Review Up At The Museum Of Poetry

Friend and fellow writer Michael Grover was kind enough to review my newest chapbook Automation, Man! (Bold Machines) over at The Museum Of Poetry. I hope you’ll give it a read and perhaps buy a copy of you have not already! Also, check out a lot of seriously good poetry while you’re visiting the site.

I’ve also been updating my YouTube with readings from my newest chapbook. I hope you’ll check it out, like and subscribe. I hope to add content on a regular basis.

Two New Poems

I have two new poems up in the new issue of the excellent French journal Pro/p(r)ose! It is a pleasure to once again be featured in this magazine, and have the opportunity for my work to receive exposure internationally. Their journal is definitely worth checking out if you are fluent in French, or like me, modestly trying to learn. I hope you’ll check out my new poems.

I am very eager to be featured in more French journals, both in English and in translation. I am also interested in re-issuing previous chapbooks in French. Editors or translators out there feel free to get in touch, or point me in the right direction.

An Accidental Period Of Time

I have a new album over at The Awareness Factory titled An Accidental Period Of Time a short six song collection ranging from noise to ambient sounds. This is the first digital solo album I’ve put up in quite some time, so I hope you’ll dig it. As always, all albums are available for streaming or download and priced as ‘pay what you want’. I’m excited to be experimenting with sounds again as I emerge from my hibernation. I’m extremely interested in compilations and splits, so feel free to contact me!

I’d be remiss not to remind everyone that my newest chapbook, Automation, Man! Bold Machines is still available on Amazon and priced around six bucks. I hope you’ll check it out, and as always, your support is extremely appreciated!

Resurrected, Again

It’s been forever since I’ve posted here, after a while I sort of presumed it dead. However, my creativity ebbs and flows and I feel what I hope isn’t a temporary surge of creativity. So here once again is my resurrection.

I’ve been slinging out a few submissions, and have some directions I want to explore sonically. We’ll see.

Until then, there is always room for one more factory poem. This poem titled After I Finish Writing This Poem is up over at The Museum Of Poetry

Hopefully more forthcoming!

A Glimpse Into My Writing Day

Recently, I was invited by Rob McLennan to submit to a fascinating blog project called My (Small Press) Writing Day. It’s an interesting look into the creative day of your average small press writer. It’s quite addictive and I recommend checking it out.

My post went up recently and I hope you’ll give it a read. I had fun writing it, as it’s something I never gave much thought to. I’ve dreamt about what I would like an ideal writing day to look like, which it looks nothing like with day jobs and real life often taking priority. I always felt my writing day was haphazard… but like with many things in life, once I looked deeper a theme emerged. My writing day is not perfect but it is mine, and it is better than not writing at all. You can check out My small press writing day here!

New Chapbook Out Now

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Out now from Analog Submission Press is my newest chapbook, Subliminal Syntax. Handmade and limited to 25 copies, the publisher describes it as “an 18 page feast of cut-up prose and syntactical deconstruction.”

This is my first chapbook in quite sometime and I’m very proud of it! I hope you’ll pick up a copy today!

 

Thoughts On The New Language

Writing is not a dying art form, but it is rapidly changing. Writers typing words into computers like this is becoming a thing of the past. Of course, writers and luddites alike have been saying for a long time that technology is killing writing; the only difference now is that I am not sure it is entirely a bad thing.

William S Burroughs stated that words are a virus and cited the advantages of hieroglyphic language. He also stated that words were tools of the control machine and used cut-up as a means to subvert said machine and reality as well. The cut-up method lives on to this day and has been utilized by artists far and wide both underground and mainstream, myself included. We all came to cut-up for varied reasons, but largely because ordinary writing had reached an impasse. Cut-up was taking us places that traditional language could not go. We knew, at least subconsciously, the limits of language. Experimental literature is alive and well albeit still in the fringes of modern literature. Some authors are moving beyond language entirely and defining (or re-exploring) the boundaries of ascemic literature.

However in the everyday world, language and how we perceive it may be changing more rapidly than it is in the art world, we just don’t think about it. Whereas outdated notions of tradition or formula inhibit many artists, technology adheres to no such boundaries.

The internet has changed the way we receive information and it would seem language is going through a slow metamorphosis. People are putting down magazines and newspapers to gather information online. Books and chapbooks are giving way to e-books. Blogs have given way to Facebook which has given way to 140 character tweets. Language is getting lean, like haiku. It is mutating and merging with image. The new language is a strange synthesis of words, images, sounds, hyperlinks, hashtags, and emoji. Literature is changing, as well as how we disseminate information. The way we “read” is changing accordingly.

It’s an exciting time to be a writer, provided you are not bound by the printed page. Of course the theories I am expounding are nothing new. There are innumerable artists far more talented than I that have experimented with form, communication and the new language for much longer than me and with much more precision. They too have realized the limits of language and how to overcome these limits. Still yet, I feel the need to reiterate and express the ideas to myself at the very least. You see, for all of my experimentation and grand ideas sometimes I still get hung up on words. I still get stuck on the label of “writer” which often leads to frustration as an artist. After all, how can the concept of “writer” remain the same if the concept of “reader” has evolved? Basically, how do I sell something no one is buying? We too must evolve and drop all notions of what a writer is. We must purge ourselves of noir imagery of the alcoholic writer with a cigarette dangling from his mouth slamming keys on an old Corona typewriter. Exterminate all rational thought. That is another lesson Burroughs taught us, but like the Buddha in the road we must also slay Uncle Bill and all of his wisdom. Nothing must stand between the artist and total freedom. Not you, not me, not words.