dwarf planet, in a hive of sound and gravity, / the lush architecture of a cello, strings rustling softly / against the stars, thick with sixteenth notes, sweet” ~ poems about Arthur Russell. I’m a sucker for poetry about music. Upper limit song and all. +++++++++++++++++ +++ + ++++ = + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +++++++++++++++++  adjacent islands // islas adyacentes by Nicole Cecilia Delgado, translated by Urayoán Noel (Ugly Duckling Presse, Doublecross Press, La Impresora. w/riso postcards +++++++++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + ++++++++++++++++ The Essential June Jordan, edited by Jan Heller Levi and Christoph Keller (Copper Canyon, 2021). Many poems are fire. Impressed w/compression that can tilt from cutting wit to warmth in a split second. Struck by the numerous lines Jordan draws between the black experience and settler-colonial violence in the U.S. and Palestine. The paratexts leave much to be desired, particularly any kind of biographical sketch that might help contextualize Jordan’s work. And the particulars of her biography are riveting—like her split with Audre Lorde over Palestine. Picked this one up on a lark killing time before a reading. ~~~~ “ What will we do / when there is nobody left / to kill?” ~~~~ “and there / inside the mommasoft / life-spillin treasure chest / the heart / breaks” ~~~~~~~~ “How many of my brothers and my sisters / will they kill / before I teach myself / retaliation? / Shall we pick a number? / South Africa for instance” + + + + ++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + ++ +  Day Bed by Zach Savich (Black Ocean, 2018) ~~~ “It was a world / if you walked in it, / long enough to wish to stay” “I burn my tongue / to see if it’s warm. It’s not enough / but I trust / what isn’t.”~~~ I read a lot of furious work but sometimes need poems like deep equanimous pools. Savich is good at making and sustaining that space, each line holding interest. Would love to flip flop between this and Zhuangzi.+ + + + + + + + + + + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + Travelogue for the Dispossessed by Vincent James Perrone (Ghost City Press, 2021)~~ “The lunacy of sunrise / in Nebraska, bludgeoned by sky / …. / … –arced against acres of corn, all landscape / murderous and calm as smoke” ~~ Like a noir-road trip where the fact of U.S. settler-colonialism is common sense, w/some philosophically pungent couplets bent across the break. + + + + + ++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++ +. + + + + + + + + + Crude Editions #4: intervals of by David Koehn & Rebecca Resinski (Blue Bag Press) ~~~ “exact / glances / break / us” + + + + + + + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Stuart Hall, Selected Writings: On Marxism, ed. Gregor McLennan (2021) ~~~ This was a schooling. A lot stuck, a lot shifted and honed things. The discussion of the debate surrounding and dynamics of base & superstructure particularly helpful. “Subcultures, Cultures and Class: A Theoretical Overview” felt particularly relevant for its larger propositions (“The role of hegemony is to ensure that, in the social relations between classes, each class is continually reproduced in its existing dominant-or-subordinate form”) and the finer distinctions Hall makes in the roles of subcultures in post-war class relations. “Black Crime, Black Proletariat,” though feels foundational in rethinking our understanding of class, racialization, criminalization, and coloniality. Here’s a sample: “In fact, black labour can only be adequately understood, historically, if it is also seen as a class which has already developed in the Caribbean—vis-à-vis ‘colonial’ forms of capital—as a cohesive social force. In the colonial ‘wage-lessness’ was one of its key strategies.” Simply put, he’s trying to make legible previously unrecognized forms of class struggle, and I think one of the great invitations of Hall is to apply his discerning vision to our own contemporary moment to recognize its specific contours. There’s a lot of narrow thinking on who composes the working class and what class struggle looks like. + + + + + + + + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + + + ++++++++++++ + + + + + + + Ointment Weather: Insurgent Poietics for Desperate Times (Cloak, 2025) by Thom Eichelberger-Young ~~~~~~ Densely layered, heavily footnoted prose blocks drawing on the techniques of documentary poetry for a moment of mass surveillance, transnational genocide, and a layers of complicity w/in these violences. Remarkable capacity to traverse the personal and political, local and global, to move from the quiet rooms of museums and the environmental racism of a highway project in Buffalo to the lens of an imperial killing machine. Hard to do this one justice in these little notes.


BOOKS+RECEIVED++++++++++++ A whole mess of stuff from betweenthehighways press +++++ Love the chaotic energy & excess of this mailer.

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New Gone Ephemera ~~~

Picture of Shit, Slips: poems on receipt-tape paper on a toilet paper roll on an orange piece of paper.
Ephemera

I just read a zig-zagging set of stanzas conveying the prismatic ecological vision of Jennifer Howard (I’ll include them at the end of this post) in Toward Some Air, ed. by Fred Wah & Amy De’ath. They bowled me over, and I hung out somewhere between procrastinating and giving myself what I needed in the post-anesthesia haze of a medical procedure before realizing this post is too late. It was supposed to be about ephemera and now that ephemera is gone. So I guess it still is.

Thom at Blue Bag Press asked me to send some poems late in 2024. I figured they might like something rowdy and less classifiable, so I took up a snarl of poems about my body breaking down (see above medical procedure), disability, imperialism, waste, rage (some are titled “hatred”) and fugitive desires and sent them along. I like the poems but they’re challenging, the kind of poems where you let it all hang out and that become your favorite because most places wont give them a home. Thom took them–a real gift. Now they’re a print object called Shit, Slips. Thom had them printed by Alex Benedict of betweenthehighway on receipt tape paper. If you have one, please wrap them around a toilet paper tube cut to size while watching Zend’s toiletters revolve.

They were released Saturday at Rust Belt Books. The party included readings by Rachelle Toarmino (fantastic, layered piece about Love Canal) & Thom Eichelberger-Young, whose documentary poetics are incorporating the twists and turns of this grotesque moment at lightning speed and at compelling analytical angles. There’s a lot more to say about surveillance poetics right now and some that get said in a conversation hosted by Rachel Myers between Thom and R.M. Haines

Ah, yeah, & Diego Espíritu gave a wildly generous introduction that grounded the poems in a poetics of the body. As happens in Buffalo, it was more than an introduction but a portable theory of poetry that exceeds what it describes, opening doors for people listening closely to their poems.

The dank poems got read. Afterward, all but two of the fifty copies were spoken for. & that’s it. Ephemera.

We raised about $70 for the Sameer Project. Just a drop in the ocean of what’s needed in the face of the heinous U/./S./-I/s/r/a/e/l siege, slaughter, and starvation, in the face of their perverse “aid” distribution plan [& if that’s “aid” then the people got fed in Pinochet’s dungeons before being disappeared were also in aid distribution centers and cemeteries are hospitals and bombs are instruments of compassion].

Anyway, if you donate $30 to the Sameer Project and send me the receipt, I’ll mail you one of the two remaining copies of Shit, Slips. Though maybe Alex still has a few?

In hopes you pursue the whole poem, here are the lines from Jennifer Howard:

in any opiate moment

unlatch the skull of a lake zaagai’igan

from its trophy of red snow

we’re in this

for the killing jaaginazh fields

of every biome

our prosperity zhawendaagozi

a glimmering clusterfuck dryad

felled into the horizon

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Lemon & Asbestos, Duct Tape, Willow Bark: Hostile Books Lives

Institutions betray us. Free Mahmoud Khalil.
Several friends have lost or are afraid of losing their jobs. It’s war. Don’t want to ignore that. A lot of stuff in this post:
Hope ppl get behind AKG Workers United. The AKG has the name of a weapons manufacturer profiting from g***c**** on its ticket desk. It also just retaliated against its union by firing 13 union members. You don’t have to be a nz-fancying billionaire to be an anti-worker p.o.s. You can just run a museum like one.

@doublecrosspress ‘s poetics of the handmade series is featuring my essay “Asbestos, Duck Tape, and Willow Bark: 8 Notes on Heading Toward Hostile Books,” published in conjuction with the long lost Hostile Book Lemon by Ryan Kaveh Sheldon. My essay thinks about art economies, making problems, and feeling like an idiot injecting lemon juice into a printer cartridge. It’s also an account of what led me to work with the collective Hostile Books. Included, is an interview w/ @the_deeps / Ryan Kaveh Sheldon, a Hostile Books collective member. Ryan is wickedly smart and funny in interview. @mc.hyland is incorporating sandpaper into the cover so it’s unpleasant for everyone (her, my bookshelf, your hands).

Pre-orders are here. It’s just $10. I hope you read it and turn a brick into a book into a problem.

Also, Apr 5, a non-union-busting arts institution, Squeaky Wheel, presents a poetry reading by Carolina Ebeid and me as part of the public programs accompanying their exhibition, The Image in its Absence which features an installation by Ebeid. Catering from Ali Baba Kebab, with vegetarian options, will be available to attendees. Very good.

Carolina Ebeid’s work is fantastic: “Carolina Ebeid’s poem, She Got Love: A Circle of Spells for Ana Mendieta, focuses on the testimony and lack of witnesses to the death of the singular Cuban-American artist; its circle is both protective and repellant, seemingly circling Mendieta herself. In the context of the exhibition, the work dives into what is hidden in recorded, official testimony, and what exists beyond it.”

The larger exhibit: “The works in the exhibition [by Azza El-Hassan, Crystal Z Campbell, and Noor Abuarafeh] and public programs focus on several different historiographic approaches to how artists address the absence of archives”