guess whose book is now available.

julia's!

you should get it.

one thing it says is:

noon is lakewater exploding over the leaves of your face
noon's wooden saw splits its slender carcass in half
noon composed a sonata with cloudcover, a storm that brilliantly breaks the field

some things said about it:

“The poetics enacted in Triggermoon Triggermoon is rare in its exuberance and delicate humanity, its wistful acceptance of imperfection as the human condition, imperfection as a kind of pet we grow to love and depend upon. I have grown to love and depend upon this book.”—Bin Ramke Triggermoon Triggermoon


“Julia Cohen’s poems will knock you out with their fresh logics like some moon-governed dream... this collection is half in the world and half in the 'non-world' that 'occasionally rolls over you,' utterly grounded in the domestic and wildly transformative.”
—Elizabeth Willis

i became sick.

the last time i was sick i bought a television. i don't really use it. although, during comps. i watched tcm nonstop.

this time i subscribed to netflix. i just finished watching my first netflix movie: happy accidents: vincent d'onofrio plays a man from the future.

and then i had to pick out movies i like. i picked four. i can't remember them.

netflix said its top pick for me is jo jeeta wohi sikandar.

there is snow now.

one thing jess sent me says,

mae'r dirwedd yma'n wag.


this landscape is empty.

chapbooks

brave men press made this chapbook. it's about what happened when i went to california. it's very beautifully made.

other chapbooks i've received:

jeannie hoag's new age of ferociousness from agnes fox press:

the weather today: supernatural.
and babies: babies everywhere.

zachary schomburg's from the fjords from spork press:

i am working in the ticket booth of the
movie theater when you come in and take
off my pants.

phil estes' gem city/fountain city from rabbit catastrophe:

hannah  used to be a power lifter,
so she has these strong legs and thighs.

 

halloween

d'count met the pips last night

the pips have arrived

tuesday

i'm thinking about egg noodles

and eggshell tea

and these two books:

1. a cabinet of roman curiosities: the word for "sky" and "heaven," caelum (which is the origin of our word "ceiling"), was sometimes thought to be derived from the verb caelare, meaning "to engrave." all stars were believed to be fixed in the vault of the sky equidistant from the earth.

2. popular beliefs and superstitions (we were using this the other day for friday): if you speak to an animal, and it answers you, you will die at once.

now i will tell you the story of my arm:

want to listen to this song over and over with me? every four or five years it's the only song i can listen to.

many good parts

the new horse less review is up. it says things such as this:

There are two worlds inside them: the world and the sky. (andrea rexilius)

and

Dear Gretl: You are walking to a city that is the city within you. (richard froude, from his book fabric that is coming out very soon)

and the new denver quarterly is out:

                      there was, inside the
memory, the rumour of a dollhouse;
all the furniture in immaculate order.

(j. mae barizo)

and the new octopus, which has these beautiful things (and it has my story of wind):

Tumors bud on the branch.
Pearling holly. Bruising plum.

(j. michael martinez)

and:

In Massachusetts the sun of winter

is disappearing behind a fragile field

of cloud like Emily Dickinson

rising from the bedclothes to fasten

                        her corset and stay inside all day.

                        (katie peterson)
this too:

joanna ruocco's man's companions is something you might consider purchasing. it's so good, you might consider purchasing it twice:

my husband is a librarian. the overwhelming majority of librarians are females. they give my husband a lot of attention, some of it critical. my husband never criticizes his co-workers. there is a pecking order and my husband is at the top of it. he only complains about the pencils. i've seen them scattered on the tables, for the borrower's convenience. short pencils, diamonded by incisors, lipstick-stained. i never pick them up. they look like cigarettes in an adultery. i write call numbers with a pen from my purse.
 


i should be reading gulliver's travels.