Babe, come onto me

September 12, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

picture-18Lo, the oogly woogly wiggly toes of my puffinous pinkster!
Lo, the perpetual whirlpool of his gung ho rainbows!
Lo, the sabre-dancing jiggifunk of his eyeyeyeyeyes!
Behold his umpteen-breasted olympic warrior, mother-of-it-all, and recognize!

Do what your wife tells you

August 26, 2009 in The New Illiterati

I’ve just read some of your poetry and liked one line about the swastika in somebody’s nazi soup. All the rest strikes me as happily as receiving “GROW YOUR PENIS 3 INCHES LONGER AND THICKER” spam. I don’t have a penis, so haven’t the yearning to grow it longer and [...]

Killing yourself with poetry

August 23, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

‘Twas the eve of Nýhils 2nd international poetry festival, late autumn 2006. I was the manager for the second year in a row. For some reason I can’t remember we didn’t have any microphones. The Norwegian poet, Gunnar Wærness, had misunderstood his flight-information and missed his flight. The Swedish poets [...]

The Word is a Virus

August 14, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

Imagine a poem so robust and resourceful that it could survive humanity. Imagine that the Americans finally go completely bonkers and rip the globe apart with liberational glee, the nuclear dust finally settles and all that’s left of mankind is poetry. The mark of craftsmanship has always been durability. A [...]

Poetics Anonymous

July 21, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

I became a poet for more or less the same reason everybody else did: I’m lazy and I wanted to sleep late. That was the job description. You get to sleep late, drink late and most people won’t ever find out you’re stupid because what you do is beyond comprehension [...]

Scream Readings

July 15, 2009 in News

Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Last monday night (July 13) I performed with Paul Dutton at the Scream Literary Festival Mainstage outside in the warm but comfortable summer evening (the days here are not as comfortable). Paul and I were doing an expanded repeat of last years performance and I for one [...]

Award this!

July 6, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

A few years ago the Icelandic poetry world was rocked by a tectonic scandal that nobody noticed for weeks (and by now, everyone’s forgotten about). The country’s most prestigious poetry award, Ljóðstafur Jóns úr Vör, was given to the wrong poet. A young man from one of Reykjavík’s neighbouring towns [...]

Poetry – to the death!

June 22, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

As I may have mentioned before, poetry was (in Iceland) once considered a gift from God, the misuse of which could result in the loss of said gift. Thus 17th century poet Æri-Tobbi had his gift taken away for giving false directions (in verse) to a group of tourists (all [...]

Two thousand krónur’s worth of freedom

June 11, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

Your language is somebody else’s property. Not only does it get dealt with in grammar books, by officials making official rules for how things can and cannot be – but everytime anybody gets a good idea for a phrasing, a metaphor, a pun or a pickup line sooner than later [...]

Warning: You don’t need poetry

June 2, 2009 in Articles, The Grapevine, The New Illiterati

Anyone who gets a rudimentary education in the western world, or at least in the places I know anything about, is taught that poetry is like vitamins – it’s good for you. It’ll enlighten your mind, make you more aware of your emotions, your sensibilities, the entire scope of your [...]