Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
A New Post

A piece on Richard Rorty. Oh, and another one.
Beckett's novels on stage.
Talking politics with Paul Hoover.
If I hear August Kleinzahler referred to as the "bad boy" of American poetry one more time, I'm gonna...
I just ordered Dog Girl. Bringin' da sound back to poetry.
TV on the Radio has a new record coming out--Dear Science. Dear TV on the Radio, I hope your new album is better than your last.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
As Complete as a Thought Can Be
by Adam Clay
24 pp.
(hand-sewn)
$7 payable via Paypal (@)
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Katy Henriksen
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wendy Burk, Courtney Czar and Aimee Norton
Tomorrow, Thursday, July 17.
Casa Libre, 730pm
Suggested Donation: $5
More info here.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Posting, Shmosting II
Get it here.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Posting, Shmosting
New Shampoo.
Henry Hart on Charles Wright.
More on Twombly.
Cannibal's new chappies.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Congratulations Michael Rerick Part II
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Congrats Adam!
Praise for Evening Land:
Spirited along by variations on David Hockney's East Yorkshire oil paintings, Adam Chiles's Evening Land is of battered earth and psyche, 'dark ginnel' and 'glockened land' where 'a man is forgiving his hand for losing its fingers.' Chiles has written winter figures steeled against 'everything gagged and prisoned'. This is a first book by a seriously adult poet.
-Jane Miller
In Adam Chiles' poems, the painter meets the painted. The stranger discovers new lands. The morning touches night. Things find new and surprising orders. This book is fresh and revelatory — Chiles has his finger on the pulse while he also knows the depth of our wounds. A fantastic new voice in poetry.
-Colum McCann
These intensely taut and gorgeous lyrics of Chiles' Evening Land are poems written in exile. His is a chosen exile, though, a banishment of the physical rather than political. In this kingdom of memory and field, marsh and war, language finds solace in the grammar of landscape. … Chiles' heart is buried with his true home. For once, we should be glad of exile. Never has distance from one's homeland created such important, stunning work.
