Take a look at this fine, disturbing work! Thanks, sanaavee.
[PANK]’s October 2014 Queer Issue is live.
Edited by Rafe Posey and featuring new work by:
MIGUELTZINTA CAH MAI SOLÍS PINO
TOMMY “TEEBS” PICO
ODAM ALAKI AND NAVID SINAKI
JAY SANTA CRUZ
Coyote just landed in LA. They’ll have it out soon.
Also, mad coyotes spread madness: http://offbeatoregon.com/1303b-rabies-epidemic-eastern-oregon-mad-coyotes.html
"Don’t let them out." When has anyone ever listened to that?
Reading time: 1 minute
Recommended for: Grandfathers
The cover of COYOTE.
Pre-orders are up, and every order counts. As ignorable as they may seem, pre-orders can set the tone for the entire run of the book. The higher the number of pre-orders, the more people who notice the book, the more lists it gets on, the more reviews it gets, the more books Les Figues gets to publish, the better off the world is. So, if you’re interested in the book, it’s a great time to get your copy.
There’s an excerpt posted as well.
This thing’s almost a little Les Figues book to be held in the hand.
A book-length poem of mine, THE ANIMALS, was just selected by Ilya Kamisnky as a runner-up for Cleveland State University Poetry Center’s First Book Award.
It’s an honor and I’m excited. I’ve been in Maine for the past week, not checking email outside of an emergency and thinking very little about publishing.
Now I’m back and catching up on email and suddenly thinking of all the near misses I’ve had. It feels good. As a writer, I’ve gone from blanket rejections (accompanied occasionally by strongly-worded notes), to (after some time and some work) a respectable number of acceptances, a few prizes, and a handful or so of near misses (prize-wise).
While I was in Maine, someone asked me about my next two books, COYOTE and HAINTS STAY. Coyote won Les Figues Press’s NOS Book Contest and HAINTS STAY is being published by Two Dollar Radio. The person in Maine said, “Are you hoping to be able to leave your job and live off that money for awhile?”
It’s an easy question for me to answer honestly. I’ll be over the moon if either of those books sells a few thousand copies. I think that’s true for a lot of authors. And, just to be clear, for one book that would mean no money, and for the other it might mean…enough to pay a bill or two for a winter month.
I believe in those books. The publishers do too, I think. I’d even venture to call these two books special. But who buys books?
Especially weird ones.
You manage your expectations. You hope for the best. You get a few near-misses. It has its own uniquely good feeling. It feels like a good firm hug at the airport. There’s no more to say or do. The trip is over. You have to appreciate the hug and head off to the next thing.
While I was in Maine, we played this game we called Rock and Stick. You get yourself to a beach, find yourself a decent-sized rock and a big, thick stick, and face the ocean. You pitch the rock up and take a swing, hoping to send it flying out into the ocean…maybe it’ll even skip once or twice. I’m not an athlete. I don’t catch things. I can hardly throw them away from me, let alone to another person. I don’t hit baseballs with bats or rocks with sticks. But I hit the rock on the beach in Maine.
I just pitched it up and followed the thing with my eyes and didn’t think too much about it and then I hit it. And there it went. Into the ocean. It was a really great feeling. I didn’t expect it. I probably couldn’t do it again. Certainly not so easily.
I really love that feeling, the feeling of not missing, though it’s one I’ve learned not to expect. Maybe to a fault. My productivity and enthusiasm have always been fueled by a kind of a fatalism. It’s less intimidating when you convince yourself you’re going to fail. But if I’m being honest, I think it’s a tactic for making myself comfortable enough to be willing to try, accepting that the likelihood of success is so slim. It is incredibly challenging to write a book. Especially one other people might want to read. So finding some way to get yourself started and then THROUGH the process all the way to the end, it feels like something worth holding on to. Even if it means accepting the fact that, for me, for most, trying entails more near misses and total biffs than a sane person would reasonably subject themselves to. I guess what I’m saying is, I’m probably going to keep swinging sticks at rocks until the day I die. I like trying and I can appreciate a solid near miss as well as a complete and total biff. I also like hitting that rock. It’s a feeling worth failing for.
Just a quick post to note how good this is. I’m putting it here more for myself than anyone else, but I hope a few of you take a look and read the words and remember what it was like to hear them for the first time and if you haven’t seen the movie, maybe even screen it with some friends in a comfortable space with a projector.
The September issue of PANK is live:
W. Todd Kaneko
Hannah Saubert and Sid Miller
Vikram K. Sundaram
Coyote goes to print today. What is Coyote? Here’s how the good folks at Les Figues Press describe it:
"A daughter disappears in the middle of the night. What happens in the aftermath of this tragedy—after the search is abandoned, after the TV crews move on to cover the latest horrific incident—is the story of Coyote. There is a marriage and a detective. There is a storm, a talk show host, and a roasted boar. There is something under the porch. Coyotes skulk in the woods, a man stands by the fence, and a tale emerges within this familiar landscape of the violent unknown.”
This book started as this haunting voice. Then all of these horrible things started happening to it, and it started doing all of these horrible things.
Here’s what Aimee Bender said:
"Coyote has a strong and inviting voice and that voice wraps around a dark story, a contemporary story, and one that has its own velocity and fragmentation built in. I found myself swept along in it and impacted by its delicate/bleak movement.”