Monday, February 8, 2010
seeking poems
they may be political, or nature poems, spiritual, seasonal,
personal or global. they must not exceed 25 lines, and
should be submitted no later than Feb. 21 2010.
they will be published in a book to raise money for
Isaacs Wells, thru which Lost Boys of Sudan travel to
Africa to get water and wells into villages where people
often die because of a lack of clean water. a handful
of poems will be selected. thoughtful, straightforward
poems are most desired. ok, they can make ya laugh too.
submit as a word document to greenpandapress@gmail.com
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Musing on the Muses
Where Have All the Muses Gone?
"Whatever happened to the Muse? She was once the female figure -- deity, Platonic ideal, mistress, lover, wife -- whom poets and painters called upon for inspiration. Thus Homer in the Odyssey, the West's first great work of literary art: "Sing to me of the man, Muse, of twists and turns driven time and again off course." For hundreds of years, in one form or another, the Muse's blessing and support were often essential to the creation of art."
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Revision: the art of seeing again

In her blog Rocket Kids, poet Rachel Dacus talks about revision as re/vision, the process of seeing again:
"I'm constantly up against my own word-blindness. It's natural to love your own work, especially just after it's flowed out into existence in words. What seems unnatural is to undo or redo the thing you loved into being. But it's what separates the good work from the amateur."
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
T. M. Göttl featured in Mnemosyne

Sunday, January 24, 2010
Theory: George and the Incurious Poet
Werner Herzog reads Curious George
The author of fantasy has fewer limitations than the author of realism. Anything is fair, right? Armoured bears and tiny spies who ride dragonflies. Surgical enhancements that give a person Special superhuman powers for running, climbing, and flying.On Saturday, January 23, 2010, the National Book Critics Circle announced the finalists for its book awards for the publishing year 2009
Science fiction writer Ursula Le Guin has gathered almost 300 signatures in her fight against a Google scheme to digitize books.
There are several kinds of orbits in the orbit catalog.
Another woman slain makes a crime fiction writer conclude: It’s a man’s world. We just die in it...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Let's Dance
I'm sorry that I've neglected (our collaborative nested meditation). I believe it still has potential to dance a bit more, and I'd like to revive it. Please check out the original post for rules and instructions for contributions.If you recall, we finished a first stanza and began a second. Here's where we left off:
Let’s dance.
Let’s dance
without thinking.
Let’s dance
without thinking
about the past.
Let’s dance
without thinking
about the past,
the bitter taste of ashes.
Let’s dance
without thinking
about the past.
The bitter taste of ashes
would smother our burning tango.
Let's fly.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Snoetry review

Worth checking out: T.M. Göttl's Cleveland Poetry Examiner column at examiner.com reviewed last weekend's "Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest" poetry festival in Erie PA.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The poet sez--
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.”
“Poetry should only occupy the idle.”
"Not every poem's good because it's ancient
Fair critics test, and prove, and so pass judgment
-- Anon (Buddhist quote)
- Salvatore Quasimodo
-- Francis Bacon
"Poetry is an orphan of silence.
The words never quite equal the experience behind them."
-- Gilbert K. Chesterton
Friday, January 15, 2010
Theory: In which we check our list

Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner: Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995
A list is an intimation of totality, a simulacrum of knowing much, of knowing the right much. We select our ten best big-band recordings, all-time basketball starting fives, mysteries to read this summer; add up the people we've slept with or people we wish we had...
It is good, at certain hours of the day and night, to look closely at the world of objects at rest. Wheels that have crossed long, dusty distances with their mineral and vegetable burdens, sacks from the coal bins, barrels, and baskets, handles and hafts for the carpenter’s tool chest. From them flow the contacts of man with the earth, like a text for all troubled lyricists. The used surfaces of things, the wear that the hands give to things, the air, tragic at times, pathetic at others, of such things – all lend a curious attractiveness to the reality of the world that should not be underprized. from "Sobre una Poesía sin Pureza” ("Towards an Impure Poetry") -- Pablo Neruda
The New Chicago School of Poetry by Kent Johnson
Few contemporary American literary novelists are as prolific and wide-ranging as Joyce Carol Oates.
January 2010: Long Story Short: International Flash Fiction

Art Apps
The Death of the Slush Pile
from "Medea in Athens"
Augusta Davies Webster
And now, when day with all its useless talk
and useless smiles and idiots' prying eyes
that impotently peer into one's life,
when day with all its seemly lying shows
has gone its way and left pleased fools to sleep,
while weary mummers, taking off the mask,
discern that face themselves forgot anon
and, sitting in the lap of sheltering night,
learn their own secrets from her--even now
does it seem either good or ill to me?
No, but mere strange.
And this most strange of all
that I care nothing.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Bottom Dog Press News

Bottom Dog Press is celebrating 25 years as an independent small press publisher in Ohio with the 25 Year Anniversary Anthology of Poetry....a poem from each of its 91 books of poetry. Featured poets include most of Cleveland poetry's scene....Mary E. Weems, Ray McNiece, Maj Ragain, Michael Salinger, Daniel Thompson, Loren Weiss, Meredith Holmes, just a full rich collection to celebrate our Midwest independence.
Also Riders on the Storm a novel of radical Cleveland during the late 1960's by Susan Carpenter.
Strangers in America by Erika Meyers...winner of the Great Lakes Novel Prize...Erika is from Mantua, and this is her first book.
Larry Smith as senior editor, Laura Smith, Allen Frost, Susanna Sharp-Schwacke and David Shevin associate editors.
Watch for all of this coming soon to your neighborhood bookstore.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Great Lakes Novel Prize to Erika Meyers

Results of the Great Lakes Novel Prize Announced
The editors of two of Ohio’s independent presses, Bottom Dog Press and Drinian Press have announced the winner of the first Great Lakes Novel Prize. Strangers in America by Erika Meyers of Mantua, Ohio, has been selected by final judge, novelist Robert Flanagan. The award includes a $350 prize and publication of the novel.
Ms. Meyers is an English major graduate of Kent State University. She has worked in the publishing business for PPI Technical Communications of Solon, Ohio, and for Kent State University Press. She is also a poet and this is her first book
Flanagan has described the award winning novel: “Erika Meyers’ Kafkaesque fable gives us a contemporary America of disappearing prosperity, endangered jobs, and fragmented families as witnessed specifically in the city grit of Cleveland, Ohio….Free of caricature, Strangers in America is peopled with individuals rich in human complexity ....When you finish Strangers in America, the main character Helena Adamzik will still be there: tough, dead-pan funny, proud and enduring.”
Other finalists include John Albion (Beaver Dam, WI), Eric L. Terlizzi (Salem, IL), and Margo Wilson (Monessen, PA). The contest was endorsed by the Great Lakes Independent Booksellers Association.
Robert Flanagan, the final contest judge is retired director of creative writing at Ohio Wesleyan University and the author of the novel Maggot, and short story collections: Naked to Naked Goes, and Loving Power. His book of poetry Reply to an Eviction Notice was recently published by Bottom Dog Press. He is a frequent reviewer for the Columbus Dispatch.
Strangers in America by Erika Meyers will be released this spring in the Working Lives Fiction Series by Bottom Dog Press. A series of readings and book signings is planned.
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Snow

--Emily Dickinson
- link to Snow poems and poetry
Saturday, January 9, 2010
So You're A Poet, eh?
I've often wondered what makes people call themselves a poet. Is it the ability to string along words that sound good together that allows one to use the title? Is it how others respond to what one has written or spoken? Every now and then I ask this of myself and usually come up with zilch. I'm just a poet...and I know it. But I'm sure there is more to it that validates my title. I'm a huge fan of Shakespeare (especially Sonnet 116) and I am no where close to his caliber of poetic-ness (I'm sure that's not really a word, but you know what I mean). However, just because I'm not as genius, does not mean I'm not worthy of being called a poet. Sure, I've read/heard poetry that wasn't to my liking or thought someone needed to reevaluate whether writing poetry was what they really could do. But who am I to tell them they aren't poets? Is there a defining moment where the 'writer' becomes the 'poet'? I guess I'm wondering because I haven't been to a poetry set in years, haven't published any of my pieces (beyond the occassional funeral program if requested), but still, I'm a poet. How easy is it to call yourself that? Help a sister out. What makes you a poet, beyond writing a poem (or two)?
News from Green Panda Press
While Sleeping is not a Young Adult title per se, it was written with young people in mind, and is what Nina Freedlander Gibans calls "a fascinating read for all ages".
You can find other comments by reviewers and readers here and can get the book at Mac's Backs anytime,
but especially on January 14th, a Thursday, y'all, when Akol and i will read and answer questions and generally have fun. Mac's Backs is at 1820 Coventry Rd. in Cleveland Heights. call 216-321-BOOK for details.
If you haven't already, buy a copy and read this book! Proceeds are going to help Akol get back to Sudan as part of a water project, getting wells and water where it is much-needed in Southern Sudan. It is $15, trade paperback. email Bree at greenpandapress@gmail.com
Friday, January 8, 2010
Theory: How To Eat a Poem

The Blackberries
On the typographic bushes of the poem down a road leading neither out of things nor to the mind, certain fruits are composed of an agglomeration of spheres plumped with a drop of ink.
Black, rose, and khaki together on the bunch, they are more like the sight of a rogue family at its different ages than a strong temptation to picking.
In view of the disproportion of seeds to pulp, birds don't think much of them, so little remains once from beak to anus they’ve been traversed.
-- Francis Ponge
When I think about all the effort I put into writing poems, being a poet, reading contemporary poetry, it just makes me sick. -- An Interview with Daniel Nester
"Luck is the ballgown of the accidental. And the accidental is God's disguise here in the world."(Tamás Jónás) |
A tribute to publisher/poet Jonathan Williams
The Poetics of Motherhood
25-title fiction longlist for this year’s Best Translated Book Award
When the winter comes, who will still believe in its cold?
Then through my aunt's yard I'll carry
a bowl holding the steaming
pig's heart over to the pot.
The snow before my steps
lost its whiteness long ago.
There, where the village ends, who does the winter stillness
meet with a precise thrust
and at the little red beech tree
in the rhythm of whose heart
does the peace then fill,
streaming, its vessel?
Orsolya Kalász
Ask a Poet - You Say You Want a Resolution
Metrophobia (otherwise known as the fear of poetry), an American pandemic more tenacious than Swine Flu, is finally on the wane. And not a moment too soon.
That was the time when words were like magic.
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word spoken by chance
Might have strange consequences.
It would suddenly come alive
And what people wanted to happen could happen
All you had to do was say it.
From: an Inuit poem in How to Eat A Poem
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest

Lix and Kix and The Last Wordsmith Book Shoppe will host Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest in the historic town of North East (near Erie), Pennsylvania, on Saturday 16 January 2010. The day will begin with an hour of open mic at 1 p.m., then continue from 2 to midnight with around 40 featured poets and musical artists. We'll try to sprinkle in more open mic throughout the day, as time permits. And come rain, shine, or blizzard, we'll be there!
Dianne Borsenik and John Burroughs will be the day's emcees. Featured poets and performers during Snoetry will include:
Lester Allen (upstate NY)
Gary Bond (Toledo, OH)
Dianne Borsenik (Cleveland, OH)
Kent Brown (Jamestown, NY)
John Burroughs (Elyria, OH)
Cold Heart Youth (Erie, PA)
Nabina Das (Ithaca, NY)
Aleathia Drehmer (upstate NY)
John Dorsey (Toledo, OH)
Christopher Franke (Cleveland, OH)
Steve Goldberg (Cleveland, OH)
T.M. Göttl (Brunswick, OH)
Sammy Greenspan (Cleveland Heights, OH)
Michael Grover (Toledo, OH)
JJ Haaz (10-string guitarist, northeast Ohio)
Clarissa Jakobsons (Aurora, OH)
Chuck Joy (Erie, PA)
tj jude (from NC, by way of MI)
Lady K (Cleveland, OH)
Berwyn Moore (Erie, PA)
Zachary Moll (Monroeville, OH)
Alex Nielsen (Toledo/Cleveland, OH)
Dan Provost (Worcester, MA)
Wendy Shaffer (Cleveland, OH)
Dan Smith (Cleveland, OH)
Steven B. Smith (Cleveland, OH)
Carolyn Srygley-Moore (upstate NY)
Vladimir Swirynsky (Cleveland, OH)
Cee Williams (Erie, PA)

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Death of small press publication, or a chance for resurrection?
I like paper. I like books. I'm a tactile person. I like to be able to hold a book, to turn the pages, to underline sentences. You can read a book anywhere, anytime. If the batteries run out, you can still read a book...because it doesn't run on batteries! Maybe I'm clinging to dinosaur sentimentalities, but I like being able to hold something that exists in the "real world", something that we might be losing touch with. So much of life right now takes place on a computer screen. It's where we conduct our relationships (i.e. FaceBook, MySpace, even this blog!), how we work, how we watch movies and television, how we attend classes, how we listen to music, how we receive our news--heck, you can even order dinner from your computer and have it show up at your door! There is very little that a person cannot do with an internet connection. I don't know that I want it to also be the place where I need to go to read my books.
Aside from that, there's the practicality and solidity of a book. You can loan a book to a friend, and unlike with the fiasco earlier this year when e-books bought for Kindles were being subsequently wiped, it's much harder for someone who sold you a book to then creep into your house and steal it back. And of course, with the internet, we've been told over and over again that publishing your work online leaves you infinitely more susceptible to plagiarism and theft of your intellectual property.
That being said, in case you haven't noticed, the internet is growing faster than any technology we've had to date and is solidly rooting itself in human life for the forseeable future. If you don't believe me, check out this video. So what does this mean for the small press industry and poetry publishing?
Poetry is already an artform with several strikes against it in terms of popularity and sustainability. Do we dare add one more by clinging to the small press format and shunning online publishing?
How much entertainment can be found (legally) for free on the internet right now? But small presses are still asking five, ten, twelve dollars, or even more for an issue of a print journal. I know that all writers would love to subscribe to as many journals as possible and support the organizations that support our work, but most can't afford to subscribe to dozens of quarterlies. So then we must ask what is more important? Getting money for our work from the handful who will pay for it? Or getting our work into the hands (or screens, as it may be) of eager readers?
Human beings are the most adaptable creatures on the planet. We have managed to survive in the hottest deserts, the coldest tundras, mountain regions, grassy plains, swamp lands, coastal regions. We can outlast hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanoes, wildfires, and anything else that Mother Nature throws our way. So why is it that we as writers--not the entire human population, but only a very specialized segment of it--are having such difficulty adapting to this brand new terrain and climate called the internet?
I don't think that this means that all print publications should surrender all to online publication. I'm sure the answer lies somewhere in the middle, somehow creating a mutual relationship between the online world and the print, such that each can feed and nourish the other. The music industry is working hard to adapt to a new environment spawned by the advent of Napster and the like. There is an equally viable solution somewhere out there that the poetry world could employ to its advantage. We just haven't engaged our creative forces in that direction yet.
If smaller, struggling literary journals take notice and act now, this could be the opportunity to resurge and reach widespread audiences that formerly wouldn't take notice of a tiny little poetry mag. Or, this could be the end of the small press. But one thing is for certain: hiding in a fortress of paper and ink, hoping that all the ones and zeros will go away if we wait long enough, is guaranteeing extinction.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Reading at Joseph-Beth...January 6th 7 pm

Larry Smith (fictional character) in his novel THE LONG RIVER HOME will read from the novel and from THE KANSHI POEMS OF TAIGU RYOKAN (translator with Mei Hui Liu Huang) at Joseph-Beth Books in Legacy Village Wed. Jan. 6th 7 pm. It's a break for Bottom Dog Press to be welcomed by Joseph-Beth, so try to attend if you can. It's a nice place in out of the cold and you may meet a fictional character.
Also, see these YouTube videos for each book. And Thanks....Larry
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0MVjQzayY4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91uF6syWmGU
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy Holidays from Clevelandpoetics the Blog
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Theory: In Which Skeletor Learns the True Meaning of Christmas

A William Burroughs Christmas
HO HO
BY ALLEN GINSBERG
Wear your red suit and your bootsAnd that repulsive white beard
With the hardened saliva of sick nights in countless tenements,
That same red suit you bought at Woolworth's
With the money you made
From the flesh of the elves.
From:
Poems That Were Considered and Rejected Before 'Twas the Night Before Christmas Was Established as "the Official American Christmas Poem."
True to its title, the new Romanian film “Police, Adjective” is a story of law enforcement with a special interest in grammar. Its climactic scene is not a chase or a shootout, but rather a tense, suspenseful session of dictionary reading.
Disturbing snowmen

Winter Night
The day cannot be fixed with hymns of light.
The shadows cannot raise Epiphany’s white covers.
On Earth, it’s winter, and the lanterns’ smoke
Is powerless to raise the fallen buildings.
Streetlight-buns and donut-roofs, and black
On white, the villa’s doorjamb in the snow.
This is a rich man’s home, and I am just a tutor.
I am alone; I’ve sent my pupil off to bed.
No one’s expected. But—the drapes shut tight,
The sidewalk and the porch are all in snowdrifts.
Oh, memory, stay calm! Grow into me! Believe,
And make me, too, believe, that you and I are one.
Again you talk of her? But that won’t worry me.
Who told her dates and times, who set her on my trail?
That blow’s the root of everything. As for the rest
I, by her grace, have no more business with it.
The sidewalk’s all in drifts. Amid the rivulets of snow
Black chunks of naked ice are frozen in, like bottles.
Streetlight-buns; just like an owl, the solitary smoke
Is perched, engulfed in feathers, on the chimney.

"Then the clocks go haywire. Sometimes a day is like nothing at all and then right on its heels comes a night that is like . . . a thousand days." from
"The cream in the instant coffee is always 'slightly sour' (100), the ice in
the whiskey melting (159), the lunch hour nearly over." Marjorie Perloff on Frank O'Hara • Lana Turnerfrom the Poetry Foundation Staff: The Best Poetry of the Year
Here, in order, are the best selling books of contemporary poetry published in 2009
Watch as Skeletor learns about the true meaning of Christmas...The He-Man and She-Ra Christmas Special

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