POETICS@pratt in the Pratt Library 4/16/15. Thistlemilk Press overseen by our poet Theo Brown on the first floor!
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POETICS@pratt in the Pratt Library 4/16/15. Thistlemilk Press overseen by our poet Theo Brown on the first floor!
besties at cuny festival supporting the press
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UL50RaU2wk8 NateĀ ānatā Ingham, a poet at his finest, in a series he cowrote and acted in. Cassie VS Chaos every thursday. His chapbook, Fountain Gun, can be bought here.
thistlemilk press @ the CUNY chapbook festival last thursday, with poets shelby cook (jean jacket), a.a. (bowler hat), and ryan thoresen carson (he took the photo) in attendance.Ā
Gabe Barva reads from his thesis work and upcoming chapbook, Emoā Death @ Zinc Bar, presented by Lungfull Magazine n the suave Jack Nachmanovitch A sampling of his chapbook, Winter Demo, can be found in our store.
two poems from Canāt Even, by Grace Dilger
I am wicker
bcuz it burns
very
Ā Ā slowly
photogenic
though
decrepit
I fast for 10 days
to go up
down
up
down
a high five for every
entity in white
up
Ā Ā down
up
down
where you canāt see
thatās where
the knowledge is
thousands of floating spirit
making duck face
taking selfies
clawing each other
like baby tigers
Ā splashing around in kerosine
one says I am God
I say I know
I am too
there no control
just command
I am only as powerful
as my connection
I donāt feel my body
but I see
it is that pretty green
copper turns
from years of storms
I come here to get things
explained to me
I ask questions
who should we sacrifice
why do I burn in the sun
can love really save anyone
spirit crowd surfs me
theyāre fingertips a bed of nails
I am a hollywood movie
the reel
it flickers
the theatre
it is empty
everything I thought I believed
I shat out on this journey
Gatorade no matter what color
cannot replenish me
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Figure out your spirit animal
by looking into my nipples n clucking your tongue one thousand times or you can google spirit animal n pick the cutest picture I myself am a jaguar I see through roads of chaos move without fear in darkness I empower with psychic sight I undress feral cats with my mind do not choose hippo they have terrible juju from knocking over canoes and eating people I am the hidden sun the spots on my face are stars n my wisdom is limitless but I do not have opposable thumbs therefore I cannot flush the toilet for you
Thistlemilk Press is very excited to announce its presence at this year's CUNY Chapbook Festival April 2nd, 2015! HOW GREAT IS THAT.
Our chapbooks are now available at Berl's Poetry Shop in Dumbo!
What a privilege it is to have such a staple of the Brooklyn poetry community support this micropress. Thank you!
why do people make such a big deal about mercury being between the sun and the earth i am between the sun and the earth i am miserable what will be my excuse?
Gabe Barva, Winter Demo
They all live at home with me now
two poems by Gabe Barva
Investigating Punk
how many ska kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?
two
one to drop it
one to pick it up pick it up pick it up
pop punk needs to be defended because itās weak
i like educating people about powerviolence
itās a hobby of mine
once i overheard a professor make fun of emos for being feeble and lame
it hurt my feelings
so i guess i proved her point
i accidentally refer to nyhc as lchc because of grand theft auto iv
my relationship with fear is more confusing and complicated than any relationship iāve had with another human being
why did the farmer start listening to punk rock?
he was sick of hall nā oates
midwest post-hardcore is distinctly different from dc post-hardcore, so itās important when i specify which one iām talking about, mom
all i wanted was an apartment in bedstuy, to sleep comfortably, the entire criterion collection, the complete works of roberto bolaƱo, to live in the universe where metallica got faster instead of slowing down, to be able to drink evan williams like i used to, to have a book published by wave or fence, a pepsi
sometimes i go to shows just to smoke outside
i bought a pair of cheap earbuds that make everything sound like iām listening to it outside of a venue
theyāre my most prized possession
all moshpits are quiet
iām sick of people saying that grindcore is metal not punk
letās slap the bag
talk about poetry
the modern lovers
and pretend the bar weāre in is cbgbās in the seventies not purgatory in 2014
Investigating Mercury in Retrograde
mercury is in between the earth and the sun
it looks like itās moving backwards
the iron in mercury fucks with magnets
(fucking magnets, how do they work?)
this makes technology
and people not function properly
(is this why i canāt send iMessages?)
i donāt really know what any of this means
i donāt get science
(is astrology science?)
itās nice to have an excuse
for being a sad, insecure asshole
now that i donāt have āalcoholismā to blame
i saw american football at saint vitus
on october 12
when they played āthe summer endsā
every sad moment of my life flashed before my eyes
i call it emo death
iād like to apologize to my roommates
for having to listen to my playlist
āi donāt even know what to doā
thatās 90% sadcore and emo
every night for the past few weeks
iām so sorry you have to endure this with me
why do people make such a big deal
about mercury being between the sun and the earth
i am between the sun and the earth
i am miserable
what will be my excuse?
Chapbook available for purchase here
A.A. reading from Cage @ Zinc bar Thistlemilkās first reading also featuring Nathan Ingham with Fountain Gun, Ryan Thoresen Carson with Bullhorns in Bed
Bullhorns in Bed is on its way
25 books in the first edition of Nathan Ingham's chapbook, Fountain Gun, will be on sale at Thistlemilk Press's first reading at the end of January.
Stay tuned!
merry xmas and holidays and don't forget kwanzaa yeahhh
People are trying to touch each other. We believe ribs have the same potential of fingers interlacing because we know our bodies were made to lock into each other and that humans were made to touch each other. We were assembled in three parts; the father, the son, and the holy ghost. The father is the language we speak in our minds, the son is the flesh, and the holy ghost is the love we can feel swelling in our main cavities, the skull and the chest. But the ghost is dead, we killed it when we forgot how to reach into each other, when we forgot the code unlocking the soul, and when we made nonsense words like soul and skin and fear and god and love. We stopped understanding the father and started hating the son. We separated ourselves from one another when we separated these parts within ourselves. If you leave me itās because I failed to touch you.
a.a, Cage
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