Monday, April 30, 2018

Jules Vasylenko -- FUMPH! ...solo trombax, bamboozle & alto

Jules Vasylenko 

1. EYE - Trombax
2. SWINE - Bamboozle
3. DRY - Alto, with or with out
4. FEAR - Alto Ego

Note: track two is actually Alto, and track three is the Bamboozle (Bamboo Sax.)

Recorded at: 
Art Rat Studios in 
Roanoke City, Virginia, United States of America on 
April 21, 2018 A.D. / 102 A.Da.
Digital recording by Tomislav Butković. 
Cover photograph by Wilheim Katastrof on April 16, 2016 at the Art Rat. 

79 min on CD-R 
$10 + $1 s/h. 
Distributed by mOnocle-Lash.
Free Download forthcoming.


Announcement from Tomislav:

Price: $10 + $1s/h
Roanoke, VA, USA

80 min CD-R recorded at Art Rat Studios in April 2018 A.D. / 102 A.Da. 
Jules is a regular contributor to the Art Ratmosphere, Roanoke's only fuzzy, noisy, psychedelic kudzu kolony. His recent departure for the deep south instigated this record of his dynamic and intricate free playing, a result of decades of involvement in the mix from the UK to the Pacific Coast and New England, to Roanoke and beyond. Bamboozle your brains with these four tracks of horn wrangling. Cover interior features illustrations by Bradley Chriss and Warren Fry. Proceeds go to Sid and Jules.

Personal Checks and Paypal accepted.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Jim Leftwich Rascible & Kempt Vols 1 - 3

Luna Bisonte Prods at Small Press Distribution

Jim Leftwich
Rascible & Kempt Vols 1 - 3

Vol. 1
VOLUME 1 (of 2) Rascible & Kempt bears geode-like secrets, exposing the living nerves of a geography where the beating heart of the avant guard glows lava red, while the book itself is a geology of Leftwich's life-long question to his own calling: How to keep all modes of writing “absolutely as OPEN as possible.” This book is as much a training manual as it is a mechanism to reignite the fires of poetry. -Michael Peters, author of Vaast Bin and other language artworks. About Rascible & Kempt: From reading to writing, thought to non-thought, vast macrohistorical analysis to sub-lettral investigations, epistemology to pragmatics, discourses: poetics, linguistics, hermeticism, economics, history, psychology, politics, metaphysics, and more. -Olchar E. Lindsann, author of ARTHUR DIES and other books, editor of mOnocle-Lash Anti-Press

Vol. 2
rascible & kempt-vol.2 grapples with the new poetics in ways that are ideal for the subjects addressed. These essays, conversations, collaborative adventures, and reports from the inside explain and celebrate some of the most innovative writing and literary explorations on the scene today. As Olchar Lindsann puts it, “From reading to writing, thought to non-thought, vast macrohistorical analysis to sub-lettral investigations, epistemology to pragmatics, discourses: poetics, linguistics, hermeticism, economics, history, psychology, politics, metaphysics, and more.” Among the writers engaged with are Thomas L. Taylor, César Figueiredo, Steve Dalachinsky, John M. Bennett, Rea Nikonova, Amy Trussel, Lanny Quarles, Mike Basinski, Jake Berry, John High, Scott MacLeod, David Baptiste Chirot, and many others, including a posse of fascinating heteronymic writers. If you are puzzled by the mysteries of this new avant-garde, these volumes will go a long way to illuminate them.

Vol. 3
This 3rd volume of Jim Leftwich's unique and ground-breaking examination of the explosion of marginal literatures can also be seen, like the first 2, as an example of that literature. It has an enormous variety of approaches to language-based arts that are ignored by the academies, the publishers, and the cliques that make up the dominant worlds of letters today. This exciting art, of which Leftwich is also a practitioner, is what will shape the literary world of the future, and his documentation of it is, and will be, of immense value. He takes on this extraordinary material in extensive real and imagined conversations, exhaustive discussions and contextualizations, detailed analyses, bibliographic documentation, and other approaches difficult to categorize, because the categories for it do not yet exist. These 3 essential books open a portal to a world of major literary creation, a world that is, for the moment, largely invisible. -John M. Bennett

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Galatea Resurrects 2018 February

Featured Poet: Sheila E. Murphy

The Palace of Flowers by Gerry Grubbs
Reviewed by Joseph P. Tomain (2/19)

The Small Door of Your Death by Sheryl St. Germain
Reviewed by Neil Leadbeater (2/18)

Featured Essay: "Karl Kempton and 'The Enigma of the Other': The Originary Structures of Truth and Discovery of Visual Writing"
By Tom Hibbard (2/17)

Stubborn by Sheri Reda
Reviewed by M. Earl Smith (2/16)

WHEREAS by Layli Long Soldier
Engaged by Eileen Tabios (2/15)

some more strange meteorites by Mark Young
Reviewed by Neil Leadbeater (2/14)

Guitar Tech by Mark Sonnenfeld
Reviewed by Jim Leftwich (2/14)

ANNE WITH AN E & ME by Wesley St. Jo
Engaged by Eileen Tabios (2/13)

Girl Gang by Juliet Cook

Reviewed by M. Earl Smith (2/12)

ORPHIC CANTOS by Ivan Argüelles
Engaged by John M. Bennett (2/11)

Engaged by Eileen Tabios (2/10)

Phaneagrams by Jake Berry
Engaged by Jim Leftwich (2/9)

The Critic Writes Poems: Paul Pines

Featured Essay: "The Nearness of Asemic Writing" 
By Jim Leftwich (2/8)

MARAWI by Albert E. Alejo and Eileen R. Tabios with translations by Aileen Cassinetto
Reviewed by Neil Leadbeater (2/7)

farnessity, wordslabs by Randee Silv
Reviewed by Jim Leftwich (2/6)

Interview: William Burroughs
Engaged by jim mccrary (2/5)

Tres tressstrisss trieesss tril trilssss: Transmutations of Cesar Vallejo by Jim Leftwich
Engaged by John M. Bennett (2/4)

From Here by Zoe Skoulding, with illustrations by Simonetta Moro
Reviewed by M. Earl Smith (2/3)

Publications by Scott MacLeod, Michael Palmer, Thomas Lowe Taylor, Ann Lauterbach, Daniel Davidson and Laura Moriarty

Engaged by Scott MacLeod (2/2)

The Critic Writes Poems: Jim McCrary

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich - 5 hams & an angel wink

5 hams & an angel wink

give five a room never ticks
which pillow describes the details
      away window from birds
      pigeons scalp the cough
over the wall they went barely missed
the autoexoplamsa nearly striking their glands
the long & short of it being feathers flewing
& yet still i try hard with the right foot not to divulge
my pigeon-toed xylophonic expressive soul/knotta  
without success (what a deal)
the unusual link between alzheimer's & the commune cold
 & what a deal we got spiritual disunity &
        memory repair protocol, total
recall, Stan Musial, the Wal-Mart of the Deal, memory
      sticks blink and despair, between
ritual robo-calling and senility-as-mutiny
 sensibility as drug addiction missing a face
a nose the eye socket blown out the shadow lost
   the insignificant molestation of DNA inside a so/what
solvent signifiers a rose is a nose is a hose is a rose
no sense of a mollusk in the pocket or on the rug
  as the beet (H) oven goes on tagine stinker rocket
        no tense of molest as the toes blows gloes s(o)not(a)
  eat the ghost and wink the sprocket, at the behest
            of Frank Sinatra, who blows his nose
      washes his clothes & strikes the classic sweat pose
                 gone solid amazing sore did the angle
 anquished ante bad poker/faced in side flush which faced with no tense
             eroica as hero(in) sheeps cloths washes down anti-dope
​       splashes bone in antique
      rinse​ squalid as antic heroic
         erotica sad stripes maze
  smoking traced the angel mush
               unplucketed stars cheer dodo mamarosa plummage
                                 plummeted off the washboard bridge grap
                                      ate frankly birth life longing wee wee hours gulp
        the beast nose sweats and the angel face clots
        the beat toe swats and the angel mace slots
        the eat no watts and the angel ace lots
        eat no rats and the angel race rots
                     i munch on tate tots & realize my life has been shortened
   i am short & short of breath - my angles are getting more angular
               bottom bottom meets my top  the feast of brats commences
      the chamber of commerce snorts my lunch
  bratwurst, grits and Barney Fife smuggle in a knife in a cake
i am reading Bob Kaufman in the parking lot of a Burger King near Disputanta
where Kaufman Carpets once had their headquarters
   now dispersed amongst the bourgeouis duddlefuds cancerously
            punkdom punctum pendu lum or plain dumb
 lodged inside my referential body / lung / liver / bladder / hum / ham

december 2017

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Jim Leftwich, Tres tresss trisss trieesss tril trilssss: Transmutations of César Vallejo

Luna Bisonte Prods

Jim Leftwich’s transmutations (not translations) of the poetry of César Vallejo are nothing short of brilliant. They feel more Vallejo in English than any previous translations ever have. Vallejo is certainly, bar none, among the greatest poets of the 20th century. Human, more than immediately human, tortured, both baroque and surreal, and lyrical beyond compare, his poetry defies translation, so difficult does it appear at times. This is especially the case with his early work Trilce (Tres tresss trisss treesss tril trilssss, Leftwich's title has it). Claimed by the surrealists as a master in that genre, Vallejo is that and more than that, opaque as Góngora or bittersweetly acerbic as Lorca, the complexity of his language and imagery find few parallels. Leftwich has created a Vallejo more Vallejo than Vallejo at times. These transmutations have all the speed, energy and enigmatic beauty of the originals on which they are based. - Ivan Argüelles

Sunday, December 24, 2017

jim leftwich and bill beamer, sound rituals

sound ritual number six

technicians of interior out
casts hammerwiggle openmindlanguage
martian expulsion
  HYperion at doh
doors dot perceptic...
at the window, looking in through his Reflection.

Histo from holyrollover                   boeuf/;k jerky
Hun gonto Fe/ormium mon lit
dada ona gig onagag ajag gedbredden,
                       looking in through his Intercon
                       nec []tion| Shun
at the marrow, tomorrow is only another
                               victory over the sun.

november 2017

sound ritual number seven

mirrorsuspended Texas bringing
coastlines resemble rivers re
semble blood vessels resemble
neurons resemble tree branches
twisting in the muddy pastry claw of it
resembling in mountains reflections of Texas
reassembling brooding vassals re tracing
neu tron stars,          powdermilk
up thru tree branches,
gross wink grinding disguises patched pitched
designs hbidden in plane vewe
hpiqqen hqippen enplained vu

november 2017

sound ritual number eight

stars twitch, rattle from
the futile anemic sky.
switch off the scratch'd
moon in the pooled liver,
sour favor of the botched

tars witch, battle from
inutile asemic thigh.
hitch off the ratchet
spoon mulled river,
flour savor of the notch

arse itch, twaddle not
the ant hill, pansemia nigh
rich off racket from scratch,
tune in the lone survivor,
our saviour's flavor of the catch

sparse niche
wading knots
thanatos pill
pansemic high school
rich golf
pocket form scats
tone in the lune
surf visor
our wavicle's labor
in the batch

november 2017

​sound ritual number nine

star stir stair stain
tain tin tine​ wine
fine fire fare far
tar star
tar star mar car
cane cain laid paid
cur blur fur pure
cure lure liar plier
Sam Patch never
jumped from the
Wasena bridge
into the Roanoke

november 2017

​sound ritual number ten
ten reduces to one-

burnt orange fall &   ten lady
bugs coagulate like so much blood
fat in the high corners of the workroom
mostly red    they soon
fall,       they drip blood
ten reduced to one
​multicavity klystron ​   a typical
hot-cathode thyratron    ​resonant
cavity magnetron    ​Puerto Rico
abandoned without power    ​rain is
a postcard from god    the ​hurricane
unearthed ancestral artifacts of the
​extinct Calusa tribe  shell indians
shellslady bugs       shells as home:
Puerto Rico
if we could be
reduced to one
we would get it
​sitting at my desk
staring through
my reflection
at the backyard
beside the alley
it is 8:13 p.m.
and one poem leads to another

november 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

John M. Bennett -- départ


pawed away from the cl
iff your short shore n
ested in a smoke churned
the air embroiled the b
ridge past burning roof my
leg lept off, your storm it's
a luggage current's w
atch your step's aaa
nger page far below where
the rocks teethe up from the waves

John M. Bennett -- blisters


I crossed the hammer was
your throat's long name clu
ttered in the laundry smoke
across a field of corn :tossed
it was the stammered juice
you d rank re blended with
that dusty screw lost be
neath a bed a bed sunk
inside the snow your leg
forgot your leg uttered
what the shoe forgot ,for
got the sidewalk where your
lucked watch glimmered in the rain

mud and mind

John M. Bennett -- buried


the dream of Cuicuilco is the
dream of a circular pool of
inverted water ,seven chairs
float at the bottom the top
,the chairs the dream of leaves
falling upward from a tree
which might have been the
dream crawling in a sock
across the hard black lava
covered with mice

Jake Berry, 5 new visual poems from the Brambu Drezi notebook

Three Visual Poems by Marco Giovenale

 Marco Giovenale - IMG_20170516_153309
context is no more a problem, glitch variation

 Marco Giovenale - IMG_20170516_153309
context is no more a problem