PageBoy in the Library / Elevator Music IV

     PageBoy is now cataloged in the library at The Evergreen State College, where, due to the special non-biodegradable fibers I had the printer impress into the cover stock, it will remain for the next 5,000 years or until 2012 when the Mayan calendar ends, whichever comes first. Until one of those things occurs, here is some more elevator music:

from Toward A Poetics

that fire hydrant hasn't moved in months
I've been watching it
waiting for it, resisting it

for in resolve endures
happy yellow deistic rain
and nut trees

I'm trying to say something here
     that I love you
as Groucho Marx loved
all oblong and obfuscated
awkwardly truncated of a leg-like evening
and then
             suddenly
with resolve
     I love you! can't you see that I love you!
clear as a moustache
gushing forth in platitudes
and fine hyperbole, irreverent cliche

I want to give you
     all the things
I'm not supposed to give

morning summers and hands
beach shaped boxes and hearts

I want to lay a head cheese in your lap
and put my tongue in it
my feet, my hog
all of my boiled parts and jelly

Some Photos from PageBoy Reading!

Thomas Walton and photo-documentarian Justin Hamacher affecting the comedy/tragedy schism (marriage?)

MCE backstage (that is a full size guitar!)

Some of the dharma.

Thomas Walton, Jesse Morse, and Ryan Newton in utero.

There was a streaker.

Reading Reminder! OMGI4G

     PageBoy reading tonight at The Waypost, 3120 N Williams Ave, Por Or. Jesse Morse, Ryan Newton, Thomas Walton, Ethan Morse, etc. et al. ibid. i.e.
     
   

Acrostic / Elevator Music III

     Don often needs this: four ogling residents getting everything testy.
     Perhaps Anne gets enemas, but only yearly. Rarely even at dinner, if nobody guesses.
     1/28/10 7pm @
     Terrible horrible Ethan wearing all yellow, pushing over Sarah's trashcans.

       Language is never in a state of rest, it's Bill dripping. We'll wake one day, inevitably, to wish we'd been awake.

PageBoy Reading!!!

     PageBoy, in collaboration with the Smorg Reading Series, will be holding a reading to launch/celebrate its inaugural issue at 7pm on Jan.28 at The Waypost in Portland OR. Readers will include Ryan Newton, Jesse Morse and Thomas Walton. Ethan Morse will be playing ukulele wearing a thong and several black cockatoos...surprise!
     Please visit www.thewaypost.com for more details. They have beer.

Two Bowls of Porridge

     Here are some thoughts on poetics my four year old daughter and I were discussing the other day. I took these notes:

     So much of poetry today seems like young adult fiction, meant for a readership who can’t sit still for more than five minutes, and certainly not if they are confused. This is my favorite kind of poetry.

     Listening to the story, I exercise my will to believe. Looking at the painting, I make a story of it, and find it beautiful. Waking in the morning, I find her fresh, new, and choose to be in love with her. We may be the happiest or the most miserable people in the world, it is up to us to a large degree. A broad black butterfly is white with this.

     There is, of course, inherent meaning in every work of art. The most abstract painting still says at least “white paint,” or “orange line,” “shape,” or “I am an abstract painting painted by someone who chose to put this here, that there, etc.” At some point in the painting’s narrative we pick up the meaning and run with it, and may take it wherever we want. There is no one to say whether we are right or not, whether our reading is the correct one. There is no correct reading of any painting or any poem. An artist who implies that there is, is making porridge rather than art, and should stay out of it besides.

     I will not print any porridge in any issue of PageBoy.

     Poisoning by spraying of DDT for Dutch elm disease in the 1950s was instrumental in generating concern over the potential for a “Silent Spring.” The concern was this: that the DDT-coated elm leaves would be processed by earthworms, which would then be eaten by robins. The robins would die and no song would fill suburban mornings or either evening cul-de-sacs. This is the joy of art and poetry and living.

     Real art has the capacity to make us nervous. I do not propose any attempt to “figure out” a painting, or a marriage, but to sit before it, to let it speak all the things it seems to speak and might be speaking. To allow these possibilities to also be the painting. Obfuscation can be a rich porridge indeed.

     I will print only porridge in every issue of PageBoy.

     Misunderstanding is one means of understanding a work of art. To allow for misunderstandings is a device as valid and as useful as metaphor or meter.

     The question to me seems to be this: Is misery real, or is it narrative poetry that makes us miserable? That dresses us in sweatpants and sits us in front of our televisions. That takes us to the mall on Sundays, and to Applebee’s after. Don’t tell me who I am or who you are either I really don’t care unless of course you are unknowable or at least seem unknowable then yes I would love to have sex with you later on if the weather’s nice. It is why I see when I look out at it.

     Of course, no marriage lasts forever happily along. Even a block of wood gets bored, and a lightpost will die if you let it. This is why we have museums.

     PageBoy is more a mausoleum or a geranium, yum.

     The organ that birds use to produce vocalizations (songs and calls) is very different in location and structure from that of a poet. The vocal organ of birds is a unique bony structure called a syrinx, which lies at the lower end of the trachea, is surrounded by an air sac, and may be deep in the breast cavity. The vocal organ of a poet, in contrast, is a linear structure called a syntax, which may take any shape at all depending on mood or temperament, and is most often surrounded by a wine sac. Like a songbird, the poet’s organ may be deep in the breast cavity, but also may be found in other locales, so long as it is deep.

     You don’t become the world’s casual dining leader by serving up tampon spondee or blonde fondue. Her wings are a different matter.

     The initial step is a gesture, a word if you will but usually, for me, a phrase. If you need the world to be put together for you, then you most probably don’t belong in the world. The world is a series of fragments, each as important as the other. Peach as important as a feather. Of course I’m wrong about this, you can’t fly with an arm stabbed by peaches.

     Everything rhymes with everything, it’s only the other things that don’t.

     Finally, Mary Oliver writes in A Poetry Handbook, “A reader beginning a poem is like someone stepping into a rowboat with a stranger at the oars; the first few draws on the long oars through the deep water tell a lot – is one safe, or is one apt to be soon drowned? A poem is that real a journey. Its felt, reliable rhythms can invite, or can dissuade. A meaningful rhythm will invite. A meaningless rhythm will dissuade.”

     Here’s to drowning in suede!

PB N PDX & OLY WA

     PageBoy Magazine can now be found in Olympia WA at Orca Books AND Last Word Books (both on 4th Ave.) and in Portland at Powell's Books on Hawthorne, ...(information error 78291938: we regret to inform you that www.pageboymagazine.blogspot.com is currently under repair. this blogpost will be updated as soon as we can render the reindeer readier, as of 5:04 p.m. it is not ready enough. Thanks for your patience in this regard. I.T.)

PageBoy in Portland / Elevator Music II

     PageBoy arrives in Portland today. You can find it at... I'll let you know tomorrow. In the meantime, here's more elevator music:

there's little that occurs in a night
that will render our next days obsolete
though we wish it
and cling to the hope that
this time
this night
this place
will be different
so postponing the proverbial Monday morning
we look beyond in the frontispiece of our skulls

of course, there are glimpses
whispers
and even real successes along the way
but these only work to perpetuate the myth
we are liars if we believe them
cowards if we don't

this, then, is for you:
a bucket, a rope, a well
a hill and hawthorn trees
beyond them a field of fireweed
sloping down in the orange evening light
to a small sandstone village
roofed with red tile made more red
by dusk and bats and laughter
which we can hear now, and join in
if you want, and disappear forever

Bisque Moules with Gertrude Stein

     Here is a lovely quote from Lyn Hejinian's essay "Two Stein Talks" as printed in The Language of Inquiry:
     "...perhaps it was the discovery that language is an order of reality itself and not a mere mediating medium - that it is possible and even likely that one can have a confrontation with a phrase that is as significant as a confrontation with a tree, chair, cone, dog, bishop, piano, vineyard, door, or penny - that replaced her [Gertrude Stein's] commitment to a medical career with a commitment to a literary career."
     It's interesting to imagine the phrase with which she might have had that confrontation: from the waiter at Chez Max: "more creme broulee Ms. Stein?"; or Hemingway arriving early with sparring gloves: "how about a few rounds with old Papa!"; or maybe Alice: "have you tried the bisque moules at Miss Kitty's Parlour... Oh!"
     It's the penny that's most beautiful in the quote above, and most confrontational.

Addendum Oversightus

     The following poem, "Helianthus Annus," was misprinted in PageBoy I 09. Please read it in its entirety below. Our apologies to its author, Joe Balay.

Helianthus Annus


Do you see that sunflower
Looking in the bedroom window?
It stares in my room all day.
I feel uncomfortable undressing,
Drinking a glass of water,
My god, my husband
Has seen less of me.


Do you see that sunflower?
It has been looking in
As long as I can remember.
Although I cannot remember
When it first looked in,
Certainly before I lived here,
Before August, and the children,
Before the advent of other flowers.


Do you see that sunflower at the window?
In the summer it was as yellow as god.
In the winter it was numb as a limb.
I asked someone to prune it,
And it grew taller.


When nobody is home
It has seen the cracks open in the wall,
The carpet grow like grass,
It has seen the light coruscate
On braziers,
Fevers,
And lovemaking,
It has seen one perfect ghost appear
And then, rethinking, disappear.


Do you see that sunflower,
Planted outside my window,
Stuck in the ground like a flag,
Like a first attempt
To take stock of this world,
This room,
The man and woman who live here,
Light separating from shadow,
As if it could,
As if it were meant to?

In Stores Now! / Elevator Music I

     So if you REALLY don't want to buy direct from we here at PageBoy and would feel more comfortable perusing first, purchasing second, I suppose we understand. The list of stores carrying PageBoy is growing daily. Here's what we have so far: in Seattle you can get your PageBoy at University Bookstore, Revenna Third Place Books, Broadway News, Elliot Bay Bookstore, and Bulldog News; in Olympia WA you can find PageBoy at Orca Books.
     PageBoy is coming soon to Boulder CO, Portland OR, and SFCA... Don't step in it!
     In the meantime, consider this a bit of elevator music (in the 'Satiesian' sense):

The Hordes Swarm

around the vacillating mobiles
Alexander Calder, now dead
once hung, now hung
in the coruscant light
of their own making

here, on the fourth floor
on huge turn buckles
on display onerously suspended

we'll make it here this time
with help from these spinning constellations
to some otherworld, far above
the traffic lights and tourists

I love the traffic lights and tourists
love the pressure of cities
their hardness and ability
to reflect themselves again and again
in taxis, rain and leather
to overwhelm with noise
and to hide little oases like this:

                                           a
single
        mobile gently swaying
                         above an
   awed field of murmers
           the residual beauty of
 a man gone
                  whose hands still
                               somehow
       can be seen
  tying wire
                    and
                         bending steel

PageBoy Issue I 09 out now!!!

     Just gathered PageBoy I 09 from the printer. It looks great! An interview with and reproductions of paintings by Louisville artist Douglas Miller, translation of Hernan Zavala's Hunting Iguanas, and poetry by Erik Anderson, Joe Balay, Richard Froude, Jesse Morse, Ryan Newton, and Will Skinker.
     Also: NUDE PHOTOS of BRAD PITT, GAEL GARCIA BERNAL, SARAH PALIN, WOODY ALLEN and SOME LADY I MET ON THE BUS THE OTHER DAY!!!
     To order copies please write to pageboymagazine@hotmail.com.

Proven

     Yes now there's proof that indeed, we've been working on a magazine for the last couple years. I received the proof today and it looks great (except for the table of contents being off by a few pages...).
     PageBoy will be out as soon as the printers print, that's what they do.
     If you want to purchase advanced copies email me at the address on this site. Beginning in January PageBoy will be available in book/magazine shops and libraries in Seattle, Portland, SF/LA CA, Happy Valley PA(?), Denver/Boulder CO(?), etc.*


* '?' = you know who you are.

PageBoy Issue I 09 Contents

Here's a list of authors/artists in the inaugural issue of PageBoy Magazine:

Richard Froude was born in London and raised in the Westcountry. He has lived in the US since 2002, currently in Denver, Colorado. Most recently, he is the author of The History of Zero (2008). Other writing can be found in various print and web journals including Word for Word, The Diagram and Tarpaulin Sky.

Ryan Newton is thrilled to be published in Page Boy. He lives in Portland OR and likes chocolate glazed. 

Joe Balay currently resides in Pennsylvania where he is pursuing a PhD in Philosophy at Penn State University. He has published poems and fiction in several anthologies.

J. Alejandro Carrillo Etienne was born in Xalapa, Mexico and studied biology in secondary school. He lived in Seattle from 2003-2009. He is currently in Guadalajara pursuing a Masters in Translation and Interpreting. His interests are: literature, history and plants.

Erik Anderson’s work has appeared in The Recluse, Fou, Sleeping Fish, Trickhouse, Dear Camera, The Collagist, and others. He lives in Colorado, shops infrequently, and co-edits the mail-art magazine Thuggery & Grace.

Jesse Morse lives alone in Portland OR and runs the Smorg reading series there. More of these sonnets have appeared online at Hobart, in print at Peaches and Bats and Vanitas. Contact him at poetmorse@yahoo.com

Will Skinker lives in San Francisco and listens to metal through headphones. His small book Mascara was recently published by Auguste Press.

Douglas Miller lives and works in Louisville KY. You can find his work at douglasmillerart.blogspot.com

Thomas Walton edits PageBoy Magazine.  

PageBoy Issue I 09 Goes To Print

     Yes, it's true. Nearly two years after the initial call to arms we've finally gone to print... again. After sending the finished copy to the first printer they decided to raise the price $250. No thanks. So here we go again. If all works out PageBoy will be in your hands before the year ends (fingers crossed). I'll post here as well as let everyone on the mailing list know when it does, in fact arrive. If you want to join the mailing list, send an email saying "put me on the mailing list" to pageboymagazine@hotmail.com.

     Found a copy of Diane di Prima's very 1960's book Memoirs of a Beatnik recently for a dollar. It's a quiet little pornographic masterpiece. Find it. 

Submission Guidelines

Guidelines for PageBoy Magazine are as follow:

Creative Work

PageBoy accepts all genres of creative work so long as it does, indeed, work. Please limit to a sensible length, given the nature of a small magazine. We will print works up to ten pages so long as they merit the space - even longer if they simply demand the space. Buying a copy is of course the best way to familiarize yourself with the magazine and its tendencies (!).

Critical Work

PageBoy is also seeking essays on subjects relative to contemporary work and workers (writers/artists). Send essays or queries for subjects. Essays should be no longer than ten double-spaced pages.

Visual 

We do publish one visual artist per issue. All visual art should be sent as a jpeg attachment. Each feature artist gets the cover, a 4-8 page color spread in the magazine, and an in-depth interview.

Other

All work should be sent as a word.doc or docx attachment to pageboymagazine@hotmail.com. Please include the poem/essay's title and the word "submit" in the subject heading. PageBoy will respond as soon as possible 1-6 months to your work. NO SIMULTANEOUS SUBMISSIONS please.

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