notes on 'baby hedgehogs and american apparel dogs' by david fishkind

       You want your life to seem meta?
       Eat more salad.


bhaaad by david fishkind was self-published in 2010; it is around 50 pages.  i found david fishkind through his blog, and i read some haiku by him that made me interested in his chapbook

subject matter includes crying, drinking, sex, 'shit-eating grins,' a lot of nonhuman animals, 'the hibiscus,' listening to music while working on a farm, freudian theory, eye contact, suicide, new york city, iphones, jesus christ


       And they maintained eye contact for three weeks


a lot of the chapbook is directed at 'you,' but the 'you' seems to maybe change throughout


       You are going to be alone forever.
       Even when you are with other people.
       You are alone.


the chapbook has 25 sections. section 13 has nothing at all in it

the structure reminded me of lyn hejinian's my life, which has a section for each year of her life. bhaaad seems maybe less chronological, though

some parts remind me of 'song of myself' by walt whitman


       I am asleep in Washington Square Park, I am asleep in Union Square Park, I am asleep on the Q train,
       I am walking from the Q train to my room, I am in my room, I am looking at my computer,
       I am the cell phone, fuck me,
       I am the genitals, don't fuck me, ever


also


       I am always at the beach when I am alive,
       And when I am dead I am always at the beach.


american apparel is referred to something like 7-10 times. i didn't like the way this seemed to associate a clothing brand with other counterculture references and/or emotional experiences in the text.  in parts, though, it felt like the references were satirical/ironic


       We go into American Apparel,
       We are two young happy Americans


there are a lot of online texts on the sidebar of david fishkind's blog / here is a tweet by david fishkind that i liked / david fishkind's twitter account in general / website for bhaaad

when i write 'david fishkind' in my word processor, it changes it to 'david fishpond'

two poems ________________________

 an abstract

we are so dark in this place.  i chew a rubber hose until it breaks into another
piece.  the way she leaves a room

pages of ripped poems.  pages of ripped poems

i remember your wet hands.  5:30 barn lights,
watercans & rosebush

i will never stop.  i love to cut grass.  do you hear this

it was july, thank god



i go into a field of flower bushes with my dad’s car

i drive the car onto them. dust rises into the
mirrors, i look
at the side
of my dad’s car.  sky blue paint
job,
chrome hub caps, i turn off the car.
i’m near to a wood shack that has a sheet metal
roof. a bird
flies onto the hood of my dad’s car.

this is georgia summer i can’t believe it, 1997.

notes on 'think tank for human beings in general' by richard wehrenberg jr. and jordan castro


'i am going to hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil // bitches…' (castro)


think tank for human beings in general is a self-published chapbook (2009) broken into a section of jordan castro's poems and a section of richard wehrenberg jr.'s poems

earlier today i read a review of this chapbook by brett gallagher. a lot of the things i would type about the subject matter and tone have already been typed by him, so maybe read that

brett noted the repeated mention of animal rights and opposition to oppressive ideologies in ttfhbig. the following lines are from wehrenberg jr.

responding with violence
to a violent world does not
feel ok to me

the poems are a little hesitant about how they address these things, not really confident or bold

this excerpt is from 'victory' by jordan castro

is subjecting millions of people to starvation and poverty
an okay method of dealing with personal insecurities

i want to lie down

under 50,000 blankets and 2,000,000 pillows

i 'just' want to 'lie the fuck' 'down'

this excerpt is from 'think tank for human beings in general' by richard wehrenberg jr.



this poem is an extinct volcano

once
it exploded with lava-power
now it does not want to

it is tired

it sits still
wanting nothing really

just kind of there

the speaker(s) responds to oppression and suffering with imagery of being 'tired' and wanting to 'lie down'

the aesthetic is not like a manifesto calling for 'revolution!' but an individual saying 'damn' or 'wtf' repeatedly in response to mainstream society and corporations, expressing burn-out and hopelessness

the tone in the poems seems sometimes ironic or clever and other times direct and honest, for both castro and wehrenberg

here is a poem by richard wehrenberg jr.; here is a poem by jordan castro

here and here are e-chapbooks by jordan castro

richard wehrenberg jr.'s art blog and tumblr, jordan castro's twitter

you can buy ttfhbig here

notes on 'ghost machine' by ben mirov

'The sentence in my mind is turn your breasts into cash with music.'


i found this book by reading ben mirov’s e-chapbook collected ghost at h_ngm_n, and then going to ben mirov’s blog and going to his twitter at some point

ghost machine won the 2009 caketrain chapbook competition.  it is 97 pages, so it seems kind of like a full-length book

themes in the book are ghosts, machines, kids, dreams, sex, hoodies, headphones, and the san francisco bay area, and some kind of relationship, maybe a dying/dead relationship

the book has 7 sections that vary in form.  there are a lot of prose poems and short poems.  one section has longer prose poems, but still less than a page each.  two sections have poems with page breaks in the middle of sentences.  one section has the word ‘Eye’ instead of the pronoun ‘I’

Eye touch a night machine

[page break]

in the shape of a woman.

the collection has a lot of unity/coherence.  there is a lot of repetition or near-repetition of lines and phrases, like references to ‘the "green bunny poem"’ or ‘green bunnies’ and someone being in a room with fleetwood mac.  also, the speaker refers to a lot of characters by using one letter (‘R,’ ‘D’), and some characters return multiple times

sometimes because of the returning references, you can ‘put together’ more of the story of the characters.  the speaker states in one poem that they don’t think they will ever take the train to berkeley, and in another poem, the speaker states that a woman they know lives in a cottage in berkeley

some poems end abruptly with lines that don’t seem ‘significant’ in any immediately apparent way. here is the end of the poem ‘ghost receptor’

I tell Meric it makes me sad.
I tell Dan I’m wiser now.
My head is full of Love is Chemicals.
I’m sleeping on a couch.

the sentences in the book are mostly short and direct, and the sentence structure is usually ‘subject-verb-object’ in present tense.  some poems include almost only sentences with this structure, so it feels repetitive, maybe monotonous or deadpan

He’s staring at neon graffiti and doesn’t look away.  He looks like a rich kid on acid.  He turns into a duffle bag.  The man I have sex with is me.  I don’t dream about you.  I find your feelings’ cloud.  It doesn’t end with Brain and Jeremy at Delirium.  It’s better without music in the dark.

the poems remind me of a lot of different writers and texts for different reasons

the poems that have page breaks in the middle of sentences remind me of ethusiasm: odes & otium by jean day, which has a similar form in its ‘romantic fragments’ section

the poems juxtapose a lot of lines that don’t fit together in any immediately apparent way

We go to the roof and put a blanket on Victor.  I search his head for something to do.  I remember how to carry a snare drum.

this form reminded me of what t.s. eliot wrote in ‘the metaphysical poets

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience; the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. The latter falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.

the juxtapositions also remind me of ‘ketjak’ by ron silliman, and maybe his poem ‘BART’ (which i've written about).  also the repetition in ghost machine reminds me of ‘ketjak,’ and the way the repeating lines have a different feeling each time

in a couple sentences of the book, i get a feeling similar to what i wrote about robert grenier’s ‘sentences.’  a sentence describes something that i have done, like wearing a hoody and walking out of a building, and i feel kind of nostalgic about it

some poems seem to stay with the same characters or situation for multiple sentences or a whole poem, but those poems are still usually a little ambiguous or surreal

E thinks things are over.  I didn’t know how to do it in a hotel.  I put a wet rag over my head.  I was breathing fast.

the ghost theme in the book and design seems maybe more prominent than necessary, but i like the look of the black and white, and the circles

the first 40 pages of the book can be viewed in this pdf (poems start on page 17)

you can buy the book from ben mirov here; you can buy the book from caketrain here