Dear followers and poetry fans,
I present to you my first collection, A Drinking Horn of Accumulated Expiries. Many months late, but I somehow only realized that it had been published now. Apologies for the delay. You can find it here.
As the name implies, it is a collection of various poems, and because the Poetry Will Be Made By All! Project – which collected poems from 1000 poets born on or after 1989 (link here) – allowed me to set my imagination loose I made this collection a showcase of various different styles. In that respect they are more of a sampling than a cohesive collection, but I personally don’t find anything wrong with that. Pretty much any Selected Poems collection is technically not cohesive either if one thinks about it, depending on the style wielded by the poet of course. And this is like a Selected Poems collection, but in reverse: instead of coming out later, it comes out first.
(The cover is in the standard format that the Poetry Will Be Made By All! project uses for all their collections.)
The plus side to a collection like this is that there is something for everybody here, or so I believe. Themes include travel, rumination, mortality, degradation, unrequited love and of course expiration, which I guess is not too different from mortality.
So do not hesitate to get a copy and see for yourself! So far it’s only in print but I will post an update here if and when it is available in PDF.
Also in other news, this will soon be followed up by a micro-chapbook titled Epicurean Ruminations from Turin & Beyond. The name speaks for itself: epicureans will love it, and puritans will enjoy observing their polar opposite from afar, as they would in a zoo. There’s a great publisher out there called Origami Poems Project who publishes collections that can be printed out and folded, like origami, into a micro-chapbook. Even though it will just be a few poems (and it will also be free and acquirable immediately) I have become an instant fan of the concept of a micro-chapbook as it allows the poet to really showcase the meat of his work without the filler, even more than a normal chapbook. And I say that as one who sighs when I hear of most micro-things these days.
I will announce its publication once it is done, but for now you can view the other poems published by the Origami Poems Project here.
A new poem should be published by Vox Poetica soon, but otherwise that’s it for now. Have a wonderful February, and thanks to all in advance who decide to acquire this collection. To put it mildly, I am profoundly touched by your curiosity.
The exploration of Dostoyevsky’s world continues. I’ve started the first in a three-to-four article set about the stage in Dostoyevsky’s life when he was re-establishing himself in St Petersburg after his Siberian punishment and exile. You can read the post here.
More should come in the near future, depending on my schedule and reading list. Hope all is well with all of you.
Activists and architects of political power
In negative degrees of inclement weather
Choose waning Romansch country as their focal point:
It is here where utopians battle the dystopians
Both sides advocating impossibility
In their fervent search for sustainability
Where elephants once trod
Unleashing power and emotion from
A cozy Piz Gloria of cacophonic commotion
Pinky fingers moist with saliva,
Chilled from the draft position themselves:
For within a small matter of time’s progression
The great wide world will achieve salvation.
This is about the World Economic Forum in Davos. Though much important talk about the world economy was covered, the visit of Trump and the gathering of power, as well as that of a random slew of NGO’s and others who are more defined by their social politics than role in the economy, make the current forum in Davos quite fascinating for me. Economics, by itself so productive a force in bettering the human condition, is being intertwined by all kinds of other things as it always is, in a part of Europe where an endangered language might die in our lifetime. An interesting scenario anyway.
NOTE: this poem was written for Rattle’s Poets Respond, where poets write about current events. To submit to Poets Respond or to simply see what other poets are responding to, click here. I recommend it!
Greetings Dostoyevsky fans,
Ever wondered how much time one should spend reading the works of Dostoyevsky, the Master of Petersburg? The answer is of course, as long as it takes to read everything! But for those not sure, I wrote a post about a minor work of his, Netochka Nezvanova. To say that it was an important work for Dostoyevsky is a given: it was his first attempt at writing a full-blown novel. But to me this has a special place as it led me to realize not only the enormous greatness of Dostoyevsky as a writer in general (if a minor work of his resonates as well as a major one, that is a good sign right?) but as one of my favorite authors of all time.
Need more convincing? Read the article here.
A happy Advent to you all!
I hope you are all having a lovely Samhain season.
As one can see on my publications page, several previous publications were for a magazine called Paris/Atlantic. As it was the magazine of my alma mater, it has normally been, like most university magazines, print-only. But this years addition has now been digitized, so you will be able to see my publication now by following the link here.
I should add that this years edition also features some writers who, while I happen to know them, are admirable writers in and of themselves: Lethu Msimang, Jeffrey Greene, Olivia Baes, Sian Melangell Dafydd and Noemi Bodnarova.
Currently poetry submissions have been on a bit of a slump as I have been going through a transitional period whose tentacles have slipped into almost every crack of my life. But that has not stopped me from writing more poems whenever possible. More will come.
Thank you for your views. And enjoy the autumn season.
When I finally memorized
the Boxer’s hidden stanza
the one used at their concerts,
I was overwhelmed
by secret emanations of triumph;
I believed in hidden knowledge,
the secret privileges oasis dwellers
defend from a khamsin of idiocy,
sushi appetizers the connoisseurs
sampled with ebony chopsticks
of plastic for unusual rarity.
– Arcata, CA 2011