June 17, 2013
Kick-ender

We are now into our FINAL week up on Kickstarter, the prizes are all starting to come together, along with some big plans for the future of NN Press! Your help is HUGELY appreciated and hopefully a smidgen of this is reflected in the REWARDS that we’ve been busy putting together for you all! 

11:32pm
Filed under: kickstarter poetry prizes 
June 15, 2013
What The Last Evening Will Be Like by Edward Hirsch

You’re sitting at a small bay window
in an empty café by the sea.
It’s nightfall, and the owner is locking up,
though you’re still hunched over the radiator,
which is slowly losing warmth.

Now you’re walking down to the shore
to watch the last blues fading on the waves.
You’ve lived in small houses, tight spaces—
the walls around you kept closing in—
but the sea and the sky were also yours.

No one else is around to drink with you
from the watery fog, shadowy depths.
You’re alone with the whirling cosmos.
Goodbye, love, far away, in a warm place.
Night is endless here, silence infinite.

2:31pm
(Notes: 1)
  
Filed under: edward hirsch poetry i like poems 
June 11, 2013

A pocket-sized bundle of six handmade poetry zines from the Neutral Norway collective is now available HERE - it’s quite a small run so snap them up quick!

Featuring:

How to increase your dick size - Michael Milner

I am you in the mid-eighties - Aimee Bea Ballinger

Nrub nrub nrub - Hannah Levene

Eating in the rain - Percy Currie

Chaos Zine - Alfie Prendergast

Goast Goat God - Deva O’Neill

 

5:15pm
(Notes: 12)
  
Filed under: poetry zines nnpress Deva O'Neill Hannah michael milner Percy J. Currie Aimee Bea alfie prendergast bigcartel fun 
June 7, 2013
TOP-POCKET BUNDLE!

TOP-POCKET BUNDLE!

10:58am
(Notes: 8)
  
June 6, 2013
DEBRA WEINSTEIN : SEVEN POEMS

I think this is what I mean to publish every time I think WHAT SHOULD I PUBLISH. I think this is what lies under every poem for me. I thought I’d put this up already, so much so that I have spent the last ten minutes searching through old posts. I am in adoration of Debra Weinstein for her MEANING, really MEANING something, yet still pendulous and scratchy and beautiful. I first discovered her in THE NEW FUCK YOU, which is in itself SOMETHING and heavy and rough and straight. These two poems come from a larger collection called ‘Seven Poems’ and I implore you to go search out the other five: 

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Deva x

7:22pm
(Notes: 1)
  
Filed under: Debra Weinstein jism queer writing lesbianism the new fuck you getting pregnant the harder way 
June 6, 2013
MUSES: KENNETH REXROTH AND CHILD

MUSES: KENNETH REXROTH AND CHILD

4:12pm
June 3, 2013
What happens next?

THANK YOU VERY MUCH to everyone who helped us reach our £350 goal on kickstarter - we are forever in your debt and prizes will be winging their way to you all soon…

HOWEVER we do still have 22 days left up on the site, so here is a little list of (some) of the things we will do with any very generous EXTRA funding we may accumulate over the next few weeks

buying an isbn number or two, so we’re able to get the books into even more shops and libraries, covering costs of postage, paying the hardworking designer who is going to help us with making the book actually look something like a book, materials and printing for brand new PROSE BEFORE HOES merchandise, launching the book at a great book launch which of course you are all invited to and MORE EVENTS!

Rest assured we won’t be spending a penny of your money on takeouts or in bars.

Thank you again, keep spreading the word X

10:37pm
June 3, 2013
*KICKSTARTED*

more news soon

7:46am
Filed under: kickstarter poetry book books poem 
June 2, 2013

Beth Lisick | Sister Spit

I can’t stop watching videos of Sister Spit, even when the sun is shining outside. 

5:11pm
Filed under: sister spit poetry Aimee Bea beth lisick michelle tea 
June 2, 2013
eideticfields: page from If Not winter: Fragments of Sappho / trans. Anne Carson ______________________________________________________ “Wet and ragged, your mouth that tastesOf my own flesh. Read to me againThat twisting music of that languageThat is of all others, itself a work of art.Read again those isolate, poignant wordsSaved by ancient grammariansTo illustrate the conjugationsAnd declensions of the more ancient dead.Lean back in the curve of my body.Kiss me again. Think, sweet linguist,In this world the ablative is impossible.” -Kenneth Rexroth, fragment from When We With Sappho ______________________________________________________

eideticfields:

page from If Not winter: Fragments of Sappho / trans. Anne Carson

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“Wet and ragged, your mouth that tastes
Of my own flesh. Read to me again
That twisting music of that language
That is of all others, itself a work of art.
Read again those isolate, poignant words
Saved by ancient grammarians
To illustrate the conjugations
And declensions of the more ancient dead.
Lean back in the curve of my body.
Kiss me again. Think, sweet linguist,
In this world the ablative is impossible.”

-Kenneth Rexroth, fragment from When We With Sappho

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(via tenderblog)

3:22pm
(Notes: 11)
  
Filed under: poetry sappho rexroth 
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