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Thursday, April 8, 2010
Ugly Duckling News From Ugly Duckling
Thursday, January 21, 2010
95 Cent School: Social Poetics/Aesthetic-Politico Practices & Poetry
This is a one time email. If you are interested in future updates, please reply to address above or or join the 95 Cent Skool facebook group:http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=300963159304&ref=mf
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The 95 Cent Skool is a 6 day long experimental seminar that will be offered in Oakland, California, July 26-31, 2010. It is convened by Joshua Clover andJuliana Spahr. It will explore the possibilities of poetry writing as part of a larger social practice, at a distance from the economic and professional expectations of institutions. We believe a dozen people sitting around a table can’t ruin poetry, but that costs, professional context, mythologies of individual genius, and client/service-based models can — and in our own experiences teaching in pay-to-play writing programs, often do.
Our concerns in these six days begin with the assumption that poetry has a role to play in the larger political and intellectual sphere of contemporary culture, and that any poetry which subtracts itself from such engagements is no longer of interest. “Social poetics” is not a settled category, and does not necessarily refer to poetry espousing a social vision. It simply assumes that the basis of poetry is not personal expression or the truth of any given individual, but shared social struggle.
The 6 days will feature:
• Morning discussion groups lead by Juliana and Joshua
• Two guest speakers: one on the political economy and one on ecology
• Afternoon group and/or collaborative writing sessions
• Dinners and drinks at a nearby bar
The 6 days will not feature:
• Workshops led by a “master poet”
• Agents or editors who will advise your work into publication
• A Richard Wilbur Celebration Night
• Instruction in reciting poetry to bring out the emotional content of the poem
The final program will be available later in the Spring.
Each participant will be asked to contribute up to 1% of annual gross income as their 95 cents exclusively towards operating expenses. The workshop leaders and as many other organizers as possible will donate their time. No one will be turned away for lack of funds. Email us if you’ve got questions about how much you can pay. We will also help in finding free housing for any participants in need.
The program is open to any interested participant with any level of prior engagement with poetry. This program is not affiliated with any institution of higher education and no transferrable institutional credit will be offered. There is no application fee, but space is limited. Please send a note indicating interest and experience to 95centskool@gmail.com
Please feel encouraged to re/post this listing to your blog or otherwise redistribute. If you would like to receive further information about the 95 Cent Skool, please email the address above, or join the 95 Cent Skool facebook group: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=300963159304&ref=mf The 95 Cent Skool will happen with the support of Small Press Traffic and 'A 'A Arts.
Thank you very much,
the 95¢ Skoolers —
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
On Silliman's Blog Today
Friday, January 8, 2010
Carla Harryman Interview
Saturday, January 2, 2010
New News: Delete Press
Why Delete Press?
JARED SCHICKLING
We start interning at a university-affiliated journal and notice a number of things right off the bat. Despite advertising itself as a journal seeking “new” and “upcoming” writers, suggesting that unsolicited submissions have a fighting chance of getting through the selection process, the journal’spermanent editorial board solicits the vast majority of its published material. These editors, English department faculty and staff, solicit work from writers they admire and from their friends, and it’s common for an issue to contain not one unsolicited poem. Someone working in the field tells us one builds a successful journal through solicitations, which we believe is true. Our problems are with the posturing of the journal and the quality of the work finally printed. Most of the work that we see reach publication is mired in popular and established models of writing and thinking being pushed and explored in mostly prominent English departments. We notice how many poems, often in obtuse ways, use all the coveted buzzwords of the day—“location,” “Other,” “cartography,” etc.
But perhaps our biggest problem is the manner in which unsolicited manuscripts are treated. They go through an evaluation process resembling an assembly line. A row of graduate students read the same manuscripts successively—if at any point a reader doesn’t like one, that manuscript is rejected. There is little conversation—one likes it or one doesn’t. We notice that the most mild, broadly appealing poetry can get through all those different readers, many of whom seem new to the manifold worlds of innovative, contemporary, at times underground poetry of the past century. Furthermore, if at any time a manuscript manages to satisfy all of these readers, hungry and curious and perhaps easily excitable at “discovering” titillating poets and poetry, the work still has to pass that issue’s lead editor. (Return to first point; and note that student readers are students of thepermanent editorial board.)
The press that publishes the journal also runs an annual book contest. We literally despise every book that wins, aware of the innovative, important, and more interesting work happening elsewhere at presses that aren’t asking reading fees, submitting artistic endeavors to a “contest,” nor offering cash prizes. The contest model amounts to extortion. Artists, such as many writers are, will produce and distribute their work in the absence of support from markets, academies and presses. History shows this. Writers don’t need presses. Presses, however, need writers. As we work with five different presses currently, we’ll add that we value the work many editors and publishers are doing. They give us our books and digital media in aesthetically pleasing formats, and in this can do a great honor and service to a writer’s work. They create space in which a work may live. But how is it that we’ve arrived at a moment where publication with wide distribution, cash prizes, and the institutional praise attending that are the barometers by which the work of a press is valued and comes to be desired? To suggest that this isn’t the case is to simply deny the actual situation. We have a publisher friend who can’t tell us one title published by such-and-such press, but yet he wants his press to affiliate with theirs and be welcomed into its larger community of writers and presses—why? And he requires, by requiring contest fees, that writers support him financially in his endeavor, as his press’s books aren’t selling as well as he’d like. What values are exposed in this situation? Presses requiring reading fees will argue it’s the only way to sustain their projects—but do we need presses that can’t sustain themselves by virtue of the work they’re producing? Why do we go to presses? What exactly are we looking for?
The problems with the contest model also include the nature of judging. The ideal judge for a contest is one that meets with the press’s aesthetic, and one who is famous, making the contest look attractive to aspiring writers, thereby attracting more submissions and the accompanying fees. The writer thinks, “If Eileen Myles or Billy Collins or…would only choose…endorse my work,” and thus, the winning manuscript will be one that conforms to pre-existing notions of what constitutes “winning” poetry. It is not possible to run an “ethical” contest despite the lip service couched in the CLMPCode of Ethics. The contest model of publishing is antithetical to the health and evolution of poetry and its forms.
We quit to work with a smaller press doing chapbook contests with the occasional full length. The contests continue to prove disappointing—in six or seven contests we are excited for one manuscript, but the judge doesn’t choose it. The founders of the press admit to publishing work in which they have no interest. They hand their most important decisions over to someone whose interests are not necessarily in line with the publishers’ needs and desires. So again the question, whom and what is the press serving? All the while various ideas on how to publish work that excites us are mired in what ifs that are irrelevant, centering on how to create a popular and commercially viable press. Instead of engaging in more satisfactory work, all we do is talk about it, a discussion accounting matters perpetually sidetrack. A few of us talk it over and decide the nature of the aspiration—success, fame—is the problem, a dumb dream masking the fact that evolutionary poetry begins as an unknown, and often remains so throughout its author’s life.
We decide it will be possible to run a self-sustaining press by soliciting and publishing work we deem important. Period. The trick will be to choose truly (according to our lights) outstanding work, to put much care into the construction of the book, and to do this in small, limited edition print runs that don’t cost too much. The measure of “too much” will be something we can’t afford funding out-of-pocket. It may seem idealistic to suggest that a press doesn’t need to rely on reading fees in order to happen, that it can sustain itself on the quality of the work it produces, in light of how few consumers of poetry there are and the many presses they already know and can choose from. But here we are with our first print run almost sold out and our money investment returned. We put this next to our remembrances of boxes stuffed with contest winners and journals from ten years ago awaiting their readers. We don’t try to account for the possible truth involved with our own dream, other than to say that we have faith that other readers and writers share our vision—where the quality of the work is all that matters—we have faith that there will be buyers for work that hasn’t thought once in terms of posterity, popularity or commerce.
We won’t suggest that vanity and conflicting interests do not attend this experiment called Delete Press. We benefit in ways that have little to do directly with its work, and we appreciate those benefits. But we run the press with the interests of the press in mind, because we’re whores topoetry.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Another Fuck the Holidays Special
Tinfish Pre-Publication Sale (Please help us to cover print costs!)
Kaia Sand, REMEMBER TO WAVE, $16

Elizabeth Soto, EULOGIES, $14

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Please support our efforts to publish experimental poetry from the Pacific by pre-ordering these titles.
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aloha, Susan M. Schultz
Editor & money-bags
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Take Two

Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wheelhouse Contributor Notes: New PennSound Audio from Emergency Poetry Series: Thom Donovan/Julian Brolaski, etc etc!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
935 Natoma Street, San Francisco
between 10th and 11th Streets
and between Mission and Howard
close to the Civic Center BART Station
and the Van Ness MUNI station
From Chris Nagler:
Marcus Civin’s performance work asks questions about bodily politics, and puts together serial kinetic phrases about his own. He reframes that old contested territory, the ordinary, or ‘pedestrian’ body. His teacher, the choreographer and filmmaker Yvonne Rainer, wrote, in 1968, of her own work as “a control that seems geared to the actual time it takes the actual weight of the body to go through the prescribed motions, rather than an adherence to an imposed ordering of time. In other words, the demands made on the body’s (actual) energy resources appear to be commensurate with the task . . .” Does this equation balance in the ordinary body of today, when the ‘prescribed motions’ are often obscure, charged with impossible simultaneities, or shamed with distant, mechanized heroism. And what to do with all that ‘seeming’ ?
In his words:
My everyday life reveals my cowardice, my normalcy, my difficulty.
Every time I do my ritual, it is slightly different. I think about what
I would do in an extreme situation. I assume, I would know what to do
in an extreme situation, but I need practice.
Some possible issues and questions that may arise:
What kind of athlete or non-athlete is the contemporary American citizen?
The slapstick histories of multitasking
Do the body’s economies (sexual, affective, energetic) reflect/counter/react to/empty into The Economy? How. specifically?
Is ‘survival’ a performance, a fetish, a nostalgia, an ordinary reality? Which for whom?
Is represented labor still labor and is labored representation still representation? Who says so?
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From Marcus Civin:
"I had been so confident and now I had an awful feeling that the war had gotten out of my hands"
--Gertrude Stein as Alice B. Toklas (The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas)
With the Nonsite Collective, Marcus Civin will project, re-build, perform gestures and utterances that riff on themes from his recent performance work — performance work that lands a poor, rough tramp behind enemy lines and forces the poor, rough tramp to decide: am I a killer, OR am I a clown?
Or: "In a series, objects become undefined simulacra one of the other. And so, along with the objects, do the people that produce them." -- Jean Baudrillard (Simulations)
I handle an ax, matches, a deck of cards, a spear, drips of water. I make a bathtub. Am I a bathtub. Or: I make a small black painting.
Or: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjarLbD9r30&feature=related
Or: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcx9BJRadfw
Participants might enjoy watching:
http://www.archive.org/details/busterkeatonfilm (SAMUEL BECKETT, FILM)
and/or
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8727552817849141561# (BUSTER KEATON, HARD TIMES)
6. (muted domestic pornography)
We must insist upon the idea of culture-in-action, of culture growing within us like a new organ, a sort of second breath: and on civilization as an applied culture controlling even our subtlest actions, a presence of mind -- Artaud
Never so held in held
Suspense : the long
Disease is pornographic
Graphic despite I knowing
What will come of this
This narrative as usual
As so much desolate
Hunger there is some I
Tensing with a perverting here
Here the sheen of a slowly open
Curve a depth I’ve seen this before
Before I roamed corporate clinics
My holes are a constant testing
Ground perpetual breaks of strata
In continuity becomes continuity : I
I here cannot see is a here with yet no
Name his delivery system holds I up
Up by its penis a story halos above
It : degraded as a convergence of aporias
The strange tremor the unusual poverties
Of not knowing what will come of this this