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Monthly archive March, 2009

Lemon Hound on Tobias Wolff

“The line was endless.” So begins Tobias Wolff’s story, “Bullet in the Brain.” I heard the story on the New Yorker fiction podcast and laughed myself right through my cardio workout for the day. No small feat: I am intensely bored by the gym and have taken to podcasting my way through. But even when...

And yes, it contains that word

Thanks to the Globe and Mail for pointing this out:

Erin Moure believes in poetry, do you?

“It can change my world. And does, and has and will . . . Anything that affects my body, that my body undergoes, also affects my writing. My writing affects my life (the vice versa) because I must do it, so I give up many other things. In my writing and in my translation, too,...

Etgar Keret, Cramps

Cramps by Etgar Keret That night I dreamt that I was a forty-year old woman, and my husband was a retired colonel. He was running a community center in a poor neighborhood, and his social skills were shit. His workers hated him, because he kept yelling at them. They complained that he treated them like...

Surface thoughts, Chelsea, Twittering: Notes Toward an Essay

New York is surface. It’s art. This becomes clearer and clearer to me now that I am no longer living there. Art is what I pine for. Art gives me hope. Art dissolves my nostalgia for wild. Not for nature, or outdoors, but for a notion of some pristine form of it. New York is...

Elger Esser, Sonnabend and the Dussledorf School

Elger Esser is back at Sonnabend, one of the Hound’s favorite Chelsea galleries. There weren’t that many pictures in his recent show, and they were of varying intensity and not as gripping as the last show I saw, which was very moving in its grand stillness. Esser has been photographing large scale landscapes, richly detailed...

Erin Moure reads Myung Mi Kim

from Myung Mi Kim, And Sing We If we live against replication Our scripts stricken Black ants on tar: ponderous pending change Fabled voices, fabled voices say to us And this breaks through unheralded –– Sardines browned to a crisp over charcoal is memory smell elicited from nothing Falling in that way Um-pah, um-pah sensibility...

Tony Oursler at Metro

Cell Phones Diagrams Cigarettes Searches and Scratch Cards28 February – 11 April 2009 Tony Oursler, whom I first posted about back in 2006, has another show up at Metro Pictures, and again, it’s a wow. He is an artist who applies voice over or soundscapes as he projects moving images onto objects. The gallery was...

Emily Carr on Mary Ruefle

My husband and I were arguing about a bench we wanted to buy and put in part of our backyard, a part which is actually a meadow of sorts, a half-acre with tall grasses and weeds and the occasional wildflower because we do not mow it but leave it scrubby and unkempt. This bench would...

Tony Oursler at Metro

Here’s a teaser…it was a bonanza weekend in Chelsea. Tony Oursler, an artist that I’ve noted here before but not with exceptional enthusiasm, was definitely a highlight. More over the week (or so), on Oursler and several others. Meanwhile launch. Greetings Toronto.

Sure to see art and Aunt Gertrude

Do come if you are in the city. Looking forward.Lisa Robertson & Sina QueyrasFriday, March 20, 6 pmThe City University of New York Graduate CenterRoom 9204365 Fifth Avenue (between 34th and 35th Streets) Or in Toronto Sunday night.

Henry, Thomas, Bill

Bill, Thomas, Bill, Thomas, Henry, Matt, Bill, Michael, Michael, Michael, Zach, Zach, Paul, Henry, Thomas, Michael, Anonymous, Matt, Bill, Don… Are women allergic to comment streams?

Erin Moure on Andrés Ajens

from Andrés Ajens, Most Intimates Mélange iii. zu den Stimmen von Estremadura at this rate, inti- midated in cochabamba? at this rate a lean day away from santa cruz saint ignatius & co., face to face at this rate, igneo- (chiñihue), my date in concepción, more or same? no pasarán. p.12 Más íntimas mistura (Santiago...

Yawn

Is anyone else getting really, really bored by all this talking around poetry?

Katherine Parrish reads Lisa Foad

After all, it’s easy to fall. The difference between the things you want and the things you don’t want is slight. You can have anything you want. You just have to believe that what’s happening is what you want. You just have to believe that what you want is what’s happening. Or else the entire...

Ah, suburbia

We’ve come a long way from Bill Owens‘ initial photo essay on suburbia. Over in British Columbia, the big, sprawling suburb of Surrey, a Hound childhood haunt (Guildford Mall parking lot above) continues to mutate and as we can see in Brian Howell’s photo essay in Geist Magazine, puss and spurt. Surrey has always been...

Are we buying the gurlesque?

An interesting essay by Laura Glenum on a subject that in some ways relies on the suspicious or skeptical response by those it purports to be speaking about. The Gurlesque I mean, and the gurls. Here she uses Sianne Ngai’s wonderful essay “The Cuteness of the Avant-Garde”: The proper name for the domain of girly...

Women, know your limits!

A kind warning.

Buckley, Boully, Bervin ongoing reading notes

The Laundromat Essay, Kyle Buckley Thinking here, these very intimate lines, this “slow grind of feeling,” that is a poem. Or as Buckley says, “in the slow grind toward feelings.” There are connections in this text. Connect the dots yourself, the reader is “forced to pause” as we all are, at bank machines, at the...

Spring Releases

Good Lord! Look what’s coming our way–and this is just a sampling of the titles that grabbed me. Will I ever get to the list I have already lined up? Frederick Seidel, Poems 1959–2009, FSGNazim Hikmet, Human Landscapes From My Country, Persea 2009Rae Armantrout, Versed, Wesleyan 2009Anne Carson, An Oresteia, Faber and Faber 2009Cole Swenson,...

Erin Moure reads Norma Cole

from Norma Cole, Conditions Maritimes Here we are talking about the playful handling of an object the negotiation with an imagined acceptable That the poem is a toy with the structure of insomnia That garden being lit thus saved just to know and not have in local practice given up that control “in your dreams”...

Rae Armantrout

Complex systems can arise from simple rules…Rae Armantrout. The world of poetry is changing, or perhaps the mainstreams are finding their edges. Thanks to folks like Michael Silverblatt. Past posts from the Hound on Armantrout include on Cheshire Poetics, on Next Life, and Up To Speed.

Montreal Launch, Queyras, Robertson Tierney

Um, call me biased, but I think this will be fun.

Gary Barwin on Merrill Gilfillan

A NAP BY THE KICKAPOOby Merrill Gilfillan What a faceon that barred owldead beside the road – Rolled it over to see.Round, jolly, cowled. Lightlyconcentrically ringed. The calm cosmonauticalwith the simian fey.Fox sparrowssing. “We hated to be apart. Even for five minutes.”The dreams come down –Extra! Extra! – from the cedared hillsacross scant pastureand April...

Do you remember Rio?

Do you remember that wave of environmental awareness that swept the world in the early 1990s? I can’t quite figure how we got from there to fifteen years of absolute greed that has left us, globally, in such peril. Perhaps this last quarter century really has been about grabbing what one could while there was...

Happy Birthday

Apparently Barbie is 50 today. Here are a few shots from a vacation she had on Toronto Island with a few friends. The latter photo from a series titled Barbie Reaches Out in which Barbie interacts with all things bright and natural.

Lemon Hound on Jon Paul Fiorentino

HYPERMART MYSTERY SHOPPER REPORT #2942Cashier: Jonny.Store: 157Did employee express a warm and friendly Hypermart greeting?No.Did employee ask if you had a Hypermart credit card?No.Did employee mention the Hypermart points promotion?No.Did employee mention any pertinent cross promotions?No.Was employee helpful?No.Was employee polite?No.Did employee display signs of functional intelligence?No.Was employee well-groomed?No.Did employee have his shirt tucked in?No.Did employee...

Line Meme

The lines that stick. A meme from facebook and one that I particularly enjoyed. What are the ten lines from poems or songs that stick in your head when you are walking around your day. Or if you stop a minute and think of some lines or poetry, what comes up? It’s fine if you...

I love You Tube

This time tomorrow…fuzzy footage but irresistible.

Canadian Journals

Further to my first round of discussion on Canadian Journals, and the poll taken about where people would send a non-Canadian to learn about Canadian poetry. The results of round 1 & 2 are as follows: Arc 8 (22%) West Coast Line 12 (33%) The Malahat Review 9 (25%) Grain Magazine 4 (11%) Event 5...

Erin Moure reads Lisa Robertson

from Lisa Robertson, Debbie: An Epic from The Descent: A Light Comedy in 3 Parts As in the parti-gendered streets amid opacity the morning and how remarkably as the grey woods pull their fold cupidity as the sobbing in structural dull 200 to laughter from the vision of structural decrepitude so very dear to my...

Recently received/acquired/read

How behind am I? Here’s a taste. PoetryJohnson, Kimberly A Metaphorical God, Persea 2008Gambito, Sarah, Delivered, Persea 2009Boully, Jenny The Body: An Essay, Essay Press 2007Reines, Ariana, The Cow, Fence 2006Sol, Adam, Jeremiah, Ohio, Anansi 2008Philip, Nourbese M., Zong!, Mercury/Wesleyan 2008Robertson, Lisa, Lisa Robertson’s Magenta Soul Whip, Coach House Books 2009Werthe/M, Chr/St/Ne, +/’Me’s-Pace, Les Figues...

Ray Hsu

I want one…

The bidding war

Funny, funny, funny. Oh, my.

LH reads Anne Carson

Did you notice Anne Carson’s poem “Tag” in the New Yorker? “Tag” is a poem in two parts and a rare example of a non-linear poem within those covers. One section, “This,” begins with a very conventional move, spring/longing/body: Insatiable April, trees in place, in their scraped-out place, their standing. The lines are simple, the...

Rant against the bland

Or celebrating the self, a well wrought rant. I had a similar response to this poet. Actually my response was to the twin. I would, on the whole, rather simply talk about the poetry that excites than the poetry that doesn’t, but it’s an interesting enough question and leads us back to the question of...

For the roadie in you

Road tips from the Hound.

Irony only goes so far

The default for Wallace would have been irony—the prevailing tone of his generation. But, as Wallace saw it, irony could critique but it couldn’t nourish or redeem. He told McCaffery, “Look, man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but...

Women and mentorship, sigh…

Again. What can anyone say? Here is a comment from Lady M. regarding women’s reluctance to appear as expert and therefore able to give advice: In my experience, even very established women writers shy away from proclaiming this. Is it insecurity? A lack of hubris? Perhaps–huge generalization–women are more likely to live in the grey,...

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