Every instance of swearing on the Sopranos
March 23, 2009 in The New Illiterati
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Frost & Jarrell
March 18, 2009 in The New Illiterati
I realize this blog isn’t about me personally, but I’ve had the flu and I’d like to share it. Atsjú! Otherwise, while concentrating sternly enough – sturdily enough – I read The Feminist Avant-Garde in American Poetry, by Elisabeth A. Frost and Poetry and the Age by Randall Jarrell. Frost’s [...]
White Power Giver
March 16, 2009 in The New Illiterati
The name of this German tea, that I found in my local teahippie-shop, was not translated with the love and care it would’ve needed. Tweet
#8 Ingibjörg Haraldsdóttir (1942-)
March 8, 2009 in The New Illiterati
The Head of a Woman by Ingibjörg Haraldsdóttir …
Mmmmmore Conceptual Flarf
March 4, 2009 in The New Illiterati
If every word spoken in New York City daily were somehow to materialize as candy-coloured stool from the jejuna of a million baby pandas each day there would be a shitstorm. If every word written in a NYC newspaper were somehow to be made matter in a world of candy-coloured [...]
Flarf vs. Conceptual Poetry
March 3, 2009 in The New Illiterati
Battle of the Titans – more here. Tweet
An ocean in an archipelago of languages!
March 2, 2009 in The New Illiterati
The people of Helsinki speak Finnish. Mostly. A minority speaks Swedish as a first language, but they all speak Finnish as well. So when you go to the grocery store, you speak Finnish. A lot of my friends – mostly through my wife – have French as a first language [...]
Blert, insomnia and Ida on Litlive
March 1, 2009 in The New Illiterati
Not being able to fall asleep, I thought I’d jot a few words down. First of all, some time ago I came into possession of a book called Blert by canadian poet Jordan Scott. Probably through Angela Rawlings, Derek Beaulieu or Christian Bök – I’m not sure anymore, they’ve all [...]
#7 Sigfús Bjartmarsson (1955 – )
February 27, 2009 in The New Illiterati
From Zombie 58 The blood does not taste any longer only this resounding colour ill tempered all over town drunk on sweat and nails and the aftertaste of past cheap tricks and so pink-lucid in the city-bone yet the porcelain-eyes keep theirs rolling the rim of a glass and the [...]
Poetry Portal and Poetry Scandal!
February 26, 2009 in The New Illiterati
Couple of things: I have opened a poetry portal. If you have suggestions for streams to be incorporated, please write. Thanks go out to Jón Örn Loðmfjörð for boundless help. It’s still a bit slow, but convenient despite the slowness. I had some stuff over at Other Cl/utter the other [...]