Summer Reading

Summer is quickly approaching, which means no more tests, no more classes, and (hopefully) plenty of time for reading.

What are you planning to read this summer?

Cool reading resources:

A member of my blogging class created this blog to catalog her reading throughout this year. It seems like a good idea to put your reading to use.

Goodreads is one of my favorite sites.

You could always try to knock-out some of the Times 100 Best Novels list.

Want to read more literary journals? Here is a tiered list of journals for fiction.

Good luck with Finals Week and happy summer reading!

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Mmm Baby by Cody Davis

All the haircuts are making me blush
and your bare feet making waves
in Kool-Aid lakes are making me all warm.

Those darlin’ girls keep perching up over the bridge,
And giggling at our reflections and I laugh too
because I look all funny, the way I am to you.

You know,
we don’t know each other’s middle names,
or birthdays, or
sins,
but I’ll tell you to kiss me
and you’d think yes before you thought twice,
and then I’m in.
You are hooked and I will sell it to you.
I will stone you and you will be happy,
high and alive in happily ever after,
or what we make of it with sticks, beer cans,
and dumpster futons, fixed up by bong passing
handy-man men.

I’ll raise your Polaroid to the sun and
shake it red and grey until it evens out
to your annular bright eyes and taught smile.

I am ringing my tambourine and your kickin’ earth up a bayou.

Cody Davis blogs here.


Book Reviews

I have been asking several of you for book reviews, along with your written pieces, guest blog posts, and random commentary. The Southeast Review wants your book reviews too! This seems like a good opportunity for publication.

Also, I’ve heard quite a bit of buzz about the review publication opportunities through Rattle’s e-Reviews.

I’d encourage all of you word-lovers to put your reactions to paper (or Word Document) and send it to these fine places.


Reading! Reading! Reading!

We are helping to celebrate the release of Peter Davis’ new book with a reading by the man himself. Please join us. It will be fun.


Scrap Junk Cool-The Visual Side of Writing II

Hey, I’m Jeremy Bauer! Again! Hey, whoa, hi.

In my previous post I mentioned writing in the margins (which, coincidentally, is the title of the Writing in the Community publication I am a part of this year that will be coming out soon.!.). Sometimes I have pages where I get on tangents and my margins get primo filled like they’re in an eating contest and man, can they pack away the ice cream and sauerkraut. As a sort of disclaimer (DISCLAIMER..DISCLAIM HER…HE PROBABLY DESERVES IT MORE, I SAW HIM OUT DRINKIN’ AGAIN WITH LENNY ROTGUT AND THEY WERE BURNT TOAST, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, HE DIND’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO CALL, OR SCREAM, OR STAY FAITHFUL, THE TOILET MADE HIM RENOUNCE GOD), I want to say that not all first scraps are good. That’s the point of revision, and I really hope The Greats have bad scraps too, and I think they do. So be gentle, young wielders of the serrated serpent e-tongue. Oh, and don’t be afraid to comment about your views on the visual side of writing, or even start a flickr or something with pictures of your own notebooks. Make connections and keep ’em hard and vibrant like computers are beating us at!

"He's One of the Feather Children"

In the middle of this page is my original draft of a poem with the caption’s title. I frequently write notes to myself, sometimes even talk/write to myself, and just jot down whatever’s yelpin’ out my skull at the time. Sometimes I write future.

I’m gonna post a few more of these sometime in the near, and remember don’t be afraid to leave comments or discuss your own visual techniques in your writing, physically speaking.

Oh, and here’s what the poem looks like now:

He’s One of the Feather Children

She is an edible flower with skin
made of whispers
and veins that run black like botulism
in a can of tomatoes.

Do you know how you penetrate me like radiation fog,
making my cells contort and inflate with growing bulbs
that when the reach the brain make it dead?
(And they have)
Do I invade you like a logger to a tranquil South American forest,
stripping away pockets of life so strange
it can only be obscenely organic?
(Like you do to me)
I think in a past life we were some sort of Siamese animal
with two heads that struggled to kiss
and bodies that formed to be one
Or maybe we were both bones that interlocked to make
a young body work, or just the marrow that gelled
together to form cell-birthing chasms
(Oh, the chasms)

You are an edible flower with skin
made of whispers
and veins that run through me like botulism
fucks in cans of tomatoes.


Scrap Junk Cool-The Visual Side of Writing I

Hey, this is Jeremy Bauer doing a post as part of the Writer’s Community. Hey, whoa, hey!

Now I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but I finally borrowed some technology so here it is. I like seeing notebooks and scraps and such of writer–seeing their revisions, what sort of marginalia (margin stuff) they’ve added, etc. Personally, I write on a variety of things, such as pocket notebooks, legal pads, post its, composition notebooks, and of course the computer, but when using any paper medium I put tags, notes, and whatever else I’m thinking of at the time in the margins. A few weeks ago I saw one of Vonnegut’s original drafts of Breakfast of Champions all taped together with illustrations, penned notes, and all sorts of cool junk at the Lilly Library at Indiana University. I’ve seen various other original drafts of notable literary works and this stuff always makes me curious as to what the notebooks of writers look like. I decided to just scan some of my own and hope other people will do the same with there’s.

Show the world that we are visual, writers!

"I Wonder If Her Tongue Can Dance Like Flower Petals in A Breeze or Ants Dragging the Dead"

This is a poem I tried to put on my blog, but it was really about the alignment and shape of the poem, which was reflected in the content, and my blog provider or whatever they’re called doesn’t jive with different alignments. Writers are artists and most consider the visual element of their writing. This is why I wanna see the scrap birth.

By the way, the stuff below the poem is a collection of snippets that popped into my head for other things or just as standalone lines to be inserted or built upon later.

Hey!


A few quick things

Tonight, there is a second reading on campus called the Ricki Lake Reading, featuring our own Jeremy and Ryan, at 7:15 pm in HP100. Those guys are everywhere.

Because of the two readings tonight featuring several of our members, we are not meeting tonight.

Also, the Creative Writing in the Community reading for the Creative Writing Department is this Thursday at 6:30 pm at Cornerstone Center for the Arts.

Support writers!