#tyler gobble

[largethingslargerthings]

Meditative Week of Poetry: Tyler Gobble

Here we are is what I'm trying to say

Beneath the red-white-and-blue striped awning

Where I eat my jerky in the rain

Forever beside the field where all

Your grandpa's cattle carry on

[forgottengenres]

Book Review: 'More Wreck More Wreck' by Tyler Gobble | Brian Alan Ellis

Texas poet Tyler Gobble is so crazy for Swayze that he named his latest collection twice.

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More Wreck More Wreck reads like the American dream if the American dream consisted of rainbows and astronaut helmets and Chicken McNuggets.

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Gobble is like Peter Pan with a really impressive beard whose talents lay in his poise, his optimism, and the playful exuberance in which he uses language:

You’re bound to get knifed at some point, a man on a bench says.

A bottle rocket flared from the dark.

I’m not afraid of knives or humans or fireworks!

I have been collecting my whole life!

Switchblades and Freds and Firecrackers.

What if he grabs a stick of butter by accident?

And when I come to, he’s made pancakes out of life’s terrible confusion.

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Gobble seems like he’d be a really good friend, like the kind who’d fix your bike if it were broken and only ask for a beer as compensation.

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A lot of the poems in More Wreck More Wreck have really tasty lines (This place hurts like a dream/where no one finds the missing baby) that get the ol’ brain motors humming, and then there are lines (You can fly your kite in the grape jelly wind) which make me want to vomit because I hate myself and cannot fully appreciate their giddy, innocent brilliance:

Flower in my rooster bed.

The rooster in my bed is a flower.

My bed is a rooster but also a flower.

Silly rooster, you can’t sleep in a flower bed!

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Gobble definitely wins the award for most jovial poet, and watching videos of him read to an audience is a pleasant way to spend a few minutes. However, my cranky inner-voice does not match the whimsical Gobble voice these poems possess; they zip right past me as I’m reading them off the page. In fact, I am jealous of them because they seem more assured, more cheery about life and about art than I may ever be about anything, ever:

There is the rain outside.

The fancy part is the umbrella,

the shoving to stay dry.

I probably need a good soaking.

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Even the darker poems seem like Candy Land romps:

Who will perform my sister’s abortion?

How will you get her to love America

the beautiful again? How will you get America

to love my sister the beautiful again?

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Gobble’s poems are like a suddenly drawn curtain on a bright, sunny day when all you really want to do is stay hidden in the dark.

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In short, you will probably like this book if you are young and not yet dead inside.  

Brian Alan Ellis lives in Tallahassee, Florida, and is the author of The Mustache He’s Always Wanted but Could Never Grow, 33 Fragments of Sick-Sad Living, King Shit (with Waylon Thornton), and Something Good, Something Bad, Something Dirty. He has written about books for Sundog Lit, Entropy, That Lit Site, Electric Literature, Gravel, and HTMLGIANT.

[heyteebs]

Poetry Mixtape 10

(art by Cat Glennon)

It's been a few months since I made one of these mixtapes—I’ve been supes busy, and in some ways things are better than ever before. In other ways, times feel dark as fuck and disheartening. Is it my fault for thinking the world could be anything but complete trash? Then I feel a mess. Then I remember, confronting/resisting/loving is important, in all times. It is important to continue to live--Poetry is one of the things that helps me do this. Here are some poems that gave me life recently:

1. Aziza Barnes, "Aunt Jemima" in Button Poetry

The muscles she got left shivers on her bones like a salt fish trying to understand air

2. Tyler Gobble, "A Little Clang Batter" in [PANK]

Here, open this bottle of sauce. I think I can/ do it on my own, but isn't it safer to not/ know for sure?

3. Chelsea Hodson, "Hotel Congress" in Powder Keg

Death is a rose/ it stops being lovely immediately.

4. Debora Kuan, "Portrait of a Woman with a Hoagie" in Glittermob

When God closes a a door, somewhere/ He opens a hoagie

5. Ocean Vuong, "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" in Poetry

I threw myself on the bed like a torch & watched the flames gnaw through my mother's house until the sky appeared, bloodshot & massive

6. Mandy Gutmann-Gonzalez, “The Doctor’s Office” in Hobart

The feeling of twenty lit sparklers being inserted. Don’t tense up, he says. His mouth clicks locusts.

7. Alexis Pope, “Pandemic” in Sixth Finch

Just b/c a thing/ hides doesn’t mean/ it’s gone just/ deeper

8. Layla Benitez-James, “God suspected my heart was a geode but he had to make sure” in Guernica

He has seen the flint gray tide slink out and hide.

9. Jacob Muselmann, “Clint Eastwood” in Toe Good Poetry

Sheriff by trade, studying the cowboy industry! He types into his profile

10. Tomás Q. Marín, “Extraordinary Rendition” in the Awl

her mother humming/ “Somebody Loves Me” with more heart/ than anyone she’s ever heard/ before or since

[mikeayoung]

Y'all i'm off again. This time with my enthusiastic and talented compadre Tyler Gobble. We're going to Houston, Austin, Denton, Fayetteville, Kansas City, and Lawrence. And we're reading with a bunch of killer coolios along the road.

Tyler's got a new book out called More Wreck More Wreck. It's fair set to burst out of its tanktop with particulars and soul. I've got the yellow and pink monstrosity called Sprezzatura that is now officially out from Publishing Genius!

This is my last tour of 2014, and I have only been to one of these places ever in my life, so I am tickled as a pickle. Please come and hang out with us! Tell your friends if you have friends in these places! =)

::: STARRY PLAINS NOVEMBER (TYLER GOBBLE & MIKE YOUNG) WITH FACEBOOK LINKS ::: — NOVEMBER 8th 2014: Houston, TX — at Kaboom Books @ 7:30PM w/ Katie Condon. — NOVEMBER 11th 2014: Austin, TX — Everything is Bigger Reading Series @ Nasty's Neighborhood Bar, 7PM, w/ Meg Freitag and Ray Shea. — NOVEMBER 13th 2014: Denton, TX — w/ Erin Lynch. Downtown Square @ 8:30 PM. — NOVEMBER 14th 2014: Fayetteville, AK — Burning Chair Reading Series w/ C.S. Carrier, Eszter Takacs, Jessica B. Weisenfels, and Daniel Woody. The Nines @ 7:30 PM.  — NOVEMBER 15th 2014: Kansas City, MO — w/ Bruce Covey, Tyler Gobble, Megan Kaminski, and Troy James Weaver. A Common Sense Reading Series at Irving Amphitheater @ 7PM. — NOVEMBER 16th 2014: Lawrence, KS — w/ Bruce Covey, Tyler Gobble, and Tyler David Sherman. Taproom Poetry Series at Eighth Street Taproom @ 5PM.

[altlitgossip]

click here to watch videos of a reading in Austin Texas featuring Ana Carrete, Tyler Gobble, Ben Kopel and Mike Bushnell

[unaffiliatedmagpie]

Unpacking Straight Down

The skydiver sighs the whole way down. Not even the bull could hear his feet lost in the grass. The colors engulf him, his parachute wrapped him for the first time. At some point it will be time to pack the backpack. It will be harder than the leap. From above the Wilson’s lake and into a cow pasture. Twenty-two hunks of meat eating and carrying on. It is Tuesday but could be a Sunday or Christmas or the morning of their execution. This gorgeous sight. This floating man. Who amongst us understands? Who amongst us isn’t baffled by the yellow and red and blue and green coming from his back. To smack a fly off one’s butt. The skydiver notices the stench. The skydiver second notices the sunshine somehow. It is hotter. The grass. The cows. All radiating heat like the big mirrors at the YMCA. Guys avoid eye contact after an hour of bouncing off one another.  Back to the office. No leap from a plane. Tomorrow he will figure out how much to charge a family of four to protect their home and car and lives. An envelope will tell them how much a risk they are. How much are they worth?

[noojournal]

Hi, this is Mike. Hope y'all are having a nice summer evening with not too many thunderstorms or missile attacks or dehydrated peas. I have two big pieces of NOÖ news, so I made an infographic for them. You can get the main news by looking at the picture above all this text. In all this text, I will explain the news emotionally. NOÖ has been around almost ten years, and while my love for NOÖ has not diminished, my energy for actually working on the darn thing has waned as my life has undergone major squiggles and changes in the last few years.  This means that I've been taking a crazy long time to finish NOÖ [15] and an even crazier and longer time to interact with all the people good enough to reach out to NOÖ in many ways, such as by sending us work they made and cared about and wanted to see in NOÖ. If people thought about NOÖ at all, they probably thought it died! It is easy for things to die in our infinitely scrolling world, or get ignored, etc. But I want to say I really appreciate—always and forever—all of you reading NOÖ and thinking of us as a good place for your work and just generally being around NOÖ to hang out and encounter the world with us.  In the nine years NOÖ has been around—as I've worked on it alone and with my friends Kyle Peterson and Ryan Call, as well as many other helpers and interns and submission readers and copyeditors, all of us volunteering our time—it's found a lot of readers and fans and good folks, in its quiet weird free punk grayscale stapled way.  Real talk: 99% of the writers I know, I met in some way initially through doing NOÖ! I honestly can't imagine what my life would look like without all the friends and cool people I've met through NOÖ and all the amazing work NOÖ has been able to broadcast and share. You might guess this is the part where I say NOÖ is over, I'm driving the boat out to the middle of the lake and driving the boat back alone, etc, and actually I really wanted to do that, but after reflection and discussion with friends, I realize that what NOÖ does is still pretty cool and unique. There aren't a lot of other free literary magazines as sneaky and exciting as NOÖ appearing both in print and online and popping up all over the country the way NOÖ does, thanks to the incredible network of support it's built over the years. And just because I don't have the same energy for it that I used to have doesn't mean it should die just yet.  So what I'm doing is handing it over to a new team of editors. Heading this team (in alphabetical order) will be:

Tyler Gobble — Editor in Chief ([email protected]) Austin Hayden — Fiction Editor ([email protected]) Gene Kwak — Fiction Editor ([email protected]) Carrie Lorig — Poetry Editor ([email protected]) Nick Sturm — Poetry Editor ([email protected])

These are all people very dear to my heart, and I'm tickled to Pluto and back that they've agreed to nurture NOÖ back to health and make it better than ever.  I'm going to stay onboard as designer (I still like that part!) and publisher (I have a pretty cool 9-5 job that helps me pay for NOÖ and keep it free), but all editorial decisions and correspondence will be handled by Tyler and crew. They already have a lot of great ideas about distribution, parties, and maybe even shirts*. *(We haven't really talked about shirts). *** Here are some good questions posed by a very aggressive hypothetical questioner: Q: YEAH YEAH THIS IS ALL REALLY CHEESY AND NICE (BARF) BUT WHEN IS NOÖ [15] COMING OUT? A: NOÖ [15] is coming out August 14th. You can see a tiny preview of the cover in the image above. Q: YEAH OK I'LL BELIEVE IT WHEN I SEE IT, JERK. WHEN IS NOÖ [16] COMING OUT AND CAN I SEND YOU THIS AMAZING POEM I'VE BEEN WORKING ON ABOUT HOW MY SPIRIT ANIMAL IS A CASHEW AND I FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE BLADED TIMER (I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT A BLADED TIMER IS BECAUSE IT'S IN MY POEM, WHICH YOU BETTER PUBLISH BECAUSE IT'S AMAZING) A: NOÖ [16] is coming out November 3rd. You can send work here: http://noojournal.com/submissions.htm. Q: ARE THERE ANY MORE NOÖ WEEKLYS COMING TOO OR ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A DWEEB, YOU DWEEB? A: New NOÖ Weeklys will be appearing after NOÖ [15]. Three are forthcoming, featuring the guest editorial efforts of Lauren Ireland, Meagan Cass, and Sharon Zetter & Lucas M. Rivera. *** Thank you again for reading and enjoying NOÖ. 2014 is a lot different than 2004 when it comes to literary magazines, and I'm actually pretty stoked that the landscape is chaotic and cluttered and loud. That's healthy. I'm hopeful that the beauty and energy of all the new editors will bring about a—wait for it, wait for it—new NOÖ (oh man) that still has a fun role to play in the campfire of independent literature we're all huddled and high-fiving and ghost-whispering around. Thank you for reading, have a good night, and please shower Tyler, Austin, Gene, Carrie, and Nick with your cashew milk smoothies of good wishes. See you on August 14th,  Mike

[jessstoner]

We're leaving Texas, for good, in two weeks. Each day we're still at sea level I thought I'd share something from one of the Austin writers/artists/musicians I've been lucky to hang with here. To start things off: the very sleeveless and awesome Tyler Gobble. His first book, MORE WRECK MORE WRECK, will be out from Coconut Books in the fall. I've linked to a poem of his I dig called "Sure You Understand." My two favorite lines: "Wow is a long word if you sustain it" & "You can’t fit the moon into enough poems"