My new chap, 19th Street Station, from Full of Crow press is now available:

You can order a copy by sending $4, cash or check to: 2929 Nicol Ave, Oakland CA 94602

This is my short set from last Friday night’s QUIET LIGHTNING VI. Did I mention it was a gas reading with Stephen Elliot, Sara Fran Wisby, Michelle Tea, Daphne Gottlieb, Jon Longhi, MG Martin, AP Nelson, Jennifer Joseph, Nic Alea, Joshua Mohr, and Beth Lisick.

Paul Reads “The Longest 20 Seconds” and “The Serv-Well.”

30 poems in 30 days for the month of April?

I’m not gonna complain for only making 26 new poems (many of which SUCK!!) I get that’s not the point of 30 in 30. It’s been incredibly valuable to me to have this exercise; this campaign if you will.

Big shout out/thank you to Daphne Gottlieb for informing me of this month-long exercise. I think it was pretty good for her too. She took time out from a maniacal outpouring of words to ask me if I was doing the 30 in 30 Challenge and I got that perplexed crease in my brow and promptly asked “What’s that?”

Now each and every April now, I will not forget that! Now we’ll see if we can get this sweet creative outpouring to translate into some productive fiction for the month of May…something else I just learned! Can’t they have a monthly newsletter for tortured prose writers somewhere?

Don’t know if I posted here, but here I will post again if so.

Thank you dear friends. Please find here the presentation of Triumph of the Self at my dearly beloved Crow.

Or find it here below:

THE TRIUMPH OF THE SELF

I can pinpoint the exact moment the campaign to destroy the word “no” was lost. The effort was doomed to the fate of a vagrant or imprisoned behind blood stained crystalline cages the moment it discovered its “self.”

Profoundest apologies; I am misleading you once again (though you already knew that.) What I mean to say is that the campaign to eradicate the word “no” was hung with this destiny around its neck as soon as it discovered the means by which the “self” is discovered.

A small expedition from the compound embarked into Albino Moonbeam to see if the segments of the preserve that had disappeared had perhaps relocated to the water’s edge or even perhaps across the shores.

All they found was a small cache’ of comically shaped eyepieces which, when fixed upon any one given object, revealed that object’s primal subatomic structure in the clearest detail.

We discovered very quickly that every object in the universe we could know was made out of tiny, submicroscopic mirrors. The ground we walk on, the air we breathe, the gruel we consume to sustain our skins…all of it is forever reflecting back at us whether we are aware of it or not.

Quite simply, this discovery was the end of us.

The comical eyepieces became an entertainment industry unto themselves which no one in any caste…not the Elohim; not the vested; not the unvested, not the stringers, nor the campaigners, sanctioned or otherwise, could resist their endless surprises & revelations. After a few cycles of our satellite there was not one citizen without several of these devices. The most amusing game certainly was “self reflecting”…looking through the comically shaped eyepieces at a macro-sized mirror back at one’s corporeal body. In essence: the infinite re-reflection of the self back into nothing but the device of reflection itself.

Great, bleeding slabs of the “no” eradication movement abandoned their posts to see the wonder of themselves exposed in ways they could have never seen themselves previously. Many crossed over from unvested to vested by selling these astounding devices, or at least by attaching themselves to the industry of caring & maintaining these eyepieces which quickly sprung up around the trade of this new, revolutionary commodity. Of course, most of the markets were targeted toward the Elohim themselves, for who else possessed more resources, nay who was more willing to part with their considerable resources in order to more fully worship at the altar of the “self?”

Not for one second do I believe any of this was an accident.

Paul Corman Roberts video reading performance of his title poem from his first book:

Memoir for the Coming World and a Preview of the Gone World

My first published fiction:

Double Lanes at 42opus:

Thank you Brian!

Full of Crow Press’ Prate Interview Series has just published my first interview (as an interviewer) right here:

http://fullofcrow.com/prate/2009/08/lenore-weiss/#more-68