What’s your view of literature today?
Literature is dead, of course. It has been imprisoned by the universities, gutted and filleted by the Good Gray Ladies of Art, and walled off by the bottom line mentality of the publishing houses. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but all the great, quirky authors of the last century are either dead or dying. Marguerite Duras, Camilo Jose Cela, Robbe-Grillet have all passed recently. Has anyone risen to take their place? Is there another blind librarian in some South American town ready to continue the tradition of Jorge Luis Borges? Marquez survives, last
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I met Alan Michael Parker during the spring of 2010. A month or so afterward, we had the chance to put together an interview in which we discussed his work and his attempts to explore the “boundaries between what a reader knows and learns.”
Alan Michael Parker is the author of two novels, including Whale Man (WordFarm, 2011) and Cry Uncle, along with seven collections of poems, Days Like Prose, The Vandals, Love Song with Motor Vehicles, A Peal of Sonnets, Elephants & Butterflies, Ten Days (with painter Herb Jackson), and Long Division (forthcoming from Tupelo Press in 2012). He
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It is over to say hath or whilst gone and cannot return There is only time for certain humor Variously black or irony cloudless Which reserves hath and whilst Tied only as tongues Full plain I see Cannot speak vastness The insipidities are too great My hat has fallen willed otherwise And mourned less the magnitude of loss.
About the author:
Don Antenen lives in Philadelphia with the love of his life and two cats. He is the editor of Hey Small Press!, and his fiction has appeared in the Used Furniture Review and Weekday Journal.
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Listen to a reading of “The Argument is Odin, God of War & Poetry” by Dustin Luke Nelson.
In no other religion or mythology do the two intersect under a single deity’s domain, with the exception of monotheistic religions where the god is the god of all things.1 Hoarder of all our favorite intangibles. Does this give the poet a role as more than an honorary thinker. Does Odin value both war and poetry equally, and for that matter knowledge, of which it is also a god. Maybe it lists the hanged before poetry and knowledge, because the hanged
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This will be fun, Mom said and drank whiskey from a coffee mug in the front seat of our 1992 Ford Taurus. She has rules against drinking straight from the bottle. She tilted the mug until it was empty and dragged the back of her hands across her lips, cussed because she smeared her bride-of-Frankenstein makeup. She was supposed to be the bride of Frankenstein, I think, or she thought black spandex and mascara were costume enough. There will be other kids inside, she told me. While mom was trying to fix her makeup in the rearview mirror, I
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Listen to a reading of “Black tie” by Kelly Michael.
Reopen your mouth there were a lot of girls swooned by your tongue once
now they just spill drinks and cry because of what happened to you
when you decided no not tonight not in this city again
About the author:
Kelly Michael is a writer and he lives in Hamilton, Ontario. He was once an undergraduate sociology student at the University of Toronto and now he is not an undergraduate sociology student at the University of Toronto. He thinks knitting would be a useful skill to have.
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That was the year I hid behind a leafless maple tree watching some guy park his big-ass truck in the driveway of the house of the woman I loved, the year I drove myself to the E.R. because I thought I was having a heart attack. That was the year the recession got worse, the year I got laid off in March, the year Taylor Swift was voted number 57 in Maxim’s sexiest women alive issue. That was the year I flew to Colorado seeking detergent for the soul, the year I stood on Mt. Evans watching an orange sunrise,
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22 December 77 San Francisco
They’re flying me to Guam! Where’s Guam? Typhoid shot left arm. Tomorrow Marine Transport Lines will put me on a 9 p.m. Pan Am flight to the Pacific where I will board a tanker that will hop around the Far East.
25 December 77 Port of Guam
The other two seamen and I have been treated okay. Upon arriving, a driver met us at the airport and took us to this hotel, private rooms, bath, radio playing Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, the Beach Boys, a view of sea cliffs, coconut trees, and
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Of course, the if’s, the desperate imagining.
Now throat a lily pad, breath an oversize frog. No wonder night & day are such enemies, take as long as possible to relieve each other: the new shapes of everything, exhausting, resentful. Hours, taut, stretched, turning the mind to spandex or elastic or different stressed, breakable thing.
These are the knowable hardships. But of the others: dreams, at least, cannot be stopped. Alternate dooms. Alternate un-dooms. Alternates, dooming.
It is disgusting, one might reasonably think, the smallness one present past future.
They might also brood into their coffee cup after a long dark
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Bill thought of taking her picture as she stood on the shore of Sylvan Beach. Sarah had removed her sneakers and socks, rolled up her jeans, and stepped into the dark gray water. “It’s sooo fucking cold!” He was standing five yards away when he framed her in the viewfinder and focused. She looked down at the miniature waves breaking around her ankles just before he took the picture. “Why were you playing a role?” Bill asked. Sarah’s shoulders were covered with gooseflesh, “I guess in some stupid way I felt that if
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