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Friday, July 25, 2008 @ 7:00 p.m.
July 3, 2008

July 25th @ 7 p.m. – Stain Bar – Williamsburg, Brooklyn

** Baker, Cordelli, Field, Need, Newton, and Tonelli**


Andrea Baker is the author of like wind loves a window (Slope Editions,
2005) and the chapbooks gilda (Poetry Society of America, 2004) and true
poems about the river go like this (Cannibal Books, 2008).


Phil Cordelli cleans lawns, carries on a love affair with the
tuliptrees of Upper Manhattan that may not be carrying on for much
longer now, and acts as a conduit for poetic impulses from the plant
world. More on this as it develops.


Farrah Field‘s first book, Rising, is forthcoming in early 2009 by
Four Way Books. Her poems have appeared in many publications such as
the Mississippi Review, Margie, Chelsea, The Massachusetts Review,
Typo, Harp & Altar, and are forthcoming in Pebble Lake Review, Another
Chicago Magazine, Fulcrum, and 42Opus. She lives in Brooklyn.


Originally from Massachusetts, David Need lives in Durham, NC and works as an
instructor in the Religion Department at Duke, teaching classes on Buddhism,
South Asian Religions, and Religion and Poetry. Recent and upcoming
publications include several suites published in Fascicle 2 & 3, a
translation/essay series on Rg Veda poetry in Talisman, an excerpt from “Places
I’ve Lived” upcoming in Minor American, and excerpts from “St. John’s Rose
Slumber” upcoming in Effing and Hambone. Several years ago Mipoesis ran a
series of essays by David on Rilke and three short memoir pieces, and Ocho ran
yet another sonnet suite. Current projects include a long poem written
alongside the Gospel of Mark, “Places I’ve Lived”, which is evolving into an
open ended project, finalizing a collection of translations of Rilke’s French
poetry, and yet another Rg Veda essay, this one on the theme of twins there and
in the poetry of Nate Mackey. David is associated with the NC lucipo poets, and
lives with his scholar wife and four cats.


Keith Newton edits the online magazine Harp & Altar. His poems and
translations have appeared in Harvard Review, Cannibal, Typo, and
Circumference, among other journals, and a chapbook of his work is
forthcoming in 2008 from Cannibal Books. He lives in Brooklyn.


Chris Tonelli lives in the Boston area where he runs The So and So Series. He has work forthcoming in Saltgrass, Salt Hill, Absent, and Good Foot, and is the author of three chapbooks: For People Who Like Gravity and Other People (Rope-A-Dope Press, forthcoming), A Mule-Shaped Cloud (w/ Sarah Bartlett, horse less press, 2008), and WIDE TREE: Short Poems (Kitchen Press, 2006).


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Aimé Césaire, Martinique poet, has died
April 17, 2008

Aime Cesaire

Thursday, April 17, 2008

PARIS: The esteemed Martinique poet and politician Aimé Césaire, a leading figure in the movement for black consciousness, died Thursday, the French president’s office and a hospital said. He was 94.

Césaire was involved in the fight for French West Indian rights, and he also served as a lawmaker in the lower house of France’s parliament for nearly 50 years. French President Nicolas Sarkozy successfully led a campaign last year to change the name of Martinique’s airport in honor of Césaire.

Sarkozy on Thursday praised Césaire as “a great poet” and a “great humanist.”

“As a free and independent spirit, throughout his whole life he embodied the fight for the recognition of his identity and the richness of his African roots,” Sarkozy said. “Through his universal call for the respect of human dignity, consciousness and responsibility, he will remain a symbol of hope for all oppressed peoples.”


From The liberating power of words – interview with poet Aime Cesaire – Interview

Aimé Césaire: I’ve always had the feeling that I was on a quest to reconquer something, my name, my country or myself.

That is why my approach has in essence always been poetic.

Because it seems to me that in a way that’s what poetry is.

The reconquest of the self by the self….

I think it was Heidegger who said that words are the abode of being. There are many such quotations. I believe it was Rene Char, in his surrealist days, who said that words know much more about us than we know about them.

I too believe that words have a revealing as well as a creative function…

The Abbe Gregoire(1), Victor Schoelcher(2) and all those who spoke out and still speak out, who campaigned for human rights without distinction of race and against discrimination, these were my guides in life. They stand forever as representatives of the West’s great outpouring of magnanimity and solidarity, an essential contribution to the advancement of the ideas of practical universality and human values, ideas without which the world of today would not be able to see its way forward. I am forever a brother to them, at one with them in their combat and in their hopes…

I really do believe in human beings. I find. something of myself in all cultures, in that extraordinary effort that all people, everywhere, have made – and for what purpose?

Quite simply to make life livable!

It is no easy matter to put up with life and face up to death.

And this is what is so moving.

We are all taking part in the same great adventure.

That is what is meant by cultures, cultures that come together at some meeting-point….

I think it was in a passage in Hegel emphasizing the master-slave dialectic that we found this idea about specificity. He points out that the particular and the universal are not to be seen as opposites, that the universal is not the negation of the particular but is reached by a deeper exploration of the particular.

The West told us that in order to be universal we had to start by denying that we were black. I, on the contrary, said to myself that the more we were black, the more universal we would be.

It was a totally different approach. It was not a choice between alternatives, but an effort at reconciliation.

Not a cold reconciliation, but reconciliation in the heat of the fire, an alchemical reconciliation if you like.

The identity in question was an identity reconciled with the universal. For me there can never be any imprisonment within an identity.

Identity means having roots, but it is also a transition, a transition to the universal….

We are far removed from that romantic idyll beneath the calm sea. These are angry, exasperated lands, lands that spit and spew, that vomit forth life.

That is what we must live up to. We must draw upon the creativity of this plot of land! We must keep it going and not sink into a slumber of acceptance and resignation. It is a kind of summons to us from history and from nature….

And so I have tried to reconcile those two worlds, because that was what had to be done. On the other hand, I feel just as relaxed about claiming kinship with the African griot and the African epic as about claiming kinship with Rimbaud and Lautreamont – and through them with Sophocles and Aeschylus! …

I have never harboured any illusions about the risks of history, be it in Africa, in Martinique, in the Americas or anywhere else. History is always dangerous, the world of history is a risky world; but it is up to us at any given moment to establish and readjust the hierarchy of dangers. …

At any rate, it is for me the fundamental mode of expression, and the world’s salvation depends on its ability to heed that voice. It is obvious that the voice of poetry has been less and less heeded during the century we have lived through, but it will come to be realized more and more that it is the only voice that can still be life-giving and that can provide a basis on which to build and reconstruct….

* And yet this century has not been one where ethics has triumphed, has it?

A.C.: Certainly not, but one must speak out, whether one is heeded or not; we hold certain things to be fundamental, things that we cling to. Even if it means swimming against the tide, they must be upheld.

In other words, poetry is for me a searching after truth and sincerity, sincerity outside of the world, outside of alien times. We seek it deep within ourselves, often despite ourselves, despite what we seem to be, within our innermost selves.

Poetry wells up from the depths, with explosive force.

The volcano again.

No doubt I have reached the moment of crossing the great divide but I face it imperturbably in the knowledge of having put forward what I see as essential, in the knowledge, if you like, of having called out ahead of me and proclaimed the future aloud.

That is what I believe I have done; somewhat disoriented though I am to find the seasons going backwards, as it were, that is how it is and that is what I believe to be my vocation.

No resentments, none at all, no ill feelings but the inescapable solitude of the human condition. That is the most important thing.


1. Henri Gregoire (1750-1831), French ecclesiastic and politician, a leader of the movement in the Convention for the abolition of slavery. Ed.

2. French politician (1804-1893), campaigner for the abolition of slavery in the colonies, Deputy for Guadeloupe and Martinique. Ed.

–The liberating power of words – interview with poet Aime Cesaire – Interview


Never a More Generous Man
April 3, 2008


Never a more generous man have I met than poet and friend, Matthew Rotando. I take great pleasure in singing the praises of his first book of poems, THE COMEBACK’S EXOSKELETON. I wish you could all know him too, as you will find that once you fall in love with this collection, you will long to meet the person who has such zest for life as well as an eye not afraid to behold our evils. It’s really a lovely collection — and I’m not just saying that because I’ve been waiting for years for it to appear. You should throw caution to the wind and take up this EXOSKELETON! Discover how well dresses up your own worldview!

What others are saying:

Incorporating the density of Spanish surrealism and a sprawling Whitmanesque line, this amazing first book finds Rotando engaged in a poetic biathlon which draws equally from maximal and minimal traditions. There are tight, economical poems, free verse forms derived from the sonnet, poems leaping about the page, but my favorites are the wonderful prose poems tumbling over and under themselves toward gnomish statements that feel both didactic and self-parodying. –Tim Peterson, from the Foreword

The rich, exultant writing in Matthew Rotando’s first collection is both comic and cosmic. Lyrics steeped in the Latin American literary tradition disclose what might be called the surreality of reality in contemporary American culture, while cadences of Stein and Barthelme make the prose poems in The Comeback’s Exoskeleton ring with laughter of great philosophical depth. This is a writer unafraid to love and to err, and to do so with irrepressible grace and humour. To read such unapologetically joyous work is a tonic for melancholy and a prescription for wonder. –Srikanth Reddy, Facts for Visitors

And a few short poems from the collection, though there are many longer ones to gleefully sink into:



Son, watch the way the eaves bend when you breathe.

They move the way a star would

If you could corral water into spheres.


Shadows play in the paint under the floor:

Tentacular spirits!

They will hold your cages and laboratory equipment.


Your time as a human is near at hand;

I am repealing all the old regulations

Regarding prostrations and guttural pronouncements.


There will be things called Souvenir Shops;

Bring back an “I ♥ Mt. Rushmore” keychain for your mother.






I snave this heaking suspicion

That the poung yoet, Tom Devaney,

Is really the mold oviestar, Lon Chaney.

If lou yisten to the way they laugh,

Or notice their hartling, storror movie eyes,

You’ll sefinitely dee

That they’re both obvious dasters of misguise.





I like trouble. I like to shoot watermelon seeds at passing barges. I wanna

put Elmer’s Glue in your hair and make it stick straight up. I wanna go

down to the docks and kick some ass! Your shoes small like skunk. And

so do mine. If we were lizards, I bet we would both be geckoes with

sticky round fingers. A friend is someone who decides to find you out.

Let’s have a broken bottle party! A Chinese dude, Shih-Wu, said, “Pine

trees and strange rocks remain unknown to those who look for mind

with mind.” So let’s not bother. Let’s just walk arm in arm through a

crumbling metropolis, clacking castanets.





In the mood for one more? Try this one, complete with a nearly naked pic!


Poets Off Poetry
March 30, 2008


 This Recording

Thanks to Jackie Clark for inviting me to participate in the ten part Poets Off Poetry series.

My contribution, “Fed You From The Blood of My Nose: A Medley Melodic,” appears under the heading, “In Which Nearly Every Human Knows This Desire.”

Lots of links to music you might enjoy, and I hope you do …


p.s. Ana B. had an interesting dream, and Seth A. has an interesting take …


  1. Jim K. Says:
    March 7th, 2008 at 11:45 am eSome great links,
    but a lot are broken
    (from that pub).
  2. Amy King Says:
    March 7th, 2008 at 10:00 pm eA few were fixed — I hope not too many broken remain.

    That’s a poem, no?

    Thanks for visiting the site, Jim!


  3. Jim K. Says:
    March 7th, 2008 at 11:20 pm eSometimes
    the load makes
    the site drop links.

    Not intentionally poetic.

    At philosophy forums,
    handyman sites,
    and radio reviews,
    I am accused of
    poetry due to my

    Now you.
    I give up ;-)

  4. Jim K. Says:
    March 7th, 2008 at 11:21 pm egood bonnie!
  5. Amy King Says:
    March 8th, 2008 at 6:39 pm eFunny how line breaks can make music!

March 29, 2008


Yes, that’s John Travolta and Kirk Douglas lip wrestling, but this post is about much more than curing the daily — Jim K wrote a quick review of my recent Dusie chap, Kiss Me With the Mouth of Your Country (send your address to amyhappens @ gmail dot com for a copy). And thank you, Jim!

For more sexiness, click here now!


4 Responses to “Quickie”

  1. Jim K. Says:
    December 11th, 2007 at 6:08 pm eHeh…I dunno; I saw Travolta’s mouth drool a lot
    in “Battlefield Earth”.
  2. Amy King Says:
    December 19th, 2007 at 9:00 pm eHeh heh!
  3. Sara Says:
    January 2nd, 2008 at 9:29 pm eHi Amy, did I tell you yet that your new chapbook’s title is I think about the best I’ve ever heard? ‘Cannot wait to read it.

    It appears that John Travolta’s taste in men is even worse than his taste in scripts post-Pulp Fiction — this post reminded me of something I saw on 60 Minutes a few years ago: Apparently, Kirk Douglas had been on the show, and a few weeks later I was watching another episode in which they reviewed some of their mail. A few women wrote a letter together, saying, “If Kirk Douglas thinks women should be more like dogs, we think he should be more like a tree.”

  4. Amy King Says:
    January 4th, 2008 at 10:33 pm eI’m so glad you’re into the new chap, Sara! And yes, I think you summed Travolta and Douglas up… don’t get me started on his son, Charlie Sheen. Ugh.

    Happy happy to you and yours, Ms. S!

[ . . . . . . . ] Got You Down?
March 29, 2008

A little Sufjan Stevens to shoot you up, “For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti.” Press play, please.~~

But seriously, when was the last time you thought someone or something was beautiful?

Just wonderin’ …

7 Responses to “[ . . . . . . . ] Got You Down?”

  1. Jim K. Says:
    November 1st, 2007 at 2:07 am eDown Up Beauty?

    The usual nauseau, in all its names and
    peopled places, has me down.
    The potential nears a peak, the ride slows.
    It hurts. So much not-to-be.

    I see beauty most often
    when a face connects.
    There: that moment.

    Sometimes beauty brings blues.
    Something your soul makes a hole for in an instant,
    but you can never have. Those blues.
    A whole life of never in reverse relief.

    But sharing a thought, that moment,
    is beauty. If it is just…what it is, no blues.
    That brings me up.
    What if we could share lots of them?
    What if we used words?

  2. Jim K. Says:
    November 1st, 2007 at 4:08 am eAh….. Sufjan Stevens is the artist.
  3. Tim Caldwell Says:
    November 1st, 2007 at 5:21 am eSmile
  4. Ana Says:
    November 1st, 2007 at 2:47 pm eUm, daily?
  5. Jim K. Says:
    November 3rd, 2007 at 2:19 am eJoseph Arthur is great!

    But dropping Sufjan’s beautiful low-fi piece
    is dropping an obvious showcase item that
    was driving clicks right into amazon to buy
    The record execs don’t even know when they
    are f***ing themselves out of a seat at the table.
    That vid wasn’t suitable fidelity for poaching, it was
    perfect free marketing for albums and tickets.
    That’s sort of beyond the music-stealing issue,
    since it’s just a home-cam job.
    Oh well….the future arrives, with or without them.

  6. Erin Says:
    November 4th, 2007 at 8:57 am eAt a bar tonight sipping stout, watching a woman accompany herself on accordion while she sang so purely it hurt to watch.

    I just asked this question over at the exquisite corpse. It’s a good question to ask. And often. Thank you.

  7. Jim K. Says:
    November 4th, 2007 at 8:32 pm eExcellent moment, Erin. Reminded me of a small concert
    I watched long ago. Stabbed by this one song. The stout
    would have put it over the top.

A Little Weekend Beauty and Clarity
March 29, 2008


I hope to make something this lovely one day. Listen to Iron and Wine’s new album, “The Shepherd’s Dog”, at Rolling Stone (scroll down a bit), read about it at Pitchfork, or watch the video below of Sam Beam performing “The Resurrection Fern” (click here to find out what one is).

3 Responses to “A Little Weekend Beauty and Clarity”

  1. didi Says:
    October 6th, 2007 at 4:31 pm eThat is a tremendous painting. I love it.
  2. ashok Says:
    October 8th, 2007 at 11:48 am eLove Iron and Wine, and didi’s right – that painting is marvelous.

    Hope all is well.

  3. Rachel Mallino Says:
    October 11th, 2007 at 2:01 pm eI’m in love with Sam Beam.

Monkeys and Fowl
March 29, 2008


What’s the difference between a baboon with a chicken and a monkey with a pigeon? Apparently not much — affection all around!

Is it possible that these two things are happening on the same day in China and Lithuania?

Do animals often overcome their differences in this manner?

7 Responses to “Monkeys and Fowl”

  1. Timothy Caldwell Says:
    September 18th, 2007 at 3:12 am eOh for crying out loud. Not fair. The baboon story had an extra special kick. Now my heart is all melty, and it’s your fault, Amy King. (Thanks!)
  2. Jim K. Says:
    September 18th, 2007 at 4:59 pm eAaaaw!
    Everybody needs a friend.
  3. Jilly Says:
    September 19th, 2007 at 3:55 am eA friend had a skunk/dog combo who were quite close.



  4. Todd Colby Says:
    September 20th, 2007 at 10:02 am eOdd! All morning at work the cat was walking around nonchalantly with a giant brown waterbug on it’s head–like it was a little bug beret.

    There must be some sort of harmonic convergence happening. Yay for that.

  5. Jim K. Says:
    September 20th, 2007 at 1:12 pm eQuick…get a pic!
  6. Beaman Says:
    September 20th, 2007 at 3:24 pm eWonderful photograph!
  7. Amy King Says:
    September 20th, 2007 at 4:56 pm eI’m glad this weirdness inspired and moved you all!

    Happy weekend, folks~

Arrivederci, Tenore Matrice
March 29, 2008

“I don’t classify myself–I let other do that. If you sing all the roles put in front of you, you are a tenor [as compared to a lyrice tenor or a light lyric tenor]. Punto [period.] If you are also an actor, or a good driver of your voice, if you have personality and a stage presence, personality in life, you become something more than a tenor, more than just a voice.” –Luciano Pavarotti

“People think I m disciplined. It is not discipline. It is devotion. There is a great difference.” –Luciano Pavarotti

“I’ve been buying the same lambrusco from Correggio [a town between Reggio-Emilia and Modena] since 1965.” –Luciano Pavarotti

Luciano Pavarotti (October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007)

5 Responses to “Arrivederci, Tenore Matrice”

  1. Jim K. Says:
    September 6th, 2007 at 6:17 pm eDevotion: posessed of the spirit.
    “It ain’t what you say, it’s the way that you say it”..
  2. Gary Says:
    September 7th, 2007 at 5:14 pm eBeautiful. Thanks Amy.
  3. Amy King Says:
    September 7th, 2007 at 9:17 pm eWhy it makes me cry, I haven’t figured out.
  4. Jim K. Says:
    September 8th, 2007 at 3:17 am eLook how it posesses even him at the end.
    He has trouble stifling your reaction himself, and he’s sung it so much.
    A moment of emotional transcendence….just from the tone.
    Pretty amazing. (gets kleenex)
  5. SarahJ Says:
    September 9th, 2007 at 1:45 pm elove the quote about devotion.
    nessun dorma is such a gorgeousness

Not a Fan.
March 27, 2008


 Get Thee To A … TV?

I’m not a fan of the American Idol Act nor any of its predecessors & spin-offs. Never have been. But tonight, dear folks, this video redeemed the whole lot for me – hook, line, and sinker. Tears welled up and movement in the emotional region warmed every inch …

5 Responses to “Not a Fan.”

  1. Timothy Caldwell Says:
    July 6th, 2007 at 3:16 am eTwo nights in a row, pulling the heart strings. I saw this a few weeks ago and I was lifted up. Even the heavy-handed editing and camera movement don’t mask the beauty of that brief moment on stage. When I see someone sing like that, such an unlikely talent, it helps remind me that love and magic still exist. (I know I’m laying it on, but that’s what it does to me…) How do you not just love that fellow? Thanks for sharing. (And you’re right about shite like this on TV. It’s why I gave up on it why I moved to NYC three years ago.)
  2. Amy King Says:
    July 6th, 2007 at 12:24 pm eTim,

    You’re absolutely right about the production manipulations – they’re tacky and transparent. But to me, the grossest parts come when the ‘judges’ try to own Paul in their way. The woman calls him a lump of coal and then a frog (with potential to transform), and later, Simon claims the guy doesn’t know he has talent. My understanding of the show is that it’s primarily a chance for folks who believe they have talent but haven’t had an opportunity to showcase to do so there. Paul knows he has talent; he says he was born to sing.

    The best part of this clip is knowing that folks, myself included, size Paul up in a second based on his appearance, his slight insecure posture, bashful look, etc — and then he blows everyone away by doing this absolutely beautiful thing. No one can possibly feel remotely superior after, and indeed, we all must feel a little more hopeful about humans in general (yes, my brand of sentimental) …


  3. Kevin Says:
    July 6th, 2007 at 3:42 pm eCheesy production manipulation and all aside, I never in a hundred years would have thought that one of these shows would bring tears to my eyes. At least not in a good way.
  4. Jim K. Says:
    July 6th, 2007 at 8:26 pm eHoly Crap!
    Riveted, and I’m not an opera fan, even.
    Wish they’d get Simon out of there.
    Like you need his word to be sure it’s good.
    That’s the real contrivance.
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