The new issue of SIR! Magazine is up and about and waiting for you. In it you'll find poems by
Andrew Michael Roberts
Peter Davis
Sampson Starkweather
Karyna McGlynn
Chris DeWeese
Garth Graeper
Chris Salerno
Kathleen Rooney
Kate Dougherty
Rebecca Farivar
Catullus (translated by John Cotter)
Luke Bloomfield
The wonderful Emily Goodale designed the issue as well as created the cover image "Breakfast"
Just click on your favorite suckling to find your favored poet.
Submission are now open for issue four.
Once again thanks for reading.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
SIR! 3
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Monday, December 28, 2009
glitterpony

I have three new poems in Glitterpony, a good looking, well endowed ramp manager.
Xmas was boss. Got a dutch oven.
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
25

I made a list for HTMLGIANT of 25 notable poetry books of the decade. It was fun.
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Ear

I got this in the mail the other day. Its a reissue of translations Paul Auster put to paper in 1972. Poems by Char, Peret, Artaud, Breton, Souplalt, Desnos, Aragon, and Arp. A great little collection. A beautiful book. Black, red, white.
Rain Taxi has a bunch of other chapbooks available. Russell Edson, Dara Weir, Alice Notley, Stephen Dixon.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Now Available from Brave Men Press

We're pleased to announce Julia Cohen's new chapbook FOR THE H IN GHOST in now for sale.
In For the H in Ghost, Julia Cohen names the blank space,
representing what is and what is not with ribbons of text that run
like veins in an invisible, immutable tongue.
Julia Cohen's first full length book, Triggermoon Triggermoon,
is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press. She lives in Denver
and is the poetry editor of the journal, Saltgrass.
Cover is letterpressed with grey ink on white paper.
Printed in a limited edition of 83.
17 pages.
read a sample poem
$9
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ALSO AVAILABLE FROM BRAVE MEN PRESS
Series #7 Coinsides featuring Dan Boehl and Mike Young

Featuring Mike Young and Dan Boehl.
Actual size 2 3/8 x 4 1/8".
Each Coinside printed in a limited edition of 23.
Set of Two.
$3.50 for each, $6.50 for both
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Janaka Stucky's YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY FREEDOM has SOLD OUT.
We will be making a second edition in January. A pre-sale will appear on the website shortly.
A limited edition chapbook from Mathias Svalina is due this spring,
as well as a chapbook by Brian Foley.
Visit Brave Men Press.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wrecking Crew

A copy of Larry Levis' Wrecking Crew costs $50. Sometimes $92. Someone please reissue this. These early poems fit nicely somewhere between David Youngs' Sweating Out The Winter and Greogory Orrs' Gathering The Bones Together. It is a softer surrealism.
Age
On the post
of an abandoned wharf
a sea gull settles,
fixes me with a hard star,
and grows old.
The boards move gently under my feet,
we're floating.
-Larry Levis
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Old Movies at Ink Node

Hi.
I published a poem at Ink Node. Its called Old Movies.
You can go and look at it and then rate it, right here.
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
A Reminder
Brave Men Press will be in the East Village tonight for a special showcase. Farrah Field, Sam Starkweather, Mark Leider, Luke Bloomfield, and myself will be reading. We will have copies of our new chapbook by Julia Cohen, THE H IN GHOST for sale for the first time. Come and shake.
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Jericho Brown has a book called Please.
I wish you tamed. I wish what you fear—
A night alone in the forest.A father who leaves you there. I wish you
Were ten years old again. And in loveWith Marvin Gaye. I wish you saw his daddy
Shoot him. I wish you asthma. An attackIn the field. A lump in your chest. A doctor
Who won’t touch it. I wish you’d live foreverAfraid of dying. See the circus and be content.
Animals crawling like infants for the menWho made them. I wish you would
Sniff a man. I wish his whipSharper than fangs. I wish you could know
I don’t close, his head in my throat.
How bite-less I feel, the mouth
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I have just found something...
...and several more. Follow the lit words.
Gunpowder
I won’t stick my chest out before someone else’s firing squad
just so history might say I passed that test. That’s no way
to live. Gunpowder speaks for itself. To be alive at this party
you have to be conscious of your breath. I am party-conscious,
and you are not. Thank goodness we are both breathing,
my arm cast across the bed and over your body,
and I am waiting to be told what it is I feel under my arm,
a tap-tap not unlike the near-hopeless rhythm of someone
signaling from beneath infinite rubble. It may be my heart.
It may be your heart. There is infinite rubble on the news.
There are infinite contexts in which an open heart is not
nearly a good thing, contexts I do not nearly wish to name.
by Benajamin Paloff
Stolen from Jacket Magazine, October 2007
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Among the principles the Zapatistas enunciated were mandar obedeciendo (lead by obeying), para todos todo, nada para nosotros (everything for everyone, nothing for ourselves), and preguntando caminamos (walking we ask questions). These mottos articulate a flexible, modest, hopeful, quixotic grasp of how to step forward without stepping on anyone. “Walking we ask questions” is one of their ways of insisting that they do not have answers – “our specialty is proposing problems”, they say, not solutions – and that questions can carry you forward. The Zapatistas made it clear that the old Left – domineering, centrist, convinced that if it ran the state then the state would set us free, ready to pass judgment, fond of one-size-fits-all answers, full of its own globalizing tendencies – was dead. They were too polite to put it quite that way, but there it was, and a hazy yet often luminous new political-cultural era has arrived.
I see the insurrectionary diffidence of the privileged young around me as inspired by this, up to a point. It is as though they have vowed never to be bullies again, but in so doing find it hard to stand up for (and to) things. I like the humility, the gentleness, but I want those that come after me to dream big dreams and try to change the world – to feel powerful, with all the burden and opportunity that goes with that power. “Engaged withdrawal,” the term for the creation of alternatives and the refusal to participate in what is seen as corrupt, can be an effective mode of social and political change, but sometimes engagement is necessary.
-Rebecca Solnit
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Trakl

Anniversaries. The Berlin Wall, of which my uncle once brought my family a small chunk; and this time last year I first read Georg Trakl. A friend told me his name was pronounce "gay-org."
My Heart at Evening
by Georg Trakl
Toward evening you hear the cry of the bats.
Two black horses bound in the pasture,
The red maple rustles,
The walker along the road sees ahead the small
tavern.
Nuts and young wine taste delicious,
Delicious: to stagger drunk into the darkening woods.
Village bells, painful to hear, echo through the black
fir branches,
Dew forms on the face.
From 20 Trakl translations by Robert Bly and James Wright,
This version of The Heart... differs greatly from the Daniel Slimko version. The rhythm, the breaks. Over the editor of the Liliput Review talks about Trakl's influence on Wright.
I Was Afraid of Dying
Once,I bought this book to be sure
I was afraid of dying
In a field of dry weeds.
But now,
All day long I have been walking among damp fields,
Trying to keep still, listening
To insects that move patiently.
Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly
In empty snail shells
And in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the
------earth.James Wright

If you're not like me, you can view all of James Wright's collected poems here.
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Readings - Turner Falls & NYC
Tomorrow night I read at the Slope Reading Series with Chris Tonelli and Janaka Stucky. It's at The Rendevous and starts at 7pm. *Performer Bios*
Brave Men Press has been invited by Boog City to take part in its D.A. LEVY LIVES: CELEBRATING THE RENEGADE PRESS series. On Nov 24th we will invade NYC
Farrah Field, Sampson Starkweather, Mark Leidner, Luke Bloomfield and myself will be representing. Music will be performed by French Ancestors.
More info below -
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
NOW AVAILABLE from BRAVE MEN PRESS - YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY FREEDOM by JANAKA STUCKY
YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY FREEDOM
by Janaka Stucky
Cover is letterpressed with gold ink on red paper.
Printed in a limited edition of 60.
23 pages.
$9
Janaka Stucky has had poems appear in Cannibal, Denver Quarterly, Fence, Free Verse, No Tell Motel, North American Review, Redivider and VOLT. He is the publisher of Black Ocean and its literary magazine, Handsome.
READ SAMPLE POEMS - http://bravemenpress.com/stuckysample.html
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