The views on life, poetry, and anything else that occurs to Stephen Morse.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Choose today. Is it something to hold, or simply scan in the barbershop


This offer expires when I do. You can get a pdf cheap download___The Boone Farm Apple Wine edition___

Or the Classsic Crow print version/ with bookplate.


The Dark Spots are Crows

The Dark Spots are CrowsThe Dark Spots are Crows (book)

Print: $7.95 (8X11.5) full colored cardstock covers. Black and white interiors.

First Edition/Saddle Stitched in the classic style of the independent small presses. It is not intended to blend comfortably with coffee table publications. It is to pretty, what blood is to marinara sauce. The colors are there, vibrant, and real in a way that would have made Dali nervous. The surrealists softened the illusions of time and and knife blade hands of the analog scalpels of dark and light.

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Crows dominate these poems. They are living metaphors, spirits, The totems, place holders of a kind of death, spirit guides of disaster, or just plain carrion eating birds that remind our rational selves that our eyes can be plucked out and eaten with a joyful tenderness.. All of it's there in these poems written mostly in 2007 as an exploration of neutral gourmands.

Oh Death where art thou sting

from thy sinew we dance and swing

eye balls eye balls

marco polo.

Order it today and I'll send you a bookplate, complete with poem and signature. Imagine how sensually the nearness of death completes the package


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Lucille Lang Day

The Curvature of Blue - Lucille Lang Day
Body: The Curvature of Blue - Lucille Lang Day
Cervena Barva Press
PO Box 440357
West Somerville, MA 02144-3222
Bookstore: http://www.thelostbookshelf.com
ISBN: 978-0-692-00181-3
$15.
00

Lucile sent us a copy of this book. A couple of the poems had been previously printed in Juice online. We would gladly have published all of them. A wonderful mix of real craft and open eyes. The romantic political physicist poet that develops over time if a poet seeks beyond their own genitalia.


She has a knack for capturing the complexity of the American now.
I love the final stanza of a poem called Pandora in Berkeley:

"The radio says stocks are falling,
a high school student was shot
after taking his principal hostage,
and traffic is indefinitely delayed
on all East Bay freeways.
I'm already
late for work.
I have no time
to fiddle with this box.
"

She's not afraid to imagine a reader who knows the story of Pandora and her box. Her work is like that. It is a world seen through the eyes of someone who is alive and not afraid to build on what she has read and experienced. If you want to get to know her, you can write her. She is alive and well.




http://juice-press.com/poetry/links/lucylangbio.html

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Golden Shadow Poets

Another old but alive poet worth reading and knowing.


- Not Quite Feral




- Walking Slow


- Chopin

Raindog Armstrong

was born Stephen Armstrong in Lafayette, Indiana on Ground Hog's
Day in 1951. He came west to California soon afterwards, where he continues
to live (except for a brief stint in Texas).



Raised in a middle class family with all the expectations of college, wife
and children, home and career, he came of age during the tumultuous 60s
and never quite recovered.



He was politically active during high school, working for the United

Farm Workers union, as well as participating in numerous anti-war activities.
He was classified as a Conscientious Objector, but was never drafted.
None of this sat well with his parents. Left to his own devices; he left home
at eighteen and drifted away from his family and friends, never entering
college or doing any of the things that were expected of him.



In 1971, after the Sylmar earthquake, he moved to Berkeley, California
with his girlfriend and lived there in the chaos of the times for almost
two years. He then, came back to Los Angeles and has continued to explore
the beach communities from Venice Beach to Long Beach ever since.



Being somewhat rough around the edges, RD has held a variety of jobs over
the years, including Handy Man, Painter, Night-Manager at a Coffee House,
Dishwasher, Janitor, Teacher's aid, and Lay Counselor.



He began writing poetry in high school, where he also began keeping a journal.
He wrote poetry sporadically through the late sixties and into the nineties,
when he finally 'found his voice' and began to seriously pursue the craft.
He kept the journals going and still jots down thoughts and pet-peeves
to this day.



In 1993, just prior to the death of Charles Bukowski (a life-long inspiration
for him), Raindog began to write in earnest. It was as if someone had opened
a tap. Around this time he began to submit his work to magazines,
the "littles" as Bukowski had dubbed them, and he became aware of the
blossoming poetry scene in and around Los Angeles.
It was reminiscent of the pre-1968 hip scene, full of hope and creativity.



Soon, he would discover the world of the small press and claim it as
his own.

Because of his disconnect with the "real" world, Raindog (as he became known
in the mid-nineties whilst living in San Pedro, California…it's a Tom Waits

reference, another inspiration to RD), became adept as a Do It Yourselfer.
Since he had no formal education, he made it up as he went along. This kept
him out of trouble, mostly, but it also made him open to finding creative
solutions to the problems that would crop up. For this reason, he has not had
an extensive amount of his work published by others, except in magazines and
ezines. He self-publishes his work because he can control the outcome.



Of his 15 or so chapbooks, only two, RoadKill (12 Gauge Press, 2002)
and Pedro Blue (Vinegar Hill Press, 1996) were published by someone else
(in both cases the results were less than satisfactory).



In late 1995, after an involvement with an ill-planned poetry festival,
Raindog began publishing the Lummox Journal on a monthly basis. He also
began publishing a poetry chapbook series called the Little Red Books
(LRB for short). The Lummox Journal lasted for eleven years. He's still
publishing the LRB series, as well as an on-line poetry zine called
Dufus. In addition he has also published The Wren Notebook by Rick
Smith (2000), Last Call: The Legacy of Charles Bukowski (2004, a 41
contributor anthology which was voted Best Poetry Anthology of 2005 by
Muses Review), The San Pedro Poems by RD Armstrong (2002), The Manx
Tales, micro-fiction, by RD Armstrong (1999), GRIT, the Journal of
Abrasive Literature edited by RD Armstrong (2000) and POPE LINKED TO
SATANIC COMMIES - a pamphlet - by Raindog (1995).



He has been published in nearly 100 magazines and anthologies
including Drinking With Bukowski (Thunder's Mouth Press, 2000);
Poesy Magazine (several different issues);
An Eye for an Eye - poets on 9-11 (Regent Press, 2002); ArtLife Vol.
20 #1 & #3 (2000) and The Louisiana Review (2001). His work has also
been published on-line at various websites including Abalone Moon;

The Ragged Edge; Sacramento Poetry Art and Music; Thunder Sandwich;
St. Vitus Dance; Yoni (Australia); The 365 Project; Big City Lit;
Poetic Diversity; Juice online, and The Hold.

Walking Slow



RD(
Raindog) Armstrong












It’s as if my fate is


Catching up with me


As if my shuffling


Along life’s dusty hallways


Could bring me


Back to those turnoffs


I have missed





I see a child’s face


And I wonder how I


Managed to miss


That offramp





I see a friend who is


Already a grandma and


Still younger than I


And I think:





Christ


I lived through the fucking


Free love


Disco fever


Safe sex


Days





And I miraculously


Dodged the bullet


Every time


Yet many of my friends


Did not


But taking one for the team


Or whatever the theme-du-jour


Of the day was


I’m the one who lives on


Without a family


Who is the best known


Loner in town


The one who now


Must walk slow





As if walking slow


Would let all my bad


Decisions catch up with me


And let me make the better


Choices this time around





So I could have a happier life





And not be such a drain


On the world and my fellow


Creatures





I’m walking slow


As if there’s any


Real choice








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