http://couchdeath.tumblr.com/post/54343029079/letterpress-printed-from-photopolymer-plates-on-a
http://pocalypsticeditions.org/lumen/
Letterpress printed from photopolymer plates on a Vandercook 4 with black ink and dry organic pigments. Handbound case binding with 3 different kinds of paper. 4″(h) x 6″(w) closed. 22 pages. Edition of 20. Year 2013.
Letterpress printed from photopolymer plates on a Vandercook 4 with black ink and dry organic pigments. Handbound case binding with 3 different kinds of paper. 4″(h) x 6″(w) closed. 22 pages. Edition of 20. Year 2013.
http://www.tender-loin.com/sanders_1.html
Kristin Sanders lives in New Orleans and teaches at Loyola University. She is the author of the chapbook “Orthorexia” (dancing girl press). Her work has appeared in journals such as Octopus, Everyday Genius, elimae, Strange Machine, and HTMLGIANT.
http://solidquarter.blogspot.com/2012/11/peformative-madness-country-style.html
The shot opens with our “performer” in the garbage can, a male voice off camera says, “do it” and then our “performer” pops out of the can to shake her stuff. It enacts a pornographic frame establishing who is the viewer, the one who controls the gaze, and who is the viewed, the one who performs for the gaze. It’s hysterical in the dual meaning of the phrase as the video is funny and aims to poke fun, but hysterical as well in the pathological sense in that Sanders (the artist) uses her own body to enact a display of the tragically comic. Stuffing pearls into her mouth while standing in an open washing machine: she is quite literally the poet silencing herself, suffocating in the absurdity of these iconic displays: domestic and sexually available. Pornography exists in gluts of images, it’s self-engorging and etymologically, from Fr. engorger “to obstruct, block, congest,” O.Fr. engorgier “to swallow, devour,” from en- (see en- (1)) + gorge “throat.” In other words, to strangle on that which we desire.
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This is one that came later, maybe about the thirtieth one. This is a made work, and it was made from a master list in a psychology textbook. The title of it is “From A List Of Delusions Of The Insane, What They Are Afraid Of.” And this is a fairly classical sonnet of 14 lines, which works, in fact, in three fours and a two.
[Reads “From A List Of Delusions Of The Insane, What They Are Afraid Of.”
HEJINIAN:
What a list.BERRIGAN:
Yeah, well, the children are burning. And we are those children. And they are those children too. And they are not insane.All those things are very true. I mean, evil chemicals are in the air.
HEJINIAN:
And they are poor.BERRIGAN:
And we are in the control of another power. We have stolen something, namely those lines.I mean one has to be as witty as one can in the face of the holocaust.
http://jacket2.org/commentary/ted-berrigan-interviewed-hejinian-and-robinson
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Frank O’Hara reads September 14, 1959 (by cprprojection)
My dad would have been 21 years old…
My dad woulda been 5!
and ugh he is the best
OK GETTING OFF TUMBLR
[dramaticinstrumentalmusic]kir
kelley: hang on let me see why i can’t get it to stay in form
even if i save as rtf
it gets messed up
but i sort of like how it looks
Mark: does it have a bunch of parentheses in it
that’s what happened to me when i tried pasting it
kelley: no, there are like no spaces between words
Mark: yeah in my case it replaced the spaces with closed parentheses
commercialstrengthcorporate
powerstructure
urbancapitalism
thisiswhatismeantbytragedy
Mark: the lack of spaces makes me think of lilith fair
kelley: somewhere in those nonspaces lies Sarah McLachlan
Mark: that is the placenta canyon
which i thought said placenta cannon at first
kelley: i am not even there yet
i am still on ‘tragedy’
Mark: oh it doesnt say placenta
you are always on tragedy
you are sophocles
ofthecommonsoncommongroundinsoiledfootsteps
twobytwobynot
enoughandalwaystoomanysigns
bytheroaddirectsomeonetosomewhereIimagine
kelley: are you reading the same poem or are you reading about bathtub birthing
Mark: i am imagining this as explosive tub birth
at lilith fair
its like that william burroughs book
kelley: by the road direct someone to somewhere i imagine? that line? i thought she did a merge of the words ‘lime’ and ‘imagine’
wasn’t he in drugstore cowboy
Mark: who wasn’t
kelley: tv baby shot me
Mark: tv tub birth
truck
driverssoin
lovewiththevision
ofnight
highway
inheadlightsgroundedauroraborealisspeaktome
isunshinnotes
these
heavy
quarters
kelley: ‘shinnotes’ = a new kind of clog
Mark: is she talking about whole foods
kelley: i was born in a television
Mark: i think this poem is about whole foods
kelley: they don’t have those here
Mark: they have half foods
kelley: you cannot buy sex toys or whole food
Mark: everything is a sex toy in alabama
kelley: every nonhuman thing
Mark: even some human things
half
past
yesterday
thedog
wanted
inthcatwantedout
andwantedhot
bath
butthetimewasunavailableappointment
nexweekithe
aisle
with
the
ric
anddriedlentilsspilt
thesquashfleshfall
leaf
orange
with
the
knife
othe
cupboard
attheheartoftheheartofthestorm
in
thewoodwearewolvesteethbaredtoward
existence
willfightthis
tooth
and
nail
gunmetalgleam
andgrocerystoregoodsspace
iyuccaplants
higiPlaceritacanyon
keep
kelley: oh i see where you thought you saw ‘placenta’
Mark: why else do you think they aren’t pro choice
sex toy placenta tub birth
i am becoming a spam email
kelley: you are DCCC generated emails
Mark: i had an obama person come to my door the other day
kelley: you told me
Mark: she wouldnt leave
the world needs to know
she kept insinuating that the campaign office had good drugs
kelley: which tier
Mark: and her boobs were everywhere
kelley: as in ‘Total Recall’ mars mutant triple boobs?
Mark: janet jackson at the super bowl
kelley: or just… not strapped in
so JT showed up?
Mark: her dog was JT
kelley: if JT showed up at my door and mentioned a surplus of drugs in the white house
Mark: everyone here is really big on horticulture, she pointed out
kelley: everyone here is really big on genital herpes
goinghowlonginthemomentwhen
thefloorsgleamedthingswerefineintrusive
theblue
oyesterday
iaplate
othe
floor
inapebblefrom
theriverput
ithe
potting
soiloapotted
plantborn
indoorwilldiindoorthis
atthe
end
Mark: yesterday is a really big theme of this poem
kelley: jovial herpes
Mark: it is like a fleetwood mac song
bill clinton
kelley: guns n roses
Mark: slash giving tub birth in the whole foods
while sarah mclaughlin reads a spam email
kelley: ‘indoorwild’ = into the wild = sean penn = pearl jam
she doesn’t read
Mark: not everything is about school violence kelley
kelley: she just makes commericals about abused dogs
not everything is about eating bad shrooms, mark
Mark: tell that to my gas
kelley: we are discussing the mouse in our kitchen
Mark: everyone has a mouse
kelley: mice are the equivalent to the apartment as pigeons are to a city
or wait
mice are the pigeon of the abode
kelley: or the pigeon of your dealing
i mean dwelling
‘they only take what they need’
‘they are good cleaners’
Mark: sounds racist to me
next he’s going to tell you that he wishes his dad was mexican
so he could get more votes
kelley: basically, we are going to let the mouse continue shitting on our stove top
mightjustbeenoughtopush
mightjustbeenoughtoeasetidal
Corey Zeller: “I got a piece taken at Salt Hill Journal. I somehow deleted the previous announcement so here it is again. It is called “Taco Bell” and was written with Gregory Sherl. Super excited! http://www.salthilljournal.net/sh23/”
Delete Press has just released Katechon Michael Cross.
http://deletepress.org/books/michael-cross/
If you don’t buy it, you have no soul. That may be an extreme assertion, but it is what I do… extremes.
