NEW POEMS BY TIM PAGGI

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23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source article. Where words came from.

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What we’re reading

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I keep miscounting but I think Megan McShea’s *How to have a day* is actually the tenth handmade publication concept made under “Ink Press Productions” not including broadsides & zines. Can you believe it? Can you believe how time is both long and short?

I see how IPP (and me as a book designer & artist) have developed with *How to have a day* because it is truly unlike any book I’ve seen. It doesn’t stop amazing me how with just a second look, the entire object is an experience. And I think, really I helped make this? So many hands have worked through the production of this idea to become a book. I could never thank these people enough for how proud I am to be of them:

Of Megan​ for writing this fantastic collection of poetry – poetry that enthuses my wondering mind and helps me meditate, helps me let the earth sparkle. Thank you.

As well, thank you to Jackie Milad (jackiemilad.com) for making these beautiful illustrations to hug the pages of the book, suggesting that there are creatures beyond us in this universe and others.

Of course, I can never stop thanking tracydimond​ for taking a role with me under inkpressproductions. And thank you for the stellar interior design that gracefully encourages the course of these poems.

Thank you to josephayoung​ for the unending patience and concentrated aesthetic input.

& BIG thanks to all my <3 lovely friends <3 who have volunteered their hands to help make this and other ideas corporeal. And thank you to those who continue to encourage our journey in books.

Now, the release is finally here – in two days, hope to see you there: Friday we’ll celebrate our art of DAYS in the Red Room at Normals​ Bookstore – one of my favorite places in Baltimore to have a literary party. Holding this book because it literally fits in my palm, it is hard to believe it’s real –

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Amanda on development and growth.

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[16] : view booklet here.

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OOOO

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Contemporary Poetry

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ANNOUNCEMENT /// Night Redacted by Chelsea Hodson & Puritan Landfill by Brian Foley are now available to listen to, download, & share for free at blackcake.org.

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Party poems yall

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New edition of Big Lucks!

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WORTH

To ignore my self-reflections, and downsize my worded grief, I'm materialized into a friendly maze of mall. I forgo epiphany to attain abyss and cola. I buy to look less fat, more with the time, more overjoyed. My outsides arrest me in the dressing room's mirror. Not only do I hate them, I'm aware that I hate them. My insides are worth nothing but their weight in spirit junk.

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lauren and tim

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Lindsay’s

Anna Crooks

Grace Davis

Lily Herman

Brian Nicholson

Tim Paggi

Steven Riddle

Amanda Schmidt (dj)

Brendan Sullivan

March 12, 2015

9PM

Fllrrssttrryy

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SCYTHE VARIETIES A floppy disk descends, through lightning, from black clouds. I catch it, boot up its program, and it asks me "What's your real job?" Do you really want to know? I itemize varieties of scythes, of encumbrances. I mop up after nerve-soirees. But that's not me, that's not me. Me: the lone "I" on an island, cracking coconuts to find debtors' inquiries within. Sun, stars, moon, etc. They find me face down on the beach.

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STILL LIFE WITH SNACKS AND SKULL

I march through vast markets, trying to die less quickly by checking nutrition labels. Will this burn calories or will it make my heart burst? There’s no failure like orange cheese powder, but I buy and eat it the same. Without wishing to see within, I pry open the plastic bag: The small chips lay always at the bag's salty bottom, thinking "why me shattered in the manufacturing process?"

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SWORD HEAVEN (radio edit)

In a world of men, one man stands apart, alone: one man, one sword, one vision of a chosen sword unconformistly hacking through the crystal machinist ragescape. And watch out: a woman, too, knows how to wield a different but also impressive, swordlike blade. From the makers of “Sword Heaven” comes one man’s epic quest to “outman” this world of swords, struggling to become a man’s man, man, man, man, man, man, man, man.

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A CUTE PARALYSIS

My inner monologue really runs the show around here, micro-managing along with my self reflection dialogue. My brags come in 4 sizes: "humble", "deeply honored", "brave" and "obligatory." It's getting drunk outside. All my friends are comedians. Oppression logic dictates "Live in the moment." Dragging my heart through decency I learn, to survive, that being good is not enough.

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STURM, DRANG

I'm not lightning or thunder, but one storm at a time, I word myself from disaster. Black is the new--no, wait-- I was about to use cliche in a way I'd regret later. My sadness is the same as yours, my happiness the same, too. And if you should ever call the suicide hotline I'll pick up and inform you "I'm listening, I've been there, but that's all there is to give you, besides the sound of falling rain. "

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INVALUE

How much do you pay when you pay attention, if you're staring into yourself? I grieve for myself, thinking I can do anything. I set my mind to sinus pain, excel at drudge and daymare. They awarded me the Bronze Star for irritable brain syndrome. I've paid thirty two years tending to my awkward garden, planting panic daily, over-watering migraines, failing to yield daisies.

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SOLD

Over and over I alter absolutely most of me but I swear I'll never rewrite my lack of motivation. I type the word "Advancement" then backspace eleven times, while converting my resume into vortex format. I seek out the position "Assistant Manager of the Inferiority Complex." My skills include weight and gain. My most sellable asset? That my cage is a happy cage.

SOLD Over and over I alter absolutely most of me but I swear I'll never rewrite my lack of motivation. I type the word "Advancement" then backspace eleven times, while converting my resume into vortex format. I seek out the position "Assistant Manager of the Inferiority Complex." My skills include weight and gain. My most sellable asset? That my cage is a happy cage.SOLD Over and over I alter absolutely most of me but I swear I'll never rewrite my lack of motivation. I type the word "Advancement" then backspace eleven times, while converting my resume into vortex format. I seek out the position "Assistant Manager of the Inferiority Complex." My skills include weight and gain. My most sellable asset? That my cage is a happy cage.SOLD Over and over I alter absolutely most of me but I swear I'll never rewrite my lack of motivation. I type the word "Advancement" then backspace eleven times, while converting my resume into vortex format. I seek out the position "Assistant Manager of the Inferiority Complex." My skills include weight and gain. My most sellable asset? That my cage is a happy cage.