Friday, July 30, 2010

Banksy at Disneyland

Jarmusch With You

Grzegorz Wróblewski:
Jarmusch With You, Two Years Ago, Today,
The Post-Literate (R)Evolution
Two Poems, translated by Agnieszka Pokojska,
Jacket Magazine #40
Poems, The PIP (Project for Innovative Poetry)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Beat Poet Anne Waldman

Nickel Beach

Amy Corbin:
Nickel Beach, Every Day Poets
Tickled, Word Riot

Road Scholar

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

So Many Different Lengths Of Time

Mugla (Turkish wedding)

Marcus Slease:
Two Poems, gangway 40
What Happens, DIAGRAM
Introduction to Logic, Octopus Magazine
Mugla, Orthodoxies, LATO 2010

The amazing Mr. Prynne

J.H. Prynne, Poems (Bloodaxe Books, #12),
The amazing Mr. Prynne, by Leo Mellor,

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010


Jalina Mhyana:
Borrowers, Ghoti Magazine
The Man Who Folds Crickets, Margin
Palms And Planets, Moondance

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Poetry for Boys (3)

Amy De'Ath:
Poetry for Boys (vi),
Amy De'Ath Blog

After Time

Matvei Yankelevich:
Two Poems, gangway #40

Monday, July 19, 2010

Sunday, July 18, 2010


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A Call to Poets

A Call to Poets by A.D. Winans

Poets unite
Forget about a career
In poetry
And concentrate on the
Quit turning out
Factory assembly
Line poems
Quit trying to imitate
Poets unite
Listen to your brothers
And sisters
Quit being the first poet
To read and the first to leave
Quit using words
As preaching tools
When all over the world
People are starving
Dying and committing genocide
As we stand on stage well fed
Begging for applause
Playing to the audience
Telling our most intimate secrets
Pretending to be knowledgeable
When we know so little
Rams out fucking sheep
Poets playing trick-or-treat
Politicians beating their meat
Whores making it under the sheets
Predators lined-up with elbow grease
Landlords waiting to cancel your lease
It’s gotten so bad
You can’t tell the real
From the elite
Everyone has become a carbon copy
Of themselves
Take a number
Step up on stage
Rattle the cage
Let loose your rage
Be sure to wear your page
(The call you miss may be from God).
As we rival Ringling Brothers
Standing tall standing proud
Working the crowd
Like a carnie hustler
I call for all poets
To put down their poems
For 72 hours
Give up “my space” for a week
Take a Kaufman vow of silence
Help an old woman across the street
Serve a holiday meal at Saint Anthony’s
Quit sending out manuscripts for a month
And spend the saved postage
Helping the homeless
Sell your signed copies of Bukowski
And Ginsberg and give the proceeds
To war victims in Iraq
Pay homage at Malcolm
X’s grave
Hoist one for Robert Kennedy
Ride a boxcar for
Woody Guthrie
Say twelve Hail Mary’s for Ali
Sing a song for Selena
Say a prayer for Allen
Take the Eskimo out
Of Eskimo pie
Scalp Ted Turner with the
Atlanta Brave’s own tomahawk
Rename “Hooters” Bar
And hire Male waiters
To serve in jockey shorts
Legalize prostitution
Campaign to have cops arrested
For disturbing the peace
Tell the Pope that
You’re giving up drugs and the church
To worship at the
Altar of Walt Whitman
Make Kenneth Patchen required reading
Visit an animal shelter
Save a pet from its owner
Volunteer for meals on wheels
Deliver food to the disabled
Give up center stage ego driven mania
For a trip to the park at dusk
Invest in yourself instead
Of interest bearing bank accounts
Meditate instead of masturbate
Make love instead of fuck
Set fire to Naropa
To prove you’re more than
A poet junkie
Sign a petition to replace Bush
With Bob Dylan
And give America a real high
Take a bookstore owner to dinner
Talk child talk
Translate gibberish
Put ego aside
Quit ingratiating yourself with one poet
At the expense of another poet
Do a soul dance for James Brown
Remember that life is but
A warm-up for the dance to come
Quit visiting the graves
Of Kerouac and Bukowski
Return to the world
Of the living
Put the poet back
Into poetry
Make me want to believe
In you again

“A Call to Poets” was published as a chapbook by Green Bean Press in 2002, republished by 24th Street Irregular Press as a free poetry pamphlet, and later by the same press in a thumb sized poetry booklet release. It has appeared in a number of literary journals both here and abroad. It has been recently slightly revised by the poet to bring it up to date.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Friday, July 02, 2010

Notes from The Dustbowl

Jim Goar:
Four poems from
"Notes from The Dustbowl"
Jacket Magazine #40

A Marzipan Factory

A Marzipan Factory
Grzegorz Wróblewski
(translated from the Polish by Adam Zdrodowski)
112 pages
Otoliths, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-9807651-1-3
$15.95 + p&h

A Marzipan Factory is the most original and enticing book of poems I have read in years. It is Kafkaesque and yet tender, cynical and yet warm, elliptical and yet wholly immediate. Grzegorz Wróblewski can take the most ordinary of phenomena and then give them the twist of a knife: to "spare" the life of a living organism—a "dry" tangerine for instance—is, from another angle, to forget it. The pleasures and terrors of sex, of age, of the fear of death, of the deceptions of our social life, have rarely been so brutally—yet wittily and charmingly—documented as they are in these short, often gnomic poems, surprisingly well rendered in Adam Zdrodowski’s translation. Grzegorz Wróblewski restores one’s faith in the power of lyric poetry to renew itself. — Marjorie Perloff

Grzegorz Wróblewski's poems are ironic and serious, quick and probing, nailed to place and character but soaring in imagination. If you haven't read his poems, it's not too late to start and this new volume is the perfect place to do that. — John Z. Guzlowski