Bloof Books will be closed July 15–24.
Orders may still be placed during our time off, but they will not be shipped until after July 25.
(We still have time to get some out this week though, if you place them by Wednesday, July 13.)
"Form is everywhere & it’s useless to deny it, so I like to play with the illusion of having control. This is from a series of sonnets that I’ve placed into small buildings, but since the bank owns the buildings that I move in, I am only paying mortgage. We have an understanding. The sonnet has agreed to the task of my subversions, that the security guard is on a permanent lunch break so we can get inside. A window that is open on the top floor? A claw in the painting? These are my micro-victories against hegemony."
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__________________ after dreaming that hungry women may resort to violence
An all-woman riot in the wilderness &
chained vultures & wolves smell the brawl
from their caves & forests policing, by force
of habit wanting everything for themselves
but the women channel a raging
feast, raining from the sky &
pushing up from the ground, so the animals
only end up eyeballing
bits of sky between the dull cloud of rank
wings & bared teeth
"This is a call to poets to stand together and vow to never change what we write and what we say when any part of the government body asks this of us."
"No matter how many poems I write I cannot undo my complicity, I cannot reverse the sea of gravestones, and my poems will never be an apology worth a single life taken by our collective national ignorance, greed and irrational fear."
"We need as many people being creative right now as possible because it is the creative people who will solve the problems facing the survival of our species."
"K. Lorraine Graham’s The Rest Is Censored also takes a look at the day and what one does to get through it. And it captures concern of not wanting what is expected: 'Wake up in a panic / about real estate / about not wanting it.' It also captures a life lived variously, which includes panic as well as connection to others and beauty.'
"The wide-ranging exploration of a life reminded me that there are so many others (perhaps all poets?) who are trying to figure out how to live, and while they may not arrive at any answers, the journey is well worth it.
"The Rest Is Censored reminds me of Fanny Howe’s essay 'Bewilderment,' where she offers one possible definition of the lyric: '[I]t is a method of searching for something that can't be found. It is an air that blows and buoys and settles. It says, "Not this, not this," instead of, "I have it."' Howe describes serial poems as spirals, and writes of the spiral-walker, '[T]here is no plain path, no up and down, no inside or outside. But there are strange returns and recognitions and never a conclusion.' Poetry makes sense to me for this reason: it is willing to raise questions and be happy to not arrive at answers."