another new interview

Another new interview, this one somewhat more random:

http://metaphysicalthinking.blogspot.com/2009/05/ryan-manning-v-juliet-cook.html

Also, last weekend for the extra-hot Blood Pudding Press poetry sale:

http://www.BloodPuddingPress.etsy.com

Blood Pudding Press sale & more

For a limited time only, the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop is offering a huge sale on poetry chapbooks and other stuff. Most of the poetry chapbooks are half off their usual costs, which means you can acquire a one-of-a-kind, hand-designed book of poetry for as low as $2.50 or $3.50. I'm planning to continue this sale for the rest of the month of May, after which prices will revert back to normal, so check out the offerings now at http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/

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In other poetry news, I'm working on the next Blood Pudding Press chapbook ('At night; the dead' by Lisa Ciccarello, coming soon), a short interview for Orange Alert, and some short collaborative poems with Andrew Lundwall. I also just assembled and submitted a new chapbook manuscript. Two other new chapbook manuscripts--one print, one online--should be available soon from Spooky Girlfriend Press and Wheelhouse. Etc...

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In non-poetry news, I got a new pink fishing rod and caught two bass yesterday afternoon. Also, my husband came up with a great idea for homemade dog treats, tentatively called Creepy Treats, so that's a little creative project we might work on together in the semi-near future, but I shall stay mum on the specifics until a little more progress is made. Etc...

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I am feeling tired, depressed, and slumpy. I wish I could snap out of it. Alack.

review

my itty bitty review of Catherine Meng’s dusie kollektiv 3 poetry chapbook ‘LOST WORKBOOK W/LETTERS TO DEER’:

This dusie kollektiv 3 chapbook especially strikes my fancy from its unique design to its charming title to the quirky curios within. I can visualize these adorable little booklets spilling forth from misshapen baskets at craft fair tables, mixed with multicolored fabric poppies or battered pointe shoes. I can see them at bake sale tables accompanied by giant blonde brownies and tiny lime crèmes. I can see them snuck into public lavatories, placed slightly askew atop shiny silver dispensers for pink hand soap. I can see them at a Rasputina concert in a white wicker basket with Victorian hankies and vials of strange notions & potions.

The retro looking sewing instruction cover and ever so slightly crooked pages strike me as both endearing and well-crafted. I feel like I’m privy to a quaint personal art project. I feel like I’m holding precision ephemera. I hear the click of knitting needles and feel the silky wisp of vintage seam binding remnants.

The poems function based on their own peculiar logic and complement each other well. They seem both curiously amusing and quite significant in their own odd way.

This chapbook puts me in mind of pinking shears carefully cutting serrated edges.