From Rich Owens’ Punch Press:
FRANCES KRUK | DOWN YOU GO, OR, NÉGATION de BRUIT (APRÈS DANIELLE COLLOBERT)
“The most pathetic poem is small people on fire”
Frontis piece constructed by gustave morin.
Two color silk screen on construction grade brown packing paper wrapped around black bristol cover. Interior printed on Mohawk Superfine. Set in Bodoni and Gill Sans. Hand stitched.
$5.00 US | $8.00 outside the US
&& THE EDITORS of Q.V. are pleased to announce the publication of issue # 1 of:
Containing poems by
all bound in blue card, nine and a half by seven and three-quarter inches, printed, hand-stamped and humanly sewn in Cambridge, UK in an edition of 150 copies: it looks to promote the publication and discussion of female poetry.
To buy issue # 1 or to give a donation visit www.thepapernautilus.co.uk
THE PAPER NAUTILUS is edited by Laura Kilbride and Rosa Van-Hensbergen
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*ABOUT THE POETS:*
~ Alice Notley has published over thirty books of poetry, including (most recently) Culture of One, Reason and Other Women, and Grave of Light, New and Selected Poems 1970-2005. With her sons, Anselm and Edmund Berrigan, Notley edited The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan, as well as The Selected Poems of Ted Berrigan. She is also the author of a book of essays on poets and poetry, Coming After. Notley has received many prizes and awards including the Academy of American Poets’ Lenore Marshall Prize, the Poetry Society of America’s Shelley Award, the Griffin Prize, two NEA Grants, and the Los Angeles Times Book Award for Poetry. Often considered an important figure in the New York School, Notley lives and writes in Paris, France.
*NAT RAHA ~
*Nat Raha lives in London. Her first collection Octet was published by Veer at the end of 2010. Work has also recently appeared on “Intercapillary/Space”, in Fire, Veer About, and is included in the forthcoming Better than Language: An Anthology of New Modernist Poetries (Ganzfeld 2011). She helps out with ninerrors press and is a postgraduate student at the University of Sussex.
Nat’s blog: http://sociopatheticsemaphores.blogspot.com
Nat’s flickr page:
~ Posie Rider is so-o-o close to finishing her first psychosis memoir that she’s just going to say it’s finished: A Year off the Ward (2011) is a cross between The Bell Jar & Novel on Yellow Paper & Bridget Jones. Will be published by top publisher very soon & make fortunes of all involved. This chapbook will be priceless. Her poetry – neo-nature, clitolyric, gushing romantix, urban beats – has been lauded by most & can be found in tristunundisolde (arthur shilling press 2010), across the internet (go there, follow the blue link), in infinite journals, and right here. Most days she is restless – her hands are stained with wine & ink & blood. She lives in North London with her cat Emmeline Pankhurst – she makes an excellent lemon drizzle cake – and she & likes to think of herself as writer in residence, even if it is only in her own bed.
Poem by Posie Rider from issue # 1:
Oh dear oh dear oh dear
Oh dear oh dear oh dear
I see she is made of cut glass
and you are her apothecary
there are carts scheduled to
tip me out heart first at 5, 5.15, 5.45, 5.58
and at the same minutes
past each hour thereafter
anthropology quakes at her
as yet undiscovered native virtues
she is democracy’s undoing
she is the determined swing voter
who forbids us all
to hope for better lovers
this most fragile angel
this mesmeric punch, this cyphon,
this bitch in the ballot who with her box
still lights our fucked-up ballet
&& recent from Alec Noone’s Whirlpool Press:
“words from stuff, stuff from words, stuff lying about, stuff on TV etc.”
Contact: taking only what you need, go into the hotmail.co.uk mountains and seek a hare named whirlpoolpress.
The apple of a baby, back against the ball, a doll and a teddy bear. Put to bed, ring that bell, watch a bird fly away. it is a birthday, there is a boat in a box for the boy, who shares his bread with his brother and then the cake. Off in the car to get cat fixed, in a babychair. Chicken children, Christmas is coming. Light blue cornflowers beside the cow. Later, dog brings a doll to the door, a duck egg in each eye.