tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70322236362215475232024-02-02T02:42:56.585-05:00The Nondisenchanted Foreshore:: The Smoking Carillion ::Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-30613902563141225662015-12-31T11:25:00.000-05:002016-01-03T15:03:55.130-05:00Ten Books of 2015
The Times Literary
Supplement annually asks writers to name the books that meant the most to
them in the past year. I think this approach is more respectful of the reader
than the typical “best of 2015” list, as it does not imply some kind of
participation in a literary-award industrial complex built on annual marketing
or career-making cycles. In that same spirit, here are the ten books Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-17807939448387165462014-08-28T13:51:00.000-04:002014-08-28T13:51:24.021-04:00I Shall Be Enchanted (W.H.Auden)Enter with him
These legends, Love;
For him assume
Each diverse form
To legend native,
As legend queer;
That he may do
What these require,
Be, Love, like him
To legend true.
When he to ease
His heart's disease
Must cross in sorrow
Corrosive seas,
As dolphins go;
As cunning fox
Guide through the rocks,
Tell in his ear
The common phrase
Required to please
The guardians there;
And when across
The Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-39163289455470691672013-09-05T13:20:00.000-04:002013-09-05T13:20:21.572-04:00Two New Chapbooks from Brooklyn Arts Press in review
These books are available from:
Brooklyn Arts Press
154 N 9th St #1
Brooklyn, NY 11249
www.BrooklynArtsPress.com
Dear Mark: poems by Martin Rock. 43 pages. (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2013)
This is a series of poems addressed to Mark Rothko. The poems are intricate, with a fine sense of the anticipations that can occur at the edges of its short, transformative lines, where images upend Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-43806316661005685752013-07-29T11:30:00.001-04:002013-07-29T11:30:26.099-04:00I enjoyed the New York City Poetry Festival for 2013I had fun wandering around and hearing poems coming towards me from all directions. That's a true New York way to do things: go at your target from every conceivable direction. I heard many good poems. The day was sunny and hot, and I didn't bring enough money for the food trucks. I'm not going to write an essay or review about my experience, but I was happy to read a few poems, "Cousin" which isDouglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-26342566367270166132013-06-14T10:53:00.000-04:002013-06-14T11:05:51.514-04:00The Golden Treasury by Francis Turner Palgrave #72, Elizabethan poem by Henry Wotton--
Character of a Happy Life
How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought
And simple truth his utmost skill;
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world with care
Of public fame, or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Or Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-89463981113490381582013-03-13T06:24:00.000-04:002013-03-13T06:24:57.915-04:00The Next Big Thing QuestionnairePoet and ecologist E.J. McAdams tagged me to answer:
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margin-bottom:.Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-3573293889056479672013-02-17T19:53:00.000-05:002013-02-17T19:55:23.844-05:00The Unused Blog Takes on SpamWhile I rarely use this blog, I do keep it around for sentimental reasons. A mark of a time. A time of marked activity. It was an active blog, but not a very well-remarked blog. I eventually realized it was eighty parts personal vanity, and twenty parts a contribution to the written art, and a source for critical, personal and miscellaneous notes on life. It persisted as an activity for me for a Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-38688081550481401042013-01-03T08:59:00.001-05:002013-01-03T08:59:16.410-05:00BloggingPerhaps one day I will blog again. Though the demand is just a whisp of a notion, an afterthought.Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-84614589116414350362012-08-06T12:34:00.000-04:002012-08-06T12:34:21.549-04:00I miss the days of blogging as a fine art. I mean, when blogging was part of the work I considered important.Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-65318789347100333562012-04-15T18:31:00.004-04:002012-04-15T18:43:45.570-04:00Caudal Chords, Axial CordsI realize that my friend never gets lost, and though I insist that we are heading in the right direction, I inevitably turn out to be wrong. What patience my friend must have, to again and again follow me down the wrong street and not speak a word. And it sucks to know how often I have to rely on my friend’s judgment about directions, urban and intellectual, as I try, each and every day, to Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-84310084413617174152012-02-17T18:36:00.001-05:002012-02-17T18:37:10.383-05:00Hi BlogHello. Tonight is cool, the weather is clear.Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-33035965416562238132011-11-16T23:51:00.002-05:002011-11-16T23:53:43.793-05:00Ellis Is. EnumaDouglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-36320946802869333082011-11-05T12:40:00.003-04:002011-11-05T13:02:25.947-04:00Preference has been moved to increase discoverability. Susceptible to giant news camera + million-dollar blonde in the bougie chelsea market I hold this slateboard as if holding my magical member cupped in hand at my crotch on the train where the trimmings and trappings of power provoke a kind of mental armoring. The news camera beckons me, as does the million-dollar blonde, while a plain Jane Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-35628988205683352932011-10-15T12:34:00.002-04:002011-10-15T12:40:44.221-04:00Poemfondle and pullrecollections of a lonely wandererfrom a rotting bog of garbageearnestlythe thinness of lifein consumerist complicitywell wishhole in the chestangerbooks & spaceweaknessthinking and forgettingtiny cyclesmall wisps aroundthe nerves of the brainor whipscanned fooddry featurecompulsivesmokingmonitoringTuesday aubadeelectric lightcoffee & the men and womenwho grew it, picked Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-18449463709570711862011-08-08T05:39:00.017-04:002011-08-08T06:50:27.014-04:005th Annual Welcome to Boog City FestivalScenes from the 8th Annual Small, Small Press Fair. August 6, 2011.
sunny.
august.
hot.
Evie Shockley reading from her chapbook of prose poems (Belladonna*, 2010). She also read from her new book The New Black (Weslyan, 2011).
Leigh Stein reads from her sheets and keeps the crowd in stitches.
Magus Magnus exponentializes his Heraclitean Pride (Furniture Press).
Helen Vitoria reads her Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-47636825019415051952011-07-31T11:12:00.019-04:002019-01-09T10:04:27.672-05:00Scenes from the First Annual New York Poetry FestivalJuly 30th & 31st. Governors Island, New York City
Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseresSublimi feriam sidere capite
Note: video quality seems choppy on my machine, and is best viewed with the audio turned off.
Brooklyn Ferry to Governors Island from Pier 6 from Douglas Manson on Vimeo.
The Ferry ride is quick, but fun. The readings were held along the beautiful & stately Colonel's Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-12901997389938238522011-07-13T16:05:00.006-04:002011-07-13T21:51:26.548-04:00If You'd Only Known / It's Hid From Your EyesHör auf Mich un ConseilFocus constantly to make your worka celebration of the joys of human existence.Trace the lives and live the tracesof all that surrounds you.Notice children first and seein their eyes the world is small,smaller than the mile in which they move,the smaller circle of a parent’s handmore alive than a thought that revolves& devolves on the edge of pluto's ellipseor such men Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-76237845590879671112011-06-29T19:45:00.003-04:002011-06-29T19:55:54.588-04:00Americans Aren't Going Out to Get New Stuff as Much as They Used ToWe are erogenous and emotional nomads who refuse history as bad conscience, and memory as mental detritus. We are determined, each one of us, to learn all the functional skills necessary to have a life rich in experiences, give and take pleasures by way of our demonstrations of mastery over all kinds of things--ordering food and settling bills and shopping and planning fun-filled adventurous Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-55381428927434714402011-06-18T13:07:00.012-04:002011-06-19T08:11:23.468-04:00a reading of new poetry and fictionJibade-Khalil HuffmanDouglas MansonMolly PrentissNancy WeberSoul Cafe at The Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd7420 Fourth Avenue, Bay Ridge, BrooklynTime: 7:30PM Friday, June 24th, 2011Jibade-Khalil Huffman is the author of "19 Names For Our Band" (Fence Books, 2008) and "James Brown is Dead" (Future Plan and Program/Project Row Houses, 2011). His works of art and writing have been Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-64304492295969921802011-04-24T09:16:00.008-04:002011-04-24T09:55:34.550-04:00"Easter in New York" by Blaise Cendrars, 1912.Pâques à New York Seigneur, c'est aujourd'hui le jour de votre Nom,J'ai lu dans un vieux livre la geste de votre PassionEt votre angoisse et vos efforts et vos bonnes parolesQui pleurent dans un livre, doucement monotones.Un moine d'un vieux temps me parle de votre mort.Il traçait votre histoire avec des lettres d'orDans un missel, posé sur ses genoux,Il travaillait pieusement en s'inspirant de Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-45274709662032155812011-04-02T13:55:00.011-04:002011-04-09T23:11:08.515-04:00A book I likeI like the proliferative momentum of this book. Hank was published last year (2010) by Action Books. I do wonder, though, just how much my sense of it depends on having heard these poems read--or incanted--or what have you, by the author himself before I opened it.While reading this book this morning, a phrase from a Kenneth Patchen recording kept popping up in my mind:"The tune's got shoes!"HankDouglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-53805525230205860372011-03-24T20:56:00.008-04:002011-03-29T21:27:19.549-04:00Works ReceivedHere is a list, in no particular order, of poetry books accumulated over the past 6-9 months: they were given to me for review; given as a gift from authors, publishers, editors; or I bought them. I want to acknowledge those who have sent me works, read them to me at readings, or told me a lot about how they were made. Poets and poetry publishers will sometimes give their books away (don't tell Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-2196270453095252602011-03-11T18:23:00.005-05:002011-03-13T08:40:58.348-04:00Sweetest SurrenderIt is an unusual feeling, looking through the corrective lens of hindsight. And it is harmful to eschew foresight in making any life-altering decision. To think of what one is capable of walking into, and willingly--it defies reason. Talk about it. Tell people. From the perspective of friends, or occasional confidants, there is a sympathy that does not seem understanding enough. THIS, one Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-29327127595823598392011-02-28T20:10:00.003-05:002011-02-28T21:00:38.672-05:00May 31, 2008 to August 21, 2008May 31, 2008BlueWhat can you do?Three of us wore blue.McCaffery shot two.Please check out: http://www.chax.org/Karen Mac Cormack's _Implexures_ complete text (Chax Press, 2008)Steve McCaffery's _Slightly Left of Thinking_ (Chax Press, 2008)A nice pair!June 2, 2008windyMonday afternoon. Emerging from printed cocoon of old texts in English translation, emerging onto this tight little electronic Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032223636221547523.post-49060074905540147922011-02-25T08:25:00.007-05:002011-02-25T10:26:23.264-05:00March 4, 2008 to May 30, 2008March 4, 2008learning to ask in the past year i learned more about myself than in the previous ten years.April 17, 2008who is that? As far as I can tell, there are two or three readers of this blog. Reasons: 1. i don't tell anyone i have it (i'm shy). 2. i don't post very often.The result is that i love my little bloggy. it feels like mine, there all along, Douglas Mansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943791167663878388noreply@blogger.com0