Monday, February 26, 2007
Speaking Hungarian
I've picked up some Hungarian. But mostly I've learned how to order beer and coffee and kabobs. Budapest is a gnarly, crumbling, fluid-stained, mysterious, magnificanet, operatic city. The youth look sharp and hungry. The old contemplative. We have been waking up to piano concertos and tenors from the neighboring apartments. I have been buying used gypsy records and glancing over Hungarian poets like the tragic Attila Jozsef. I have been wondering how in god's name all these book stores can stay in business (today we saw three that were literally back to back to back on one block). How wonderful, a culture of reading.
I took just two books with me on the trip: Mrs. Dalloway and The Selected Yeats. They turned out to be great choices. I can't get through two pages of Woolf without stopping, in great humility, to consider a particular passage or metaphor. She is truly a master. I read Yeats while in Ireland, cheesy I know, but wonderful. I hadn't read him for years. "Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen" has to be one of the most audacious and powerful poems written in English.
We have been staying at hostels throughout, which has been both a blessing and a curse. Getting to meet travelers from around the world is great (even the weirdos). Getting inside tips from the hostel operators is priceless. Being in a seedy neighborhood in London for three nights above a dance club is not any kind of fun. We slept maybe 9 hours total. The only good thing I can say about our London experience is that the museums are free. Even the Tate, which is incredible. Right up there, if not above, MOMA.
Well, I'm clearly monopolizing the lone hostel computer now and I think I should wrap this up. I just want to say I'm sorry to be missing the Dynamite Blow Up! (am I saying that right?) party in Atlanta, but hope to see (or officially meet, in most cases) some of you real soon. Have fun and always tip your bartender!
czia,
Dean
p.s. I will try to post some dynamite photos from Central Europe in the next couple of days.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Where in Atlanta will the little Pilot be?
We will be here: Table #225 (officially the table for West Branch magazine, but I will be there with a trench coat full of Pilot wares.)
AND
We will be here:
Stop by! say Hi. We'll have ourselves a little conversation. Maybe a whiksey. I'd love to meet you, whoever you are. Dean would too, but he's gallivanting around Europe, attempting to remain an enigma. But everybody knows he looks like a young Liam Neeson, what's so enigmatic about that, huh?
But do come by the table or the cafe. There will be poetry, there will be poets, there will be poets partying. And I have new constructions made of paper to show you...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Effing #6 hot off the press
The always-entertaining, surprisingly soft-spoken, frighteningly-talented poet Joe Massey has an announcement to make:
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Dear friends,
I edited the 6th issue of Effing Magazine which has been released today. The issue contains generous selections of work from the following poets: Zach Barocas, Chris Rizzo, Mairéad Byrne, Andrew Mister, Rae Armantrout, Shannon Tharp, Aaron Tieger, Tom Devaney, Julie Doxsee, Sandra Simonds, Jess Mynes, and John Phillips.
The covers are printed with hand-carved linoleum cuts designed by Jared Faulkner, with a touch of letter-pressed words on the back by Scott Pierce. Each cover is unique. Hand-sewn. 64 pages. Cost: $7.00.
Obtain it here: http://osnapper.typepad.com/
Scroll down for the PayPal button on the sidebar. The cover has flowers on it, can't miss it. Soon information for the issue will be on the main Effing Press website.
Luddites, you can send a check or concealed cash directly to the press:
Send your check or money order (or cash, if you're feeling brave) to:
Scott Pierce
703 W 11th Street #2
Austin, TX 78701
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Thanks!
Joe
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So get your sweet ass over there and order yourself a copy, then hum a little tune of joy.
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Dear friends,
I edited the 6th issue of Effing Magazine which has been released today. The issue contains generous selections of work from the following poets: Zach Barocas, Chris Rizzo, Mairéad Byrne, Andrew Mister, Rae Armantrout, Shannon Tharp, Aaron Tieger, Tom Devaney, Julie Doxsee, Sandra Simonds, Jess Mynes, and John Phillips.
The covers are printed with hand-carved linoleum cuts designed by Jared Faulkner, with a touch of letter-pressed words on the back by Scott Pierce. Each cover is unique. Hand-sewn. 64 pages. Cost: $7.00.
Obtain it here: http://osnapper.typepad.com/
Scroll down for the PayPal button on the sidebar. The cover has flowers on it, can't miss it. Soon information for the issue will be on the main Effing Press website.
Luddites, you can send a check or concealed cash directly to the press:
Send your check or money order (or cash, if you're feeling brave) to:
Scott Pierce
703 W 11th Street #2
Austin, TX 78701
*
Thanks!
Joe
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So get your sweet ass over there and order yourself a copy, then hum a little tune of joy.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Currently Reading for Issue #2
We are currently reading submissions for issue # 2 of Pilot. submission guidelines here. send us poems or essays on poetics. We try to respond in 4-8 weeks but sometimes we take a little longer.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Small Fires Press all fired up again
The November Launch
Okay, so the launch for Anthony Robinson's book Brief Weather and I Guess a Sort of Vision, (which doubled as a launch party for the magazine) happened almost two months ago... so what, right? I fully embrace "Better Late Than Never"... So here are some of the pictures now. It really was a great reading; a grand old time involving wine, fancy desserts, and a legendary reading by Robinson that brought audience participation and good-natured heckling to a new level. You totally should have been there. But it's okay. You can relive the night in the photos below. And then you can buy the book here.
Before the reading started, Tony proposed we celebrate by going next door to the too-bright bar (Tiger Lily was it called?) and do shots. Tequila. Whiksey.
Yes, Tony drank right from the bottle. Demanding, he was. A glass is not big enough! he said.
Emily brought celebratory desserts.
Dean and Emily got psyched up for some serious karaoke. They can sing. Singing poets.
Dean Betsy Tony
Before the reading started, Tony proposed we celebrate by going next door to the too-bright bar (Tiger Lily was it called?) and do shots. Tequila. Whiksey.
Yes, Tony drank right from the bottle. Demanding, he was. A glass is not big enough! he said.
Emily brought celebratory desserts.
Dean and Emily got psyched up for some serious karaoke. They can sing. Singing poets.
Dean Betsy Tony
Monday, February 05, 2007
Hello out there,
dear readers of Pilot! here you will find news about all things Pilot (and some things not Pilot)... news from our authors. reading announcements. updates on new titles. tempting title teasers. shiny things we find and then want to show you...
so, yeah. come by anytime. we'll be here. and to those of you out there who've already stopped by to read the first issue of the magazine, or who have written to us, submitted poems, bought books, become a subscriber, linked to our site, told someone about us, etc. ... thank you!!
so, yeah. come by anytime. we'll be here. and to those of you out there who've already stopped by to read the first issue of the magazine, or who have written to us, submitted poems, bought books, become a subscriber, linked to our site, told someone about us, etc. ... thank you!!
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