Sunday, December 22, 2013
Morrissey Autobiography
Friday, July 26, 2013
Author of Note To Self
Friday, August 31, 2012
Praise for How Music Works
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Kevin Young
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
New Leonard Cohen Song to Be Streamed by The New Yorker
| New Yorker poetry editor Paul Muldoon, who has been listening to Cohen since 1967, said that he is "thrilled" this will be happening in the magazine, which has recently been acknowledging the great power and achievement of singer-songwriters. ... See all stories on this topic » |
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Listen To A Musical Interpretation of Murakami’s ‘The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle’
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
CAKE is proud to announce the release of "BOUND AWAY"
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2 year anniversary show!
7:00 pm; $15
New York's "most vital authors' series" (Time Out NY) celebrates it's second anniversary!
click here for tickets
Daily Dose Pick: James Hamilton
- 2:00 pm Monday Jan 3, 2011 by Shana Nys Dambrot
- Collecting four decades of work, James Hamilton’s You Should Have Heard Just What I Seencombines the dedication of a photojournalist with the passion of a true music fan and the eye of a fine-art photographer.The new book, edited by longtime friend and frequent subject Thurston Moore, chronicles Hamilton’s 40 years immersed in the downtown NYC music and art scene. Lovingly culled from the artist’s vast private archive, the volume also features never-before published candid photographs of icons from Joni Mitchell to the Ramones.Visit James Hamilton’s official website, read an excerpt of Thurston Moore’s essay via Vanity Fair, watch a video from Hamilton’s recent gallery opening in Tribeca, and buy a copy of the book
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Elizabeth Goodman
by Elizabeth Goodman
Book NineteenReview:
It is very much to Goodman's credit that Cat Power: A Good Woman sustains interest, especially since Marshall refused to participate. Goodman thoroughly explores the central drama of Marshall's life: the "career-long argument Chan has with herself…about whether or not she wants to be up there singing in the first place"…Goodman makes a decent case—to this skeptical reader, anyway—for Cat Power's musical significance.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why, I can’t see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
I don’t want be a bad woman
And I can’t stand to see you be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can’t see you no more
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don’t love you no more
Cause I want to be a good woman
And I want for you to be a good man
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Boog City's 5 Days of Poetry & Music
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Boog City's 5 Days of Poetry & Music
Friday, September 11, 7pm to 1am Boog Poet's Theater (starting at 9pm) featuring plays from Charles Bernstein, Corina Copp and Dana Ward, Kristen Kosmas, Filip Marinovich, etc. and performance by Dan Machlin (11pm) @ Sidewalk Cafe, 94 Ave. A, at E. 6th St., NYC
Saturday, Sept 12, Noon - 9pm Boog City Poetry Fest with many readers including UDP authors:Rachel Levitsky (2pm), Karen Weiser (4:45), Dana Ward (5:20) @ Unnameable Books, 600 Vanderbilt Ave, Brooklyn (btwn Prospect and St.Marks)
Sunday, Sept 13, Noon - 9pm Boog City Poetry Fest with many readers including UDP authors: Corina Copp (4:40) and Lewis Warsh (4:55) @ Unnameable Books, 600 Vanderbilt Ave, Brooklyn (btwn Prospect and St. Marks)
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Joe Pernice
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
What do people have to say about Leonard Cohen?
Michael Gnarowski's Introduction offers a perspective in which each contribution takes on added significance, while the collection itself provides context in which not only individual passages but all Cohen's novels and poetry may be further appreciated..."
Yes, Leonard Cohen is a poet!
I suggest you listen to some of the poems that turned into songs after you read this book to really get the feel for the "voice" of the man. A few months ago, I had the pleasure of seeing Cohen perform at the Beacon Theater and was mesmerized by his stage presence. The crowd of people that he attracted was unbelievable. There were a ton of celebrities, musicians and travelers in the audience. You could tell that you were in the presence of something special. If you haven't been exposed to Cohen, you need to rush out now and grab onto anything you can find.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Neko Case

When I was asked by Poetry to write an article for them I was ecstatic. I was flattered. I felt important! I agreed immediately. About twenty minutes after sending my e-mail of acceptance I paused to triumphantly sharpen my claws on the bookcase when I noticed the blazing, neon writing on the wall. It said: YOU'VE NEVER EVEN PASSED ENGLISH 101 AND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS MAGAZINE WILL KNOW IT. Why do I care? I'm not sure. I think it's because I don't want to let poetry down. Poetry is such a delicate, pretty lady with a candy exoskeleton on the outside of her crepe-paper dress. I am an awkward, heavy-handed mule of a high school dropout. I guess I just need permission to be in the same room with poetry.
I think the fear began in about fifth grade. Right off the top they said poetry was supposed to have "form." Even writing a tiny haiku became a wrestling match with a Claymation Cyclops for me. (I watched a lot of Sinbad.) We aren't too cool for poetry; it's the other way around. At least that's the impression I took from public school. The fact that these feelings would remain into adulthood is ridiculous. We all have the right to poetry! How could I still think it's for other people? Smarter people. What's doubly confusing is I don't have the same reservations when poetry is accompanied by music. Perhaps I feel that way because there is music all around us — it's the wallpaper of our lives. It's not considered precious in American culture unless a symphony is performing it.
I do know when a string of printed words busts my little dam and the tears spill over and I sponge them up with my T-shirt. I couldn't give you that formula before it happens, it just hits me like a bat to the face. That's a sweet, hot, amazing, embarrassing moment. It even makes me feel a little included, as if I have to be "ready for the poetry" for it to be happening.
I can't choose which kind of poetry I like best. Sonnets? Prose? I don't know the terminology. I just blurt out some fragmented gibberish into the vast, woodsy country of poetry. It freezes in midair. Here come some examples now . . .
Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus haunts me. Aaron's death speech is veiled, venomous gospel music. I read it over and over even though I've already memorized it like a teenage girl in love. W.H. Auden scares me under the couch (even when he's being funny). I hold my flashlight on "The Witnesses," with its haunting "humpbacked surgeons/And the scissors man," until my arm shakes, my trusty dictionary in my other hand. Dorothy Parker makes me manic! I can't even make it through the first three lines of "The Godmother" without bursting into tears. Lynda Barry and Sherman Alexie save my life constantly. They battle identity crisis with a sense of humor and a language that speaks so hard to me because they came from my home, in my own time, and they talk to me in our special parlance. They tell me I'm not crazy because they remember it too. It really is the old Washington State that created my personal brain-picture ABC's. (D is for "Douglas fir.") The same Washington State I can never go back to. Barry and Alexie volunteer to go in my place. Their memories make friends with mine. I can't live without them.
What do these poets have in common? They don't write sycophantic, roman-numeral-volumed postcards to God. They don't get all "love-ity-love-love" either. I get the sense they imagine their audience and want to comfort them. They are so good at it they even have the ability to comfort us with scariness. Sadness too. I think that is a powerful magic. They don't just write poetry either; they are playwrights and painters and singers and novelists.
How can we help them out? I guess we keep on needing them, even if it's kind of a secret. If the poets handed out anonymous comment cards for us shy poetry lovers to fill out so they could get a better idea of what we needed, I would direct them to the Osbourne Brothers' bluegrass classic, "Rocky Top." They say in two lines what poets and writers "Anna Karenina" themselves to death to convey, about a girl who's "wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop/I still dream about that." If those lines were written about me I could lie down and die. It is perfection. Uncool Perfection.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Jonathan Lethem

Sunday, September 21, 2008
The World in Six Songs

"This is the worst idea for a book I've ever heard - it makes me want to vomit. The idea encapsulates the very worst part of Western thought. It makes a purely Socratic distinction about something that isn't intellectualizable." [One week later:] "I take it back - I'm sorry! This is great!" — Joni Mitchell


