The Jackalope Wars Chapbook Release Reading

Wednesday at 7 pm at Village Green Records
A Release Reading For Jeremy Bauer’s Chapbook The Jackalope Wars
Readings by Jeremy Bauer, Tyler Gobble, and Lindsey P LaVal; Hosted by Layne Ransom

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TWO COOL THINGS TO COME SEE

Hey Writers,

Next Tuesday, instead of our super cool weekly meetings, we’ll be hosting The Matt Hart/Michael Meyerhofer Poetry Reading at Bracken Library Room 104 at 7:30. Matt has a new book out, which I’m sure is stellar and Michael is always a fun guy. Also, a soon-soon-soon-to-be-announced Writers Community member will be opening for them.

Also, the following Wednesday, there will be a reading at Village Green Records at 7 pm to celebrate the release of Jeremy Bauer’s chapbook, The Jackalope Wars. Lindsey LaVal and Tyler Gobble (THATS ME) will be reading as well.

Please come to these readings, see some cool readers, pick up some awesome books, support The Writers Community.

BONUS:
I’m gonna get awkward and point you, dear reader, in my direction. Mike Young has come up several times during our meetings, so I wanted to let you know that I have a new post (interview, review, special piece) with Mike Young up at Smalldoggies Magazine. Check it out.


WEEKEND READING

SHEWWWWEEEE, mid-terms are over, you are caught up on homework, it’s getting cold. READ.

BUT WHAT?

These things:
New issue of The Collagist
Our cool officer Elysia’s Elimae pieces here and here
Whatever Roxane Gay says over at Pank
The Jackalope Wars by Jeremy Bauer (BEST FOUR BUCKS SPENT THIS WEEK)
This long thing by Matt Hart (WHO WILL BE HERE SOON) at the Equalizer

I’m not telling you what to do, just thinking this could help. I know you’re sad sometimes. ME TOO.

Also, if you want to get out of your dorm/apartment/house, a cool show at VGR on Saturday, featuring Husband&Wife and their new album, seems like a good destination.

TAKE CARE FOR REAL


The Jackalope Wars by Jeremy Bauer


I am stoked to announce the completion of a project I spent the summer working on: the debut chapbook of Jeremy Bauer.

This chapbook is the first release for Stoked Press. Jeremy Bauer has captured the words that were fighting their wars in space. Now, here they are in poem form, contained but still fighting, alive and kicking. CHECK IT OUT ON GOODREADS.

Some cool poet dudes wrote blurbs:

The poems in The Jackalope Wars are sort of violent, sort of sweet, and completely kick ass. I like Jermey Bauer’s words a lot. He presents a little corner of Hope in a big room of Hell. I want to quote a line from the book, but I keep getting distracted by other lines. Like how he writes: “Oh Baby, we are The Murder!” And I feel like, “Yeah, I hear you.”

-Peter Davis, author of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! and Hitler’s Mustache

In Jeremy Bauer’s The Jackalope Wars, creation is an event that is still happening all over us. And as the Gods continue shifting our atoms, the only response is war. William Carlos Williams said that “a poem is a small (or large) machine made of words.” Well, these poems are robots that have turned on the master in the sky. There is fire and blood and now my eyes contain lasers like swirling multitudes. These poems are large and they will eat you.

-Daniel Bailey, author of The Drunk Sonnets

Jeremy is a good friend of mine, and I’m real stoked to see his poems see the world on paper this way. I’ve been wanting to put out a chapbook for awhile, and to have Jeremy’s be my first, DAG YES.

The official release is next Tuesday, and they will be selling for four bucks. If anyone is interested in purchasing one, let me know.

Here is a poem to convince you:

Divine Dog Heads

My hurricane is naked
dripping with birds
soggy with birds
Teaming with white-as-angel’s-blood
gulls

Crying ‘cause they’re hungry
Hungry for french-fried dreams
and salted maritime varietals

They’re dipshits
Their hobbled calls for the true gleam
that envelops with radiant, slobbering
energy but hovers beyond
any manner of vision or scope
or material real

They fly with the dog heads
Heads of wisdom and divine luminescence
But they’re all bleeding and old
Wrinkled, tired muzzles
Tinged with gray and white and lost love

Their beaks hardly open, they creak
like decrepit doors ready to
fall from the hinges


The Broken Plate

The Broken Plate is Ball State University’s international literary magazine, accepting submissions from both students and outside writers for publication in the spring semester. The submission period is from Sept. 1st to Oct. 31st. Currently, we accept creative nonfiction, poetry, and fiction.

Notice how I used the first person plural there? Yes, I am lucky enough to be on the staff for this year’s issue, as a poetry editor. Joining me in the poetry ring will be Writers Community’s own Layne Ransom, along with some of our wonderful classmates. Additionally, Writers Community officer Elysia Smith has been named Lead Fiction Editor. We are all excited to join the ranks of current Writers Community members, such as Ashley Ford, Jeremy Bauer, and Ryan Rader , who have served on the Broken Plate staff.

Have you seen the past two issues? Oh you should! Five bucks will get you both as a special on the Broken Plate website. First person to do a guest post wins a copy of both from me for FREE. E-mail writersatbsudotedu for more info.

I encourage all Writers Community members to represent themselves and the WC well by submitting and hopefully publishing in this year’s issue of The Broken Plate. You could join the likes of Mark Halliday, Jimmy Chen, and Judith Skillman, among others, as writers in past issues of The Broken Plate. Best of luck.

Submission Guidelines


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!