"my thoughts grow mouths and swallow each other"

My dearest Laura Straub's Field Guide to Blake Butler, one of my favorite fiction ppl.

Why didn't anyone tell me about Jim Nutt?

Cool argument for Poetry getting more of the Painting treatment. 

But mostly what I envy painters for is art galleries. Just walking into an art gallery gives me a feeling of uplift. I love libraries too, but the feeling in a library is that you will paw around ferretting out information, whereas in a gallery the feeling is that enlightenment will come to you. You don’t have to know anything when you get there. You just check your coat, mash the clip-on tag to your collar, and trust that whatever you need to know will be explained as you go along.

This is why I propose that the best way to make contemporary poetry accessible to a wider public would be to put it in museums. To trot out an old saw: “Ut pictura poesis,” Horace wrote in the first century BC. “As is painting so is poetry.” This idea has been bandied about so much that scholars refer to it as u.p.p., and the question of whether poetry and painting do or should resemble each other has preoccupied artists from Titian to Wallace Stevens. These discussions, however, have primarily focused on artistic practice. What I mean isn’t that poetry should have more visual elements or become more abstract or more representational or otherwise do what visual art does. What I mean is that I think people would like poetry better if there were somewhere they could go to look at it that had high ceilings and good lighting and curatorial text to explain things about the poems that might not be obvious.

Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.

Big thx to Scott at Split Lip for talking to me about poetry and my silly efforts. Also, big high-five to David Tomaloff for saying the best thing ever about me: "When I think about T-Gob and his work, I imagine an America remixed by deejay saints in tank tops; I imagine trees growing ice cream that melts under the Midwest summer sun, dripping and forming text on the shells of silverback turtle-puppies, who then carry it off to his editors—and then that, my friends, is how cookies are made."

Christopher Newgent, one of the cool dudes and a stellar writer and a bourbon guy, writes a bourbon column for Hobart, bringing together these three awesome attributes. His newest post is total WOW.

Hellyeah to Vonnegut letters. 

This looks like a really interesting book about atheists/religious people relations. Check this excerpt.

Major woot-woot for my pals Mark Neely and Ashley Ford for their Pushcart nominations from Pank.

Maurice Manning on Conservatism

The poetry world lost a real deal in Jack Gilbert this week.

Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
by Jack Gilbert
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her. The summer mornings begin inch by inch while we sleep, and walk with us later as long-legged beauty through the dirty streets. It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is the singing. We know the horses are there in the dark meadow because we can smell them, can hear them breathing. Our spirit persists like a man struggling through the frozen valley who suddenly smells flowers and realizes the snow is melting out of sight on top of the mountain, knows that spring has begun. Fire When Ready were one of the best bands no one has ever heard of.

Another link round-up so I don't forget about the goodness I've encountered this week.

My pal Austin Fleming and I have been translating poems into English by the French poet Lili Chamenade. Here is the first one "I Swear!" up at new world poetry.

A new monkey species has been discovered and it's pretty wicked looking.

After reading this article at Wired about Foxconn, the place that makes Apple products, and after re-reading it once I bought my first iPhone a year ago (not to mention a failed attempt at writing poems the plant/situation), I'm really intrigued by this new situation, 2000 workers going on a rampage, forcing the plant to shut down. 

Chris Johnson has been putting this stellar book about what gives atheists meaning and joy in life. Here is one part about "the poetry of the universe:"



Shaun Gannon--cool writer, rad pal, wacky guy--wrote this two-part story + addendum. Love Symbol Press gives it to you here!

Big Link Dump

Yep yep, so I remember some of the major goodness I've found recently. Maybe you, stumbler, will find something neat too.

Last issue of kill author:(

A very fun massive, agricultural tribute to Usain Bolt 

Dig these new Banksy pieces quite a lot yup yup 

Haha at this 6 y.o. judging books by their covers

This artist did drugs then painted self-portraits. 

Absolutely beautiful letter from atheist mother to her kid. 

 "We’re atheists by a lot of thinking, reasoning and choosing and we will be your parents with as much deliberateness and thought."