In this life I wrote a long poem called “Family Album.” It’s composed of twenty-six short poems and the wunderkinds at Poor Claudia will publish the entire beast as a chapbook this fall. Read three excerpts from “Family Album” here, check out previous titles in the Dog Year series, and brace yourself for autumn, because thats when the woodlouses, mosquitoes, and earwigs come to roost.
Just found out that a photo of mine from the top of Perkins Memorial Drive is in the August/September issue of Orange Magazine.
You can find it in various markets, libraries, and dentist waiting rooms around Orange County. I’m most honored to have it in Ike Hall, West Point though.
In case you’re going to see your dentist or taking some books out of the library here’s a link to find out where the magazine is distributed around the county: www.orangemagazineny.com/wtg.htm
Eric Northman as Edward Snowden
Here is one of the new items in my Etsy. This photograph is 16x24” and has been applied securely to driftwood that measures 20x39”. Photo taken at the South Street Seaport.
You can visit my store @ etsy.com/shop/thesearchparty
This photograph was taken around 11pm in the winter with the East River and all its tugboats carrying on behind me as the lights of the city buildings glowed above the South Street Seaport in New York City.
It is not uncommon to wake up in the summer to a Chinook hovering over the house, landing practically in the backyard.
When the helicopters are that close they create a small local earthquake. The dogs don’t understand what they bark at.
Automatic gunfire* rattles through the forest. Canons explode. Horses lift their heads in the paddocks on the farm before returning to graze as camouflage humvees whip by.
Dozens of cadets lay on the forest floor next to the house with their weapons ready.
At any point during the night I can walk into the woods and expect to hear the decisive yet quiet commands of a team of cadets planning their next move. When their targets are close.
In the summer the forest has hundreds of voices.
At night the gunfire** echoes louder, sometimes closer.
Smoke rises from the mountains in the morning.
*The West Point cadets train for war in the forest around my home using Multiple Integrated Laser Engagement System or MILES gear. Although no real bullets are used, the sounds and smells of guns, smoke, and marching sweat still stick to the wind. MILES gear is essentially a glorified laser tag. The MILES is mounted onto the weapons, vehicles, helicopters, etc. When a soldier is “hit” a loud sound will ring out through the forest, typically signaling a “fatality.”
** I’m not sure if MILES gear is still being used or not - as this summer I don’t hear many fatalities ringing through the woods. However, the gunfire doesn’t sound (or reverberate through my walls) any less real.
As police look toward a future where face and iris recognition lets them profile anyone walking down the street, two South Korean artists are using it for something less sinister, though still a bit spooky. Shin Seung Back and Kim Yong Hun’s new project, called Portrait, calculates the mathematical average of every face found in Hollywood movies like The Matrix, Black Swan, and Avatar, resulting in a ghostly visage that sometimes seems reminiscent of the film’s character.
According to Facebook, between the years of 1989 and 2003 I did not exist.
Thursday, August 8, at 7PM, we’ve got Amy King, Ben Kopel, Wendy Xu, and Claire Donato reading poems at Suburbia.
Have you read parts one and two of Amy’s essay on Conceptual poetry and capitalism? Have you read Ben’s new poem, “Lotus Eater Sutra"?What about three new cuts from Wendy in Pinwheel? You mean you want to buy another copy of Claire’s first book, Burial?
I stay discovering exciting poets with excited thoughts through Danniel’s posts. You should explore his work and the work of his friends.
Lotus Eater Sutra by Ben Kopel is one of my new favorites.