Showing posts from November, 2011

Edward Mullany – From heartfelt to whimsical to surprising to shocking to serious to humorous: trying to describe reality through the voices of people so stunned by their experience of reality that they see with a kind of insane clarity

Edward Mullany, If I Falter at the Gallows, Publishing Genius Press, 2011.

"The poems of Edward Mullany are both seeing things and “seeing things.” They are devices that help us help ourselves to all the mirages and illusions—and then some—that we know to be true." - Graham Foust

"If one of art’s purposes is to revise our perceptions, then Mullany’s work excels. His powerful use of the short line well supports this challenge. Whether they begin with the surreal or mundane, his lyrics pare to essentials poetry’s central subjects—love, death, myth—through his confident vision and craft." - Martha Serpas

"As do the little bottles of scotch available on airplanes, these small, potent poems suspend us above the everyday. These deft gestures expose human quandaries without getting stuck in quandariness. They eschew excess—they don’t need it. They’re precise throughout without losing their mystery." - Connie Voisine

"I read Edward Mullany’s phenomenal coll…

Leon Baham – A trembling incantatory yearning with a revolving chorus stumbling in and out. Nervous, theatrical swarm of language, lots of wry humor coming from contradiction, repetition, strange syntax, punctuation choice: I live with my mother. She is a nymphomaniac. She tells me about it. No she doesn’t

Leon Baham, Ponyboy, Sigh: A Word Problem, Birds of Lace, 2011.

Ponyboy, Sigh: A Word Problem is a hybrid story-essay by Leon Baham wherein Ponyboy, of The Outsiders fame, is submerged in a queer (un)conciousness that swins through the murky waters of desire, fear, love, brotherhood, race, violence, mothers, tenderness and memory. A complication of faggotry with an inquisitive chorus and echo like a bloody cave.
Leon Baham is from the Inland Empire. He now lives in Seattle. He is currently working on his first long book titled The Book of Imaginary Boys.“

Anything happened when they met. They could have said not a word and pushed their lips together immediately, neither of them knowing really how to kiss another man. They could have seen each other around for three months glancing out of the corners of their eyes. Johnny could have seen Ponyboy in the shower and fled quickly with his half erection. Ponyboy could have followed him. Ponyboy could be Jo…