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!
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.
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!
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
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:
MUSES: KENNETH REXROTH AND CHILD
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
X ♥ X THANK YOU EVERYBODY X ♥ X— Neutral Norway (@NeutralNorway) June 2, 2013
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Beth Lisick | Sister Spit
I can’t stop watching videos of Sister Spit, even when the sun is shining outside.
page from If Not winter: Fragments of Sappho / trans. Anne Carson
“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