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1968 IS CALLING DON’T ANSWER
Designed by Kristina Krkljus
DOWNLOAD HERE
HOW TO PRINT
#empowerment
I'm looking forward to coming together with writers around the country and around the world in solidarity this Sunday. Real Art Ways is a ...
Poet Crush List
I'm flattered to be on this Poet Crush List (http://stickpoetsuperhero.blogspot.com/2016/06/2016-poet-crush-list-six-pack.html?m=1) among some very fine poets, but feel compelled to let you know my books are not out of print. Both Lit Windowpane and Girl on a Bridge are available at the MSR Bookstore (https://mainstreetragbookstore.com/?s=Suzanne+Frischkorn) for a very reasonable price. LOL!
I'm so honored to have been invited to participate in this powerful series.
Starfish in the woods.
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It was not a scorpion I asked for, I asked for a fish, but maybe God misheard my request, maybe God thought I said not “some sort of fish,” but a “scorpion fish,” a request he would surely have granted, being a goodly God, but then he forgot the “fish” attached to the “scorpion” (because God, too, forgets, everything forgets); so instead of an edible fish, any small fish, sweet or sour, or even the grotesque buffoonery of the striped scorpion fish, crowned with spines and followed by many tails, a veritable sideshow of a fish; instead of these, I was given an insect, a peculiar prehistoric creature, part lobster, part spider, part bell-ringer, part son of a fallen star, something like a disfigured armored dog, not a thing you can eat, or even take on a meaningful walk, so ugly is it, so stiffly does it step, as if on ice, freezing again and again in mid-air like a listening ear, and then scuttling backwards or leaping madly forward, its deadly tail doing a St. Vitus jig. God gave me a scorpion, a venomous creature, to be sure, a bug with the bite of Cleopatra’s asp, but not, as I soon found out, despite the dark gossip, a lover of violence or a hater of men. In truth, it is shy, the scorpion, a creature with eight eyes and almost no sight, who shuns the daylight, and is driven mad by fire, who favors the lonely spot, and feeds on nothing much, and only throws out its poison barb when backed against a wall — a thing like me, but not the thing I asked for, a thing, by accident or design, I am now attached to. And so I draw the curtains, and so I lay out strange dishes, and so I step softly, and so I do not speak, and only twice, in many years, have I been stung, both times because, unthinking, I let in the terrible light. And sometimes now, when I watch the scorpion sleep, I see how fine he is, how rare, this creature called Lung Book or Mortal Book because of his strange organs of breath. His lungs are holes in his body, which open and close. And inside the holes are stiffened membranes, arranged like the pages of a book — imagine that! And when the holes open, the pages rise up and unfold, and the blood that circles through them touches the air, and by this bath of air the blood is made pure … He is a house of books, my shy scorpion, carrying in his belly all the perishable manuscripts — a little mirror of the library at Alexandria, which burned.
–Brigit Pegeen Kelly
BLANCHE: And turn that over-light off! Turn that off! I won’t be looked at in this merciless glare! Me: [Nods head] I hear you, Sister. I hear you.
Come work with us at UDP
Ugly Duckling Presse is now seeking interns for internships beginning in March and lasting until October.
UDP interns work with our editors and managers to oversee the daily operations of the Presse: packing orders, promoting events, coordinating review and subscriber mailings, maintaining our database, and all the many tasks, large and small, that go into keeping the Presse running. You’ll learn how to update our website, design our promotional materials, print our covers, bind our chapbooks, and charm our reviewers. You’ll help edit, proofread, assemble, promote, and sell every one of the UDP titles we print during the course of your internship. You’ll partner directly with UDP editors on everything from fundraising to fact-checking. And we will never, ever ask you to get us coffee.
If you are interested in interning with us, please send a hard copy of your resume with a cover letter to the UDP address below. Students, recent grads, not-so-recent grads, ABDs, and dropouts most welcome!
Deadline for application: February 1.
Please send inquiries/materials to:
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Please pass word along to any potentially interested parties.
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Bowie is among us. Right here In New York City. In a baseball cap And expensive jeans. Ducking into A deli. Flashing all those teeth At the doorman on his way back up. Or he’s hailing a taxi on Lafayette As the sky clouds over at dusk. He’s in no rush. Doesn’t feel The way you’d think he feels. Doesn’t strut or gloat. Tells jokes. I’ve lived here all these years And never seen him. Like not knowing A comet from a shooting star. But I’ll bet he burns bright, Dragging a tail of white-hot matter The way some of us track tissue Back from the toilet stall. He’s got The whole world under his foot, And we are small alongside, Though there are occasions When a man his size can meet Your eyes for just a blip of time And send a thought like SHINE SHINE SHINE SHINE SHINE Straight to your mind. Bowie, I want to believe you. Want to feel Your will like the wind before rain.
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?” (Life on Mars, Graywolf Press, 2011)
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