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Monthly archive September, 2008

Gregory Betts reads derek beaulieu’s Flatland

Derek Beaulieu’s Flatland: A Romance of a Crisis in Form Beaulieu has produced an unreadable book. This raises, to my mind, two immediate questions. First, why produce a book that is unreadable? Second, what makes it unreadable? Well, the latter is the easy question: there are no words to read. That, though, is not exactly...

Opening Lines: rough notes and thoughts toward an essay

At the launch of Freehand Books here in Montreal on Friday night I picked up Marina Endicott’s novel, Good To A Fault, and as she took to the podium, read the first few lines. Actually, it was the first line. That was enough to compel me to buy the novel, which I did, right then....

Jeanette Lynes

Jeanette Lynes, originally uploaded by johnwmacdonald. Touring around with a new book. A slender, popped-up volume on the life of Dusty Springfield. It’s Hard Being Queen is a lot of fun and of course, it has teeth. From “The Producer’s Poem.” She’s the sound of elsewhere, the struck noteyou don’t hear every day. The alien...

Christian Bök reads Darren Wershler Henry

from The Tapeworm Foundry by Darren Wershler-Henry House of Anansi, 2000 —————– andor gather all the equestrian statues from the parks and squares of the world and then place these statues together in a desert in order to depict a calvary charge dedicated to the greatest massacres in history andor write what you do not...

Shawna Lemay reads Brenda Schmidt

From Brenda Schmidt’s Cantos from Wolverine Creek FEAR The first few steps into a shed. Fear, the burst of pigeon This fear to be the east window, the wood frame, the last bits of white paint peeling, the orange lichen on the ledge against the glass, the missing putty, to be inside, the pale moth...

Evie Shockley reads Ed Roberson

from “The Open” 12 In a flattened sea of housing brick rubble,a catch of broken glass shoots back the lightthat lit its flash, a wave’s facet, suddenember through full daylight, pierced afternoonof vacant block after block streetwhose lighthouse stare no longer gone lookingfor work even as sight to see, floundersfor landing left to its address...

Vanessa Place, Round 2

This conversation picks up where Round 1 left off. You’ll find an introduction and bio, as well as much conversation around Place’s novel Dies: A Sentence. LH: You ended our last discussion with a comment about wanting a language that is “so thick with sound and sense that you can see right through it to...

K. Silem Mohammad Reads Elizabeth Bachinsky

Dawn’s Athlete: Washed Talent? Satan Held Wet Death, Lent Saw, Hated Lawn Set, Stew, And Lathe (Lead the Wants/The Waste Land) Thanks to Elizabeth Bachinsky for her generous and thoughtful commentary on my Sonnagrams project. It’s my turn now to talk about her Lead the Wants, an anagrammatization of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. The...

New York Public Library

Reception, New York Public Library, originally uploaded by lemon hound. She takes your questions and she looks fabulous doing it. Sending people on for a glimpse into the Reading Room, or to the Ladies Room. She is part marble herself, and part sculpture with that swoop of slightly orange tinged hair. Are those sunglasses? Faux...