Might have to add this to the to-do list: Midnight Sun Baseball.

If I haven't told you already, A and I will be driving from our little shack in Lincoln to Mt. McKinley in the AK and we're leaving Friday. This is a long trip. We'll be hiking around of course, and tenting almost every night. I'll be reading some poems with Julie Doxsee and Mathias in Missoula on June 12. Other than that, there'll be very little human contact. Very little civilization. We're taking a break from humans. No shaving. 3 pair of underwear. We should be back in mid-July at some point. This is a long trip. I google-earthed it and it makes the whole earth spin a little bit. Anyhoo, we're running around this week trying to get stuff together before we go, and trying to get stuff done so we can leave with a clear mind, y'know? So that's where my head is right now. I'll say goodbye on Friday, but I'll be sure to update you from the road of course. With pictures, observations, anecdotes, and insights. And I'll tell you all about Octopus #9 here pretty soon.

1. Monica Fambrough tells me something that may change yr gift-begging plans. Wave Books now offers annual subscriptions to their softcover titles (subscriptions were previously only available for hardcovers). You get all six 2007 titles for $60.
2. If you sent a manny to Octopus Books in April, I'm going to the bank today to deposit your check. Thanks. We're just now starting to dig in. Full stride. For half of you, your manny is making a road trip to Alaska with me.
3. When I picked up the mannies/checks/misc materials from Alisa, the Octopus screener/intern, I found a few gifts in the pile. So I'll be cracking open these books on the trip as well:

When A and I left Cleveland (Akron technically) 3-4 years ago the Cavs and the Indians were the bottom feeders of their respective divisions. We picked a fine time to leave (Sigh).

PS. I'm a fan of the Indians, but not a fan of the Chief Wahoo logo. I want to make that clear.

I've been interviewed by Kate Greenstreet. I have proof.

Would you please buy me the entire catalogs of Palm Press and Make Now Press? Thanks.

Congrats K.

My sister graduates from high school this weekend. She is very cool and I'm proud of her. Today is her grad party and I'm very excited because I'll be living one of my dreams. I'm in charge of the hot dog roller machine. I'm not joking. I will be a hot dog roller machine operator today. Jealous?

A is living her dream: she's operating the cotton candy machine.

Ideas for concept manuscripts:

1. A manuscript titled Steady Improvement. The first poem is a dirty limerick. It's centered. And it uses a font called Vivaldi. The next poem is an attempt at a sonnet. It's about love and heart and about never giving up. The next one is a trick haiku with "bla bla bla bla bla" as the last line. The next one is an attempt at a ghazal using a line from Night Ranger and is all about giving up. The next one invents a new form known as Seahorsing. And so on. You get the picture. It becomes mediocre, readable but forgettable. Then there are a few sparks. Then it ends with a poem with werewolves and black holes.

2. A manuscript titled Help! I'm Trapped. Each poem is a clue to where the poet is trapped against his/her will. The editor of the press to which this manuscript is sent figures this out, assembles a team of assistant editors who bring in oversized charts and maps to the coffeeshop where the manuscripts are read. After a few weeks or so, the team finds the poet on the brink of starvation deep inside a dark cave behind a fallen boulder and saves his/her life. It is a really good manuscript, but it is only named a finalist.

My good friend, Hadara Bar-Nadav's book of poems, A Glass of Milk to Kiss Goodnight, is being paired up with the Suit on Amazon. If you have my book, you should get hers--Amazon recommends you do. If you don't have my book, you should also get hers. She is in KC now so it is nice we get to hang out in the Amazon together, side by side.

Also, there are some new chappies on Press Press Press you should know about. Hot off the press press press.

Mathias comes back from his long road trip today. So I imagine we'll be splitting up some April manuscripts and talking issue #9. #9 should be up before I take off for Alaska (June 8--the day my sister turns 18). If you were going to do a piece for us for #9, that slow downward sliding door is nearing the ground, Indiana Jones.

Gonna pull some more weeds today. Listen to tunes. Tunes and weeds. Maybe I'll send some poems out later. I've been writing a lot lately and I haven't sent out since last fall.





Got The Hot Garment of Love is Insecure by Elizabeth Reddin in the mail yesterday. I ate half of it up last night and am saving the other half for tonight. It made me write a poem about a black hole. I badly want the other two books (pictured above) from UDP too. I need to go sell some blood now.

I was reading through this new mannie of mine and realized that there is only one simile. I love similes though. Good ones. Tonight is simile night. Ok.

Also, this is one of about 10 fantasy covers I've got swimming around the old noggin.

Do you like good poems? Do you like to watch good poems being read? Do you like me (and Mathias Svalina and Joshua Marie Wilkinson and Julie Doxsee and Nathan Bartel)? Episode #3 from Rabbit Light Movies y'all.

I read Tao Lin's Eeeee Eee Eeee (and 3 stories from Bed) on the plane to and from Ohio. It is a lot like watching your buddy try to find the secret passageway on the first level of a new video game. He goes into a room and back out of it, or into an enchanted den then just outside of the enchanted den then back into the enchanted den again then stands still then back out of the enchanted den. I really enjoyed it. Read both books. Some of the characters in Eeeee Eee Eeee will show up in Bed and break your heart. Also, I found 4 typos.

Fairly incomplete photo-narrative of Ohio trip:













A missed connection resulting in a pan-Erie prop plane flight. Didn't get to visit my old elementary school. K+ J. B. A fire in the driveway (intentional and controlled). A's walk and hooding (hoorah!). Rummy/Spades. Dinner theater/West Side Story (Maria!). Why didn't she shoot herself? A beer or more with B. Many thanks and hugs to P + C.

Got the front yard snazzed up real nice. Next week: the back yard. Oh, my back! But first, we're heading out to Ohio to get Allison graduated. Ph.D. style. Robes and regalia.

D. Richard Scannell reviews the Suit over at Book Slut. And he digs it. Check it.

Mowing. Fertilizing. Seeding. Pulling weeds. Hoeing. Planting. Potting. Watering. Digging up. Mulching. Not in that order of course. All while listening to good garden music: Band of Horses, Asobi Seksu, Bright Eyes (the new one), Beirut, Maria Taylor, Promise Ring, Hayden, Bonnie Prince Billy/Tortise, Matt and Kim, Wanda Jackson, Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins, etc etc. Maybe I'll take pictures for you when I'm done.

Before we tear the seal on the April manuscripts for Octopus Books sometime next week, and before we push the launch button on Octopus #9, I'm going to dig in to some of the books in translation on my PhD reading list. Want to see 'em?

Apollonaire, Guillaume. The Self-Dismembered Man. Trans. Donald Revell.
Baudelaire, Charles. Flowers of Evil. Trans. James McGowan.
Baudelaire, Charles. Flowers of Bad. Trans. David Cameron.
Breton, Andre. Manifestos of Surrealism. Trans. Richard Seaver.
Celan, Paul. Poems of Paul Celan. Trans. Michael Hamburger.
Char, Rene. Selected Poems. Trans. Tina Jolas.
Kharms, Daniil. It Happened Like This. Trans. Ian Frasier.
Kharms, Daniil. Incidences. Trans. Neil Cornwell.
Kharms, Daniil. The Blue Notebook. Trans. Matvei Yankelevich.
Kharms, Daniil, and Alexander Vvedensky. Man with the Black Coat: Russians's Literature of the Absurd. Trans. George Gibian.
Mayakovsky, Vladimir. The Bedbug and Selected Poetry
Neruda, Pablo. The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems.
Ostashevsky, Eugene Ed. OBERIU: An Anthology of Russian Absurdism.
Pasternak, Boris. My Sister--Life
Peret, Benjamin. From the Hidden Storehouse.
Rimbaud, Arthur. A Season in Hell and The Drunken Boat.
Roubaud, Jacques. The Form of a City Changes Faster, Alas, Than the Human Heart. Trans. Keith and Rosemarie Waldrop.
Tzara, Tristan. Approximate Man and other Writings. Trans. Mary Ann Caws.
Zabolotsky, Nikolai. Selected Poems.

Any suggestions?

1. Octopus Books has extended it's reading period for two more weeks. We'll probably like that mutha so print that mutha off and send it in.

2. Interview with Howsare and Tynes. Check this mutha out.

3. Book Reports by Jonah Winter soft-cover edition. Buy this mutha for $6.

A and I braved the backwoods of Indian Cave State Park this weekend. If we haven't told you already, the two of us will be driving up to and around in Alaska for 5 weeks this summer, hiking and tenting. We wanted to try out some of the new equipment we got for it. Turns out Indian Cave doesn't have any water, so we still don't know how to work the water filter.