down this crooked road...
is now available. Bill Taylor, Jr. chose the work for this anthology, and it's a fine bit of gathering indeed.
you can pick up your copy (and read a few sample poems) H E R E.
posted by christopher cunningham at 2:37 PM
11 Comments:
This shit kicks serious balls.
yeah, I'm glad to be included in the roster.
quality...
Ditto.
The small Press is getting better all
the fucking time.
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Still alive,
Father Luke
or it's staying the same...don't confuse stasis with change, good padre! :)
i'm torn about picking this book up. i love most of the writers in it, have met Bill and like him. but...it's RD...do i support him and his press....i'm torn.
it's the decision I (and hosh, but I won't speak for him) had to make as well. we'd had our "issues," RD and I, but Bill asked, I considered, then I said, "fuck it, why not..."
it's good company on the pages, it reads well, and there you go...
as for "staying the same," jb makes a good point. also, speed and ease of publishing isn't always the greatest thing. but what do I know anyway? I can't even summon the energy to submit much any more to the few print mags left, and the web is a vast wasteland of etc. and so forth (insert any rant you like here).
it is whatever it is, I suppose. I'm pretty sleepy...
Well, if it's not getting better, then
it's dying. Don't substitute hope for
reality.
Emily said Hope is the thing with
feathers, Woody wrote without feathers,
and I contributed to a crooked road.
The reality is there's progress. When
that stops then we have stasis.
"but, padre, is this really progress?"
Dude. Progress means people are reading
poetry. Stasis means they are reading
the same poetry. Would you settle for
progressive stasis?
Otherwise, shit on it all, and let's
talk about our day jobs.
Who's first?
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Father Luke
Dry skin and all
Me, I don't know much about much. But RD at Lummox gave me the opportunity to co-edit an anthology of poets of my choosing. I've read it through back to front a handful of times over the last few days and I think it turned out purty good. That's all.
I'm sorry that Justin has an issue with me. I'm aware that I blew it with Chris and Hosho in the past, and I'm glad to have the opportunity to rectify that with this book. But I don't know what's bugging Justin... so I'm inviting him to contact me so we can try to clear the air about it. I'm at poetraindog@gmail.com
This isn't the place obviously, but I know yr email address as I get plenty from you...some begging for money. (I somehow got added to yr email list, must've been when you sent me that diatribe years ago admonishing me for publishing a Winans poem in my ezine.)
I'm not too interested in clearing any air, your actions have already spoken. 'Tis a shame as I would like to see this collection of great writers.
I haven't received my copy yet, but I'm looking forward to it!
: o )
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Just little old me,
Father Luke
(that was weird. the word for used for
verification was "chingas". funny.)
I'm glad that, after some serious thought, Justin and I were able to come to some agreement and find some common ground. It turns out that I'm not such a bad guy after all. Now if I could just figure out why Mather Schneider has a hard-on for you guys...We could all have a big love in at Scot Young's place.
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