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Are you getting excited for the release of Matt Cook’s book of poetry, Proving Nothing to Anyone? It’s coming out from PGP on June 4. I just approved the printer’s proof. It looks great.

Who’s Matt Cook? He’s this guy:

(Friese Undine drew that portrait. He also drew the book cover…

We can’t wait for Matt Cook’s Proving Nothing to Anyone from our crazy Baltimore buddies over at PGP. Why did everybody from Milwaukee move to Baltimore, anyway?

This is what nods. looks like going into an envelope. This is what a review copy of The Skin Team looks like going into an envelope. If you look closely you can also see that I am using CS4 versions of the Creative Suite and—mysteriously—both Firefox and Chrome.

Today, here it is, May 6th 2013, the release day for the first chapbook in the Gobble Editions, NODS. by Carrie Lorig.

We couldn’t be more stoked about this book, and we’re so happy to hiptoss it into the world. Check out the chapbook’s page here for links to excerpts and more info.

And we’ll say GO as soon as we let Abraham Smith tell you want he thought of the book:

“Essentially every line of Carrie Lorig’s interstellar nods. is a train made of skin absolutely Anna Karenina-ing all over you. If you are the fieldcrop we all need to keep our breath fresh, and you know you are, then please do rest all polka-dot-pj’s-assured of this: Lorig’s poems are sweet hail; are banjo locusts; are leather boomerangs bopping you where it matters. The poems hurt good. The poems pock; pock and puncture. You’ll end up feeling like a cricket caught in a wiffle ball by the gravy end. You’ll end up wasted on Lorig’s manna-lush-rush. You’ll end up cut then butterflied whole again. Powerful medicinewoman of the verses, Carrie Lorig is her very own planet, where the astronaut cows and them acrobat horses jitterbug, damn it.”

carrieabigstick:

mary recorded me reading IT CAN’T BE LOVE / IT MUST BE LOVE in the broken lamp part of the stone arch bridge above st. anthony falls. 

Carrie Lorig reads IT CAN’T BE LOVE / IT MUST BE LOVE from her forthcoming MHP chapbook, NODS. Which you can still preorder for 5 bucks plus shipping here.

nods. on a chair

H_NGM_N #15 is in the world and MHP represents, with new work from MHP authors Jordan Stempleman, Evelyn Hampton, and Carrie Lorig.

from “Getting Ready” by Jordan Stempleman

There’s a straight-looking man

in a public park, shaving in the water

fountain, so I make sense of the dogs

who do nothing all day but go along

with their aspirations. I fight against this huge old park

tree, deciding whether to be lax today, hold off for later

for say, enormously concerned.

from “Preface” by Evelyn Hampton

I wanted to write the white-tiled entrance to a building. Inside, someone would be waiting for me. I would speak urgently. With thin, glancing enhancements, I would become someone else.

Outside, a yellow flower would be showing. The back end of a car would also be visible.

A bit of red sauce would still be clinging to a yell. 

Everything would have meaning in relation to itself. Everything would be a god (another yell).

from “Scatterstate” by Carrie Lorig

i do my knees for a long time, and i lush out hard. i launch out hard because it frails good. Like flows, like flower rodeos, i g r e w s o m e, i dark some, and grope myself into full glow. i chase glow into shapes. i chase shapes with barbwire rocks. i cut right into the earth. when i cut grass, i shed objects. the lawn has a moan thread that suits me, that burns me into such a clumsy body, that wobbles blotted me into lop hided blooms that drag a ripping sound behind them. the size of your names, what a strong plush into a living stream of the bizarre soft that is always flying me into buildings. my constant is my hands in the dusk mange. my hands write me with sway tongue, and my stomach gets sway, sway open.

carrieabigstick:

i will read in dark different places until the last day of pre orders.