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Saturday, September 8, 2018

Monday in Philadelphia at the Black Sheep Pub



Monday, September 10 at 7:30 in Philadelphia

Painted Bride Quarterly presents
hosted by Paul Siegell

Kirsten Kaschock
Pattie McCarthy
Catie Rosemurgy
Shanna Compton


Black Sheep Pub
247 S. 17th Street


Four Philadelphia-area poets of Bloof will be reading at the Black Sheep Pub! Copies of Catie's new chapbook, First the Burning, will be available. Come see us.

Monday, July 2, 2018

FIRST THE BURNING by Catie Rosemurgy


First the Burning, "dark" cover art: typescript, matches,
compressed charcoal, eraser, fire, river water
First the Burning, "light" cover art: typescript, matches,
compressed charcoal, eraser, fire, river water



First the Burning 

Catie Rosemurgy 

July 2018
7 x 7 | 42 pages
$8

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Volume 3: Issue 7 (2018)
ISSN 2373-163X

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FIRST THE BURNING begins with a girl emerging soot-smeared from a river, having miraculously survived a fire that engulfed everything for miles. "Every so often there's a fire that changes everything," she explains. But what if that fire somehow returns to burn again, impossibly, every day? What happens to the girl who survives, who does she become? As she persists in the cycle of daily disaster, she begins to wonder if there is more than one girl, herself and another, a not-quite twin, in her perpetually scorched surroundings. Every day as the townspeople are "strung onto the fire like beads," we lose track of which fire is raging now, and which girl in these burning woods is which.

Excerpt: 

They say that just before the fire arrived, animals came pouring silently
out of the forest, all kinds together, heading to the river, “enemies and friends,”
their tongues hanging out.

For days before, the sun was “red” and “swollen,”
“many times its normal size.”
The moon was “not itself.”

The earth is always showing us how to have the wildest experiences.
While she runs, I remain still and mark her trail
like an axe blaze on a tree.

Also this: up close, her pupil moves quickly,
like a whole other creature living in her head.
If you don’t know what I mean, maybe it’s been too long
since you’ve had a friend.

Haven’t you ever been a rough, rough man a hundred miles away
from even a scrap of soft cloth to rub against your skin?
Then you look down and see a bolt of silk.

Not once such a man? I don’t believe you.

--

About the author:

Catie Rosemurgy is the author of two books of poems, My Favorite Apocalypse and The Stranger Manual, both from Graywolf Press. She is the recipient of fellowships from the Pew Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Rona Jaffe Foundation. She lives in Philadelphia and teaches at the College of New Jersey. First the Burning is an excerpt from a longer book in progress, The Forthcoming Disasters of Gold River.

From First the Burning (Bloof, 2018)


Unique scorch marks on each copy's front flyleaf






Monday, May 7, 2018

BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS by Peter Davis





BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS

Peter Davis

6 x 9 inches
236 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-70
$16

Publication date: April 2018

NOW AVAILABLE
The fourth book of poems by Peter Davis, Band Names & Other Poems
Preorders ship in February, exclusively from Bloof Books. Retailers will begin stocking the book in mid-March.

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In Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!, Peter Davis asked himself, "What would happen if poets told the whole truth about themselves and their artistic ambitions? What if every poem were stripped down to radical honesty?” In TINA he asked, "What would happen if every poem were addressed to the same person, someone not exactly a beloved?" 

This time around, Davis started not with a question but a dare as his constraint: create an endless list of band names, each plausible, spanning a variety of musical styles and eras, without exhausting the concept.

BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS is the result of that experiment, the Oulipo-inflected descendent of Raymond Queneau’s 100,000,000,000,000 Poems, sort of, but funnier and about bands. Turns out, naming bands is a peculiar linguistic activity—they’ve got their own grammar, and a flexible form that’s as ready to satirize current events as to indulge in a really bad pun. Readers will soon find themselves visualizing and even hearing the bands: understanding how Shock Fawn differs from The Stitch Release, why Stations of the Crossbow could never share a bill with Trauma Rasta or Gretchen Retch, while Midnight in Fairy Tales opening for Paper Kate makes total sense. When Trump Wall and the Mexico Pays does a contemporary-country cover of “Foreign Scandal” by 80s punk legends Reagan’s Assassination the crowd goes unwittingly wild.

Two books in one! OTHER POEMS consists of 40 standalone pieces like “Ocean Radiator,” “The Use of Youth,” “The Future as We Planned It,” and “Succeeding in America.”  

PETER DAVIS's previous books of poetry are Hitler’s Mustache, Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!, and TINA. He writes, draws, and makes music in Muncie, Indiana, where he lives with his wife and kids and teaches at Ball State University. For more information visit artisnecessary.com.

Poems from this new book have appeared in Ampersand; the Awl; the Believer; Big Bell; Columbia Poetry Review; Forklift, Ohio; Masque and Spectacle; interrupture; Juked; Omniverse; Open Letters Monthly; Poet Lore; Powder Keg; Rhino; and Sixth Finch.


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EXCERPT (originally published in Omniverse):

Succeeding in America

It is not as if I can capture the high road simply
by mowing everyone down at the ankles. In fact,
as I try to navigate the crust, I find my desire
to spring forward is held in check my desire
to fall back. It’s like, for each and every Newton
there is an opposite Newton, say, a fig, a Wayne
who is chubby as a tween but a real fucker
on the banjo. Also, as far as showmanship goes,
it’s hard to beat a drum harder than all the
daydreaming eyes at the soda fountain or all
the twinkling cheeks at the record store. For
every black button on a lapel, there is a tiny wish
in my heart. At every hopeful talent show
the number of dance steps is the same number
of steps to my bed. In my bed, where my dreams
are cartoon surfers, I can feel the musing of
the future. I feel the skin that isn’t yours spread
across an ocean that isn’t ours. It’s like the foam
in my throat is a bubbled snake, like the vest
in my chest is a fur grenade.

THE CITY REAL & IMAGINED by CAConrad & Frank Sherlock

Cover photo by Zoe Strauss

The City Real & Imagined

CAConrad & Frank Sherlock

6 x 9 inches / 92 pages
Publication date: May 15
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-9-4
$16

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Bloof Books is thrilled to be reissuing this book-length sequence by CAConrad and Frank Sherlock. Written collaboratively after daily walks through the streets of Philadelphia, the sequence is a natural extension of their friendship and lives as poets in a shared place. 

"This city was/is ours," says Sherlock, "as it is for everyone who lives here, loves here and hates here, for better or worse." "We met at LOVE Park each time, a dozen times total," explains Conrad. "We alternated who would lead the walk through the city, so the experiences were shared. This is a collaboration of shared absorption of Philadelphia, and not at all written in that pass-the-paper back and forth kind of way. This is collaboration on a scale of sensory trust, trust in each other's abilities, trust in what each other will provide for the day, and for the poem."

Out of print for several years, this updated edition has been completely redesigned and expanded, with a cover photo by Zoe Strauss and an afterword by Thom Donovan.


Reviews

"Too often we forget about the 'human' in human geography. This book reminds us that every city is a peopled space. As Carl Sauer writes in his 'Foreword to Historical Geography,' 'We know that habitat must be referred to habit, that habit is the activated learning common to a group, and that it may be endlessly subject to change.' What Conrad and Sherlock really enliven in their book is this sense of 'activated' or 'active learning' that is (and should) be 'endlessly subject to change.' Cities change. Places change. 'Oh bondage up / yours. We echo this in different languages.'"
 —erica kaufman, Jacket2

"In The City Real & Imagined a polyphony of voices speak through Conrad’s and Sherlock's exchanges. Or, to be more specific, Conrad and Sherlock speak with these voices; such voices are not just ethnographic curiosities but come from people the poets see around, talk with, and with whom they share a conversation. Through this conversation with Philadelphia’s neglected, Conrad and Sherlock argue for an open public discourse against American hermeticism." 
—Thom Donovan, Poetry Foundation

"Their works, their lines are made as if
written and photographed
by the street itself
as if the street had eyes (which would be Zoe's lens)
and tongues to speak in honest spurts,
which would be Conrad's contrarian joy bursts
and which would be Frank's calibrated quirks,
the lurks and twists of his combinations:
the pretzel vendor, the 10 dollar T-shirts,
the project roof,
the guy who pushes
that metal-filled shopping cart—
their writing, their art
intertwining, to manifest the frankest proof
of the real, to state and articulate un-conned truth." 
—Rachel Blau DuPlessis (read the rest)

About the authors


CAConrad is the author of 9 books of poetry and essays, the latest is titled While Standing in Line for Death (Wave Books, 2017). A recipient of a Pew Fellowship in the Arts for Literature, they also received the Believer Magazine Book Award and the Gil Ott Book Award. CA is currently working on a (Soma)tic poetry ritual titled, "Resurrect Extinct Vibration," which investigates effects the vibrational absence of recently extinct species has on the body of the poet and the poems. They teach regularly at the Sandberg Art Institute in Amsterdam, and their books, essays, films, interviews, rituals and other publications can be found online at http://bit.ly/88CAConrad

Frank Sherlock is the author of Space Between These Lines Not Dedicated, Over Here, The City Real & Imagined (w/ CAConrad), and a collaboration with Brett Evans entitled Ready-to-Eat Individual. Poems beyond the page have found their forms in installations, performances, and exhibitions, including Organize Your Own: The Politics & Poetics of Self-Determination. He is a 2013 Pew Fellow and 2014–15 Poet Laureate of Philadelphia.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Note on shipping to Canada


We are unpleasantly surprised to find it is no longer practical for us to ship our books to readers and reviewers in Canada, at least not directly from our HQ in New Jersey.

Here are the new USPS rules: http://blog.stamps.com/2017/12/26/important-usps-making-changes-first-class-mail-international-flats/

We have processed all outstanding orders, but as of today we will be refusing/refunding orders and review copies that call for shipping into Canada. We're researching some workarounds, but here's the gist:

For a typical 6-oz. poetry paperback, the shipping to Canada via First Class International Package Rate would be $9.50 US, above and beyond the $15 or $16 cover price.

Some of our books are a good deal heavier than that. Recently it cost us $16 in postage to mail a single copy of our largest book to a reviewer in Canada. To ship that book to a reader, we'd have to charge $32, double the cover price.

We can reroute review copy requests via our international printer network, but that also costs us $10 a pop. So we can't do that, like, a lot.

We are internationally distributed though, via Ingram/Lightning Source and various wholesalers. So your favorite local booksellers and online bookstores up there should be able to get the books to you that way, with much lower shipping fees.

Exception: We think the chapbooks can still squeak by as First Class International Letter Rate, unless they are over 3.5 oz. The only way to get our handmades is to order them directly. We're upset that this means some chapbooks may not be available to our readers outside the US.

But we'll keep looking into this.

In the meantime, please note that the PayPal buttons on this site do not accurately reflect this new rule, and orders placed to Canadian addresses will be refunded/rerouted as necessary. (We're about to rebuild the site and store and will address that then. Our Square store only accepts US orders anyway, per their own policy.)


Sunday, April 29, 2018

That time of day, sitting in a chair

There's still time, but let's avoid
the lawn and the idea of all lawns
in time and space. Another
poet writing about her lawn, but
what does it mean to throw in
the towel and what is gained
by holding onto anything? No coach,
and the lawn is a lawn, not a boxing ring.
At work on Saturday, hanging an institutional
banner with zip ties that break.
In any lull, imagine a weekend:
A nice hotel with a tub,
imagine taking muscle relaxers,
not splitting the pills in half.
We've redacted pronouns, but
your family is still here. Not
at the hotel, but here. On the
lawn, maybe. Or gardening.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

My pre-revolutionary decadence

My body is ready to defend my babyand run. The ants scout new paths.
Or I am agitated, anxious and irritable
while the male dove sits on the eggs at night
and the female roosts nearby. The mild
mania of sleep deprivation and the
sleep deprivation of late Capitalism. The
good enough worker and the good
enough mother. No more "mom" as
prefix, no more reader suggestions
on regressions and sleeping. I lack
ambition but want some things: Love,
sleep, travel, wit, a healthy spine.
A spine with natural curves. Slight euphoria.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Figure 16

 Anyone can say     he might have made errors in judgement    or most of the performers were the audience but         did the intended recipient ever hear you are my favorite professor      so far in collage?    The book most occupied       was the one counting   on modular dividers while the mail carriers      and adjuncts changed without notice Does anyone need          a general understanding when the obvious pelts us daily? Right under our noses       which have mysteriously departed or euphemism for being suffocated in the immediate death-trap         of planning or not planning for that which isn’t Paradox of discarded objects         that ought to be described                I would rather be a student     in collage than college in mess than mass         no paradise The dancers rearrange themselves to think about gravity      as agency then drape their bodies over the nearest available surface--     watermelon ottoman autocratic exaggeration each other each other           each other Attention glues to contact Instead of going to sleep she said           I’m just going to close my eyes and think about what I might dream about

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Affect-moulding behaviour

(Milk) expression. Napoleon thought he was civilized
and civilizing when he marched his army to Egypt
in 1798. And in 1932 the Seventh Heavy Battery
of the Royal Australian Artillery alighted at
Campion in Western Australia to shoot migrating emu.
That was this morning. Is a breast pump face plate
replaceable? When babies who can barely
speak great each other with waves. Rabbits touch noses,
and I am strangely familiar with colleagues. We're
alive, please don't fire me. The breast pump face
plate is broken. There is no one to appreciate
how calm I am or see my abbreviated rage
toward this badly-made object, it's design unchanged
since the 30s. Abbreviated rage about metonymy:
that old cow. There's this idea that animals can
shake off stress and not take things personally.
There's this idea that we can suffer less.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Without Warning

One day, I will begin dressing like Tania Balachova
as Inèz Serrano in Huis clos and I will be
honest about my evil deeds and cruelty.
But just now I tried to rub toothpaste
into my dry hands. I have a leather sofa
from Ikea, not un canapé bleu. I think of the savory 
snack first not an antique sofa.
I'm so tired. An antique sofa sounds uncomfortable.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Jennifer L. Knox in the Washington Post


Screenshot of top portion of Washington Post article by Jennifer L. Knox. Headline reads "I really wanted that student to feel censored: A poetry class confronts slurs, and finds grace." There is a small author photo in the lower right.


A glorious surprise! We didn't know this was coming, but it's a great piece in the Washington Post for National Poetry Month/NaPoWriMo, in which Jen discusses what happened in her classroom when a student (for the first time in her experience) included an ableist slur in a poem he brought to workshop.


Find all four of Jennifer's books—Days for Shame & Failure, The Mystery of the Hidden Driveway, Drunk by Noon, and A Gringo Like Mein our store here.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

8

[expired]

An Elaborate Kind of Turn

When emotion becomes uncontainable, what
happens when we map the cave, visit the penguin

colony, create a database of all the flowering trees
in our quadrant of the city? I've said that linoleum

would be better than wall-to-wall, that a cave
is as good as a portal, that I'm sorry for breaking

that vase while doing a particular kind of pirouette
with a name I don't know then remember:

fouettees rond de jambe en tournant. It's absurd
to wake up in bed instead of somewhere on the

Platte River in Nebraska at sunset, near migrating
sandhill cranes. In the story, she does not dream of levitating.

She just levitates.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Water, Light, Air

I'm giving you everything. You can't
know anything. She's not going to read that
Jean-Paul Sartre play, not today. To celebrate
an unremarkable birthday in her late 30s,
she went to a Theravada Buddhist monastery
in rural West Virginia to cultivate awareness
of death. "Of course I want to die, Mom."
There are hundreds of mattress reviews
declaring how "very firm" the mattress is,
but it's so soft, and what is language, anyway:
"Sometimes I lay in bed and think about
what it would be like to live on a pirate ship,"
she said. I look at a bird, probably a robin
or sparrow or dove. Imagine rage you cannot imagine
between every sentence.  What has someone
done to you and what have you done. What's missing
is the sound of the dishwasher. The headache 
that begins in your teeth. The sound of your
sweetheart breathing. Everything is missing.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Kash6: 8-count

She walked at a clip down the street 
in front of his shop every week-
day for seven years. All spring long 
she wore an ankle-length raincoat-- 

eggshell--whether or not the fore-
cast called for it--and a matching 
hat in rain, but did not clutch an in-
elegant umbrella. Pastel

sweaters took her through fall, as if 
November could chance courting May. 
He never stepped out, purposely
forgetting apron, to sweep clear 

the stoop. He imagined she had 
a schedule she would mind him up-
setting. It pleased him to refrain 
from causing her inconvenience.

Minor exchanges he made up 
he filled with fine talk, her pale voice 
tidy. She must be frugal, yes—
wasn’t the coat proof? He could not 

fathom the type of woman who
would repurchase a piece season
after season and--once it be- 
came finally unfindable--

have it unconstructed and re-
made. Yet her walk-bys were as Swiss 
as clockwork. Of his dreams he did 
not want to be cured, though they be

lean game. Her face was not the face 
he dreamt of as he cut. Faces
matter little when a life is 
freshly killed red slabs twined, packaged 

in brownpaper, unspoilt. What is 
a yolk but a bit of sun saved 
for breaking later--on the day 
she fails to rise to precisely 

cross the vision of a humble 
man? An egg can be beaten, is
indeed pleasurable to beat.
A metronome beats until stopped.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

April at the Bloof Blog, aka NaPoWriMo 2018



We're going to write poems every day in April, participating in NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, a public poetry celebration initiated by Maureen Thorson. Read about the history of this unofficial, unaffiliated, noncommerical event here. NaPoWriMo coincides but is unaffiliated with that other April poetry thing—National Poetry Month sponsored by our friends at the Academy of American Poets/Poets.org.

The poets who will be posting at this blog, so far are: 

Maureen Thorson (at her own blog here)

You can use those links to follow individual poets, or just see what floats by here. 

Some of us will be posting full drafts, some of us snippets or revisions of work already in progress. Some of us will disappear the drafts after a day or so—so stop by daily to catch them all—and some of us might now. There are really no rules. Except to write. 



Tuesday, March 20, 2018

BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS update (& other updates)


Dear readers of Bloof,

Hello!

Remember blogs? We're delighted to discover we still have one. We're gonna be redesigning the site soon to streamline and update lots of its features, including this old thang. The URL might change a bit, but we'll let you know. Because we have stuff to tell you that we want you to actually see.*

First, if you preordered a copy of Peter Davis's BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS it is now in the mail. You will have it in a few days (if you don't have it already). It'll start showing up in stores/online stores sometime next month.

If you need a review copy, please get in touch. We're preparing the publicity mailing now. (info at bloof books dot com)

We're still working on the proofs for THE CITY REAL & IMAGINED by CAConrad & Frank Sherlock. As we get closer to finalizing that we will keep you posted. That preorder special is still available in the store.

This post is also to warm up the blog for April daily poems. That's right—we're going to participate in NaPoWriMo again this year. Learn about the event (or sign up your own site) here.

We're going to be shifting most of our announcements to this venue (and our monthly or less than) email newsletter, because *Facebook is sucking for Pages these days. And because we're unhappy bee-ing there in general. For now these blog posts will still show up on our FB page as links, but we're hoping you'll follow us here too, and/or Twitter and Intagram (both @bloofbooks) where we plan to stay for now.

(Yes, we know Instagram is FB, but it's sufficiently different that we still find it useful…and enjoyable.)

May the bees be with you,
Bloof

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

SOLD OUT: Exercises in Painting by Khadijah Queen


Now available as a free ebook!


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Exercises in Painting
Khadijah Queen

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Hand-sewn in natural twine
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5.5 x 8.5
24 pages
$8

Bloof Books Chapbooks Series
Volume 3: Issue 5 (2016)
ISSN 2373-163X
ISSN 2373-1648 Online (2018)

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Excerpts

__________________ 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


"__________ my loved blacknesses & some blacknesses I knew" at Poetry

Three more from the chapbook at Dreginald

About


Khadijah Queen is the author of four books, most recently Fearful Beloved (2015), and four chapbooks. In 2015, The Relationship theater company staged her verse play, Non-Sequitur, in NYC as part of the Leslie Scalapino Award for Innovative Women Performance Writers, with publication by Litmus Press. Individual poems appear in Brooklyn Magazine, Tin House, Fence, jubilat, Best American Nonrequired Reading, Powder: Writing by Women in the Ranks from Vietnam to Iraq, and widely in other journals and anthologies. Her fifth book, I’m So Fine: A List of Famous Men & What I Had On, will be published by YesYes Books in spring 2017. She is core faculty for the low residency Mile-High MFA program at Regis University.

Cover painting: Untitled (2010), Khadijah Queen

Exercises in Painting is the fifth chapbook in the 2015–2016 series from Bloof Books. Each chapbook in the series is released in a limited edition of one hundred numbered copies, followed by a digital release, and eventually in a combination volume called Bound.