Archive for October 2012
Takahiro Kurashima | Poemotion | Lars Müller | 2012
Craig Dworkin, Simon Morris and Nick Thurston | Do or DIY | Information as Material | 2012
René Daumal, trans. Thomas Vosteen | Pataphysical Essays | Wakefield | 2012
Mieke Gerritzen et al., eds. | I Read Where I Am: Exploring New Information Cultures | Graphic Design Museum (Amsterdam) | 2011
Julieta Aranda, Anton Vidokle and Brian Kuan Wood | Are You Working Too Much? Post-Fordism, Precarity and the Labor of Art | Sternberg | 2011
Richard Kostelanetz, ed. | Essaying Essays: Alternative Forms of Composition | Out of London (1975) | AC Institute | 2012
Natalie Czech | Je n’ai rien à dire. Seulement à montrer. Ich hab nichts zu sagen. Nur zu zeigen. I Have Nothing to Say. Only to Show. | Spector | 2012
Jen Bervin and Marta Werner | The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems | Granary | 2012
Various Eds. | [Selected Print Journals:] Fillip, Petunia, CLOG, ment, Bulletins of the Serving Library | Various Publishers | Ongoing
Paul Stephens’ recent critical essays have appeared in Social Text, Arizona Quarterly, Postmodern Culture, Digital Humanities Quarterly and Paideuma; he has articles forthcoming in Twentieth-Century Literature and Contemporary Literature. He is co-editor of the journal Convolution, and has just completed a book manuscript titled “The Poetics of Information Overload: From Gertrude Stein to Conceptual Writing.” He teaches in the English department at Columbia University.
Chris Goode, ed. | Better than Language: An Anthology of New Modernist Poetries | Ganzfield | 2011
Chris Goode’s excellent overview of what must be now at the least 4th (?) generation ‘Cambridge’ school (actually largely, if anywhere, Sussex-based). As ever with these things, one can quibble about exclusions and excisions—Amy De’Ath, Marianne Morris and Luke Roberts all come to mind immediately—but this is still a thrilling, cogent assemblage anyone interested in ‘what next?’ should read. Makes me feel old (in a good way).
Benjamin Friedlander | One Hundred Etudes | Edge | 2012
The most purely pleasurable reading experience I’ve had all year, this goes down so easily it’s easy at first to miss the sharp edges—‘a / Game of cat / And mouse played / By a cat // And mouse isn’t / A game’—but they do come back unbidden. Nice contrast with Friedlander’s other recent book, Citizen Cain (Salt, 2011): that was all flarf-y fun, freewheeling and mad-jabbing; this is all tooled, precise, laboured-over, incisive.
John Kinsella | Jam Tree Gully: Poems | Norton | 2011
Of the two fine poetry collections Kinsella put out over the last year (Armour—Picador, 2011—is the other), this one probably has the edge: a set of journal-like fever-dreams in which Kinsella and family ‘circle the wagons’ in face of imminent-seeming social and ecological collapse. Even in Thoreau-like retreat–alternately wistful, resigned, enraged–Kinsella never stops looking, looking, looking: his curiosity alone could power the grid.
Lyn Hejinian | The Book of a Thousand Eyes | Omnidawn | 2012
I’m still mid-stream with this long-gestating and comprehensive dream-book, but it already feels like a boon companion. Is there another poet out there today as consistently, thought-provokingly thoughtful as Hejinian? (I do wish she’d kept the original title though: Sleeps.)
Geoffrey Hill | Odi Barbare | Clutag | 2012
Easily the best of the recent (uneven) ‘Daybook’ volumes, Odi Barbare sees Hill attempting to cram his ruminative ire into 312 Sapphic stanzas. The result is even more ‘telegraphic’—blurb courtesy Rowan Williams, out-going Archbishop of Canterbury (!)—than his other late works, making this probably his most ‘avant-garde’ sequence to date. No mean feat.
Osip Mandelstam, trans. Christian Wiman | Stolen Air | Ecco | 2012
The first Mandelstam versions I’ve seen, if I’m honest, that really make him read and sound like a genius. Wiman excels himself, as he admits in his intro.
Alice Oswald | Memorial | Faber | 2011
A lyricist’s Homer, cutting out the narrative of The Iliad and leaving, on one hand, similes describing the action and nature of death (which Oswald then repeats for good measure) and, on the other, brief accounts of the deaths of the various characters, famous lumped in unceremoniously with the cannon-fodder. Stripped of context, death becomes the default hero: rapacious, implacable and—due to the roving range of those famous similes—everywhere. The text opens with a capitalised list of the victim’s names: a near-literal memorial wall, positing the book (as the title implies) as a work of universal lament and protest. To date, Oswald’s work presented her as a skillful dark pastoralist with traces of Hopkins, Heaney, Hill and Hughes in her veins and something of a specialist interest in rivers (see Dart and A Sleepwalk on the Severn, Faber, 2002 and 2009 respectively); this book re-invents her as something altogether stranger and more exciting.
J.H. Prynne | Kazoo Dreamboats; Or, On What There Is | Critical Documents | 2011
Hard to fathom, even for a latter-day Prynne text: a seeming, sprawling return to the teleology- and totality-driven Prynne of early books like The White Stones, but with all the accumulated baggage of a lifetime’s career of unprecedented language-abuse in tow. The subtitle—On What There Is—is not I think meant ironically: this encyclopedic work (ranging all the way from the Pre-Socratics to Condensed Matter Field Theory, via Piers Plowman and Mao Zedong) makes a concerted attempt to get at things. Good title too.
Keston Sutherland | Stupefaction: A Radical Anatomy of Phantoms | Seagull | 2011
Much more than a mere stopgap on the way to the Odes to TL61P (next year’s book of the year, unless something unexpectedly mind-blowing arrives out of even-further-leftfield), Stupefaction is a model of deep critical involvement and interpenetration, a series of close, loving yet unwavering forensic studies of Marx, Pope and Wordsworth (a heady bunch!). Trenchant, tenacious, far-reaching and sublimely, subtly radical.
Shannon Tharp | The Cost of Walking | Skysill | 2011
Occupying (definitively) a point somewhere equidistant from the neo-Objectivism of a Joseph Massey and the micro-expressionism of a Graham Foust, but even weirder, Shannon Tharp offers up her own stark-lush take on Pound’s ‘direct treatment of the thing’: ‘Evasion’s an angel’s / legacy. / I look // at alarm / as / a // wife.’ The vowel-music of the spheres. . . .
Jonty Tiplady | Zam Bonk Dip | Salt | 2010
That too-often over-simplified confluence of impossibly compressed thought and inscribed intonation that makes for a genuinely new ‘voice’. Oddly deep, deeply odd & oddly, deeply beautiful. Makes me want to cry under a rock AND punch the air at the same time.
‘Bubbling Under’ (a second 11): works by Yves Bonnefoy (trans. Hoyt Rogers); Anne Carson; Paul Celan (trans. Pierre Joris); Nick Courtright; Edward St. Aubyn; Francesca Lisette*; Joseph Massey; Eugenio Montale (trans. William Arrowsmith); Luke Roberts*; W.G. Sebald; and Timothy Thornton.*
* With these three excellent collections out from younger poets and the epoch-archiving Certain Prose of the English Intelligencer under its belt, the to-date-impeccable Mountain Press is my press of the year.
Rob Stanton, wife, daughter & cats now live in Austin, Texas. Details of his debut collection, The Method, can be found here.
Emily Pettit | Goat in the Snow | Birds, LLC | 2012
Our culture is obsessed with DIY projects, specifically the rhetoric that surrounds them (“How to lose 30 pounds in 30 days! How to build a gazebo from junkyard scraps!”), many of which pledge to impart specialized knowledge in a few easy steps. With titles such as “How to Hide an Elephant,” “How to Control a Blackout,” and “How to Know the Worth of What,” Goat in the Snow stages a necessary—and often quite hilarious—intervention in this discourse. Full of both wild divagations and focused obsessions, a human reader meets, in this collection, a human writer, one who adroitly and unsentimentally names the actual dangers of the technological age (“Becoming information/ is not necessarily a choice”) while admitting her implication in same.
Karen An-Hwei Lee | Phyla of Joy | Tupelo | 2012
Lee has spoken of her process as involving “hybridizations, displacements, migration,” a practice of interrogating the grammar of a language, whose taxonomic logic represents a mirror image—in Lee’s capable hands, eyes, and ears—of the world.
Lily Brown | Rust or Go Missing | Cleveland State University Poetry Center | 2011
“How easy to be giddy:/ when faced with nightmare, stare it down.” A gracefully protean meditation on power, speech, and the Stevensian geographies of consciousness and desire.
Ish Klein | Moving Day | Canarium | 2011
Dying and acting are all there is, says the speaker of this collection. What else to hold out for other than a miracle, posited herein as “the voice beyond the screen.”
Emily Kendal Frey | The Grief Performance | Cleveland State University Poetry Center | 2011
Proof positive that Julia Kristeva’s theory of successful mourning is possible, this gut-wrenching assembly of poems was the deserving recipient of the 2012 Norma Farber First Book Award. More on how this collection makes vulnerability (formal and otherwise) possible again here.
Paige Ackerson-Kiely | My Love is a Dead Arctic Explorer | Ahsahta | 2012
Begun as a book-length response to Admiral Richard E. Byrd’s memoir, Alone, this collection (Ackerson-Kiely’s second) gains strength from the collective mythos surrounding creation and exploration, and makes the often macabre dance between elegy and eros sweet again. More here.
Brian Spears | A Witness in Exile | Louisiana Literature Press | 2011
A brilliant debut collection in deep sympathy with the maker’s rage to order words of the self, and sea. More reflections, particularly on this collection’s deft handling of place, here.
Darcie Dennigan | Madame X | Canarium | 2012
If the substance of the soul really is “the terrible libidinal whatever,” as Dennigan says, the return of its repressed contents are contained and made bearable through this collection’s sustained break with, and reconstitution of, the line. (More on the book’s form here).
Anthony Madrid | I Am Your Slave Now Do What I Say | Canarium | 2012
Original musings here, to which I would add: this collection cuts a swath through contemporary poetry collections of the past twenty years. I blame it on this book’s wholehearted dedication to returning language to the pleasure principle.
Mary Biddinger | St. Monica | Black Lawrence | 2011
St. Monica (framed as a contemporary epic on the Lacanian process of “becoming-woman” here), Biddinger’s second poetry collection, leaves me breathless upon each re-read, and shores up my belief that the world needs more literary heroines for whom auto mechanics, forensic science, and baking a mean cherry cobbler, is all in a day’s work. Biddinger’s follow-up collections O Holy Insurgency, and A Sunny Place with Adequate Water, also forthcoming on Black Lawrence Press in September 2012 and 2014, respectively, can’t come soon enough.
Kathleen Rooney | Robinson Alone | Gold Wake | 2012
Forthcoming in October 2012, this poetry collection tackles through the means of persona and poems of witness, the conflicted legacy of Nebraska-born poet, artist, and critic Weldon Kees (1914-1955). While the narrative (unsparing in its rigor) focuses on Kees, Robinson Alone is also, writ large, a lyric meditation on the art made—and the souls forged—in the social imaginary of the mid-century American West: “A monochromatic series in the harshest/ light.”
Virginia Konchan’s poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Best New Poets 2011, the Believer, and The New Republic, among other places. A recipient of grants and fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center, Ox-Bow, and Scuola Internazionale di Grafica, she lives in Chicago, where she is a Ph.D student in the Program for Writers at the University of Illinois at Chicago.
This is Virginia Konchan’s first contribution to Attention Span. Return to 2012 directory.
The Last Whole Earth Catalog | 1971
Coveted this catalog for years for the big deep blue portrait of our home planet (NASA photo). Bought for 10 buck at the Edna St. Vincent Millay Society bargain bin. Dated in many ways, still an interesting and relevant resource for building a sustainable society off the grid. Quotes from Kenneth Patchen, Kerouac, and other beats.
Catherine Taylor | Apart | Ugly Duckling | 2012
Knocked out by Taylor’s amazing memoir on race, responsibility, and family. A memoir in the John D’Agata sense, in its non-traditional interpretation of the essay form. Maybe more in the spirit of Chris Marker. Taylor’s book is a brave contemplation and investigation of South African history and of her mother’s activism against apartheid.
Ed Sanders | Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts | online edition
So legendary that I never was able to read due to its rarity. Mostly and sadly, I saw it wrapped in cellophane priced at a 100 bucks or more. Ecstatic when it came online. I almost die laughing at absurdity of the humor and nearly cry at the beauty of Sander’s audacity and vision of a nonviolent protest against the uptight authority of the state and the church. Still vibrant, the work holds up. Great primer for all of humanity.
Juliana Spahr | Well Then There Now | Black Sparrow | 2011
On many lists but deservingly so for Spahr’s relentlessness and innovation. She goes at it again and again, trying out new ways to talk about human impact on the environment by incorporating lost (extinct) and invasive species into narratives that show the depth of that impact on ecosystems.
Gail Scott | the obituary | Nightboat | 2012
First world novel set in Montreal that teaches us a new way to read fiction. Through fracturing the narrative one hears the layers of voices, the cadences inside the language and come away with a sense of Canada’s uncomfortable past.
Lisa Robertson | R’s Boat | California | 2010
Brought this at The Bookstore in Lennox, MA., from one of the best curated poetry sections in this country. I needed brainy and beauty language to open up my headspace.
C.A. Conrad | A Beautiful Marsupial Afternoon new (soma)tics | Wave | 2012
I love the energy of this big joyous book. I find that Conrad’s (soma)tics ground me in the present and in my body. They make me aware that I am a physical and spiritual being. Conrad and Kristin Prevallet are both serious pioneers in developing the field of poetry and the body-mind connection. Exciting to see where their techniques for unblocking our minds will lead. I will certainly be paying attention.
Dawn Lundy Martin | Discipline | Nightboat | 2011
Elegy about a troubled and troubling father. About discomfort, about cracked bodies and lives, written in taut prose blocks. Simultaneously direct and indirect story telling in dense and fragmented narrative.
Brenda Coultas lives and works in New York City. She is currently writing an elegy for the end of paper and print.
This his her first contribution to Attention Span. Return to 2012 directory.
Frans G. Bengtsson, trans. Michael Meyer | The Long Ships | NYRB Classics | 2010
A ripping yarn, all right, but can you imagine Vikings as written by Jane Austen? Well, neither can I; but the archness of Bengtsson’s novel compels the imagination to try harder.
Phil Hall | Killdeer | BookThug | 2011
It’s autobiographical and intimate, but not a memoir and not confessional poetry. It gets down its knees, but it’s not about abjection: the gestures are fuller than that, inclusive. Communal poetry.
Daniel Heller-Roazen | The Fifth Hammer: Pythagoras and the Disharmony of the World | Zone | 2011
Irene Gammel and Suzanne Zelazo, eds. | Body Sweats: The Uncensored Writings of Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven | MIT | 2011
“Eternityshit!” The Baroness gets her due at last. A beautiful production, too.
Donna Stonecipher | The Cosmopolitan | Coffee House | 2008
A nice book to stay put and travel with.
Philip Dray | There is Power in a Union: The Epic Story of Labor in America | Random | 2010
A solid overview of the ups and downs in the ongoing struggle for workers’ rights in the United States. Needless to say, the book has pressing relevance now, though perhaps not for that one percent.
Matthew Rohrer | Destroyer and Preserver | Wave | 2011
The weird sensation that the Beach Boys would make a terrific album out of this book gradually overtook my reading to the point that I’m convinced that the reading involved wearing headphones. Just let it drift: “and dreams that complicate / things their velocity / is a mystery but if we / stay there you don’t / have to leave in the morning”
Ingeborg Bachmann, trans. Peter Filkins | Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems | Zephyr | 2006
Bertrand Russell | History of Western Philosophy | Routledge | 1946, rpt. 2005
“It is strange that the last men of intellectual eminence before the dark ages were concerned, not with saving civilization or expelling barbarians or reforming the abuses of the administration, but with preaching the merit of virginity and the damnation of unbaptized infants. Seeing that these were the preoccupations that the Church handed on to the converted barbarians, it is no wonder that the succeeding age surpassed almost all other fully historical periods in cruelty and superstition.” That’s Russell writing in the last years of the second world war, with one eye clearly fixed on the present while recounting the past.
Tim Conley is Associate Professor of English and Comparative Literature at Brock University in Canada. His most recent books are Nothing Could Be Further (2011), a collection of short fiction, and the anthology Burning City: Poems of Metropolitan Modernity (co-edited with Jed Rasula, forthcoming in 2012).
Maggie Nelson | Bluets | Wave Books | 2009
To go out from the point of a colour.
Gaston Bachelard, trans. Maria Jolas | The Poetics of Space | Beacon Press | 1994
Reading this aloud on the wooden floor of a one-room apartment in Sweden furnished with only a coffee table and four old grammar school chairs. Trying not to fall in love.
Jean Baudrillard, trans. James Benedict | The System of Objects | Verso | 2005
Addresses the positive space to Bachelard’s negative, with a complementary regard for sublimation. What makes a world?
Marcel Proust, trans. C. K. Scott Moncrief and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D. J. Enright | Swann In Love | Modern Library | 1998
Mitigate time, space, sensation. “An anguish the present assuagement of which was so agreeable that it might almost be called happiness.”
Joan Retallack | The Poethical Wager | California | 2004
Yelling from this on the steps at Occupy Oakland. Witnessing closed membranes become more permeable.
Anaïs Nin | Diary Volume I 1931-1934 | Mariner | 1969
“I am not committed to any of the political movements which I find full of fanaticism and injustice, but in the face of each human being, I act democratically and humanly. I give each human being his due. I disregard class and possessions. It is the value of their spirit, of their human qualities I pay my respect to, and to their needs as far as I am able to fulfill them. If all of us acted in unison as I act individually, there would be no wars and no poverty.”
Gertrude Stein | The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas | Vintage | 1990
Did not begin again, just began.
Arthur Rimbaud, trans. Bernard Mathieu | A Season in Hell / Illuminations | BOA | 1991
“It’s the vision of numbers. We’re going towards the spirit. What I’m saying is absolutely sure, it’s oracular. I understand and, not knowing how to explain myself without using pagan words, I’d rather shut up.”
Theresa Hak Kyung Cha | Dictee | California | 2001
Three generations, four languages, unreckonable stories.
John Ashbery | Flow Chart | Farrar | 1998
Every time I’ve gone swimming this week I’ve found myself bleeding when I’ve gotten out of the water without knowing what’s scraped me. Until I was two-thirds of the way through this book I didn’t have any idea what I was reading, then I felt like I was on an endless beach walk.
Inger Christensen, trans. Susanna Nied | It | New Directions | 2006
Life is holy. While the Danish language emphasizes location, English relies on time. How does this play out in the coda? the pronoun? us?
Maya Weeks’s obsession is and has been and probably will continue to be the intersection of systemic + intimate. Based in Oakland, California, her endeavors are in merging worlds.
This is her first contribution to Attention Span. Return to 2012 directory.
Brian Ang, ed. | Armed Cell 3 | Armed Cell | 2012
“guppy / tension” [Maya Weeks]
Michael Cross | Katechon, lines 101-200 | Compline | 2012
“I am beaten by time, this eve, sleeps and no raveled sleep either—a non-existent narrative corresponding to a non-existent desire to explain”
Laurie Duggan | Allotments| Fewer & Further | 2011
“the notebook / steers towards November”
Crane Giamo | Gun Spread Butter | Pocalypstic / Delete | 2012
“ere / eve / all pretty lit / youth / ish”
Peter Manson, trans. | Stéphane Mallarmé: The Poems in Verse | Miami UP | 2012
“I sense / the widowed stone divested fold by fold”
Sandra Ridley | Post-Apothecary | Pedlar | 2011
“I am breathing on my own but my fears are blunted flat”
Chuck Stebelton | Asterisk 13 | Fewer & Further | 2012
“the thumb string drones / a cabinet clock”
Eleni Stecopoulos | Daphnephoria | Compline | 2012
“no one young can see opacity’s protection / but no one can see like the young in the dark”
Mac Wellman | Rat Minaret | Little Red Leaves | 2012
“A medley of whacks / watted.”
Sara Wintz, ed. | The Feeling Is Mutual: A List of Our Fucking Demands| SPT Benefit | 2012
“I want volume and accuracy / why doesn’t this thing have any answers” [Paul Ebenkamp]
Craig Dworkin has recently co-edited Against Expression: An Anthology of Conceptual Writing (with Kenneth Goldsmith, Northwestern University Press, 2011) and The Sound of Poetry / The Poetry of Sound (with Marjorie Perloff, University of Chicago Press, 2010).