Two new Lame House chapbooks!: Mine own SIMPLY ROCKET and Arlo Quint's PHOTOGENIC MEMORY

Hi everybody,

I'm pleased to be able to announce that my new chapbook of sonnets, SIMPLY ROCKET, featuring artwork by Jane Ortrun Carver, is now available from Gina Myers' Lame House press. If you'd like a copy you can follow the link above or visit the Lame House website: http://www.lamehouse.blogspot.com/ .

And while you're there, please also pick up a copy of the other new Lame House chap, Arlo Quint's Photogenic Memory (with cover art by Andrew Mister). Arlo's chap consists of one long poem, which begins "evolving the reach" and winds up "gaining an overall shape and living again". It's really a terrific piece--I know 'cause I got an advanced copy at the Lame House/Narrow House reading in Baltimore a couple of weeks ago. You should have one too.

I hope you'll pick up both chaps and enjoy.

Matt

Nate Pritts' SENSATIONAL SPECTACULAR

I just finished reading Nate Pritts' new book, SENSATIONAL SPECTACULAR, from BlazeVox and am thrilled to know that it's arrived, it's in print, it's a message from a very human speaker to actual human beings in the NOW of this world! Nate's poems have always wrestled with essentials--Truth, Beauty, the nature of the individual--his wishes hopes and dreams of meaning. And here they speak the essential language of essentials forever--weirdly, subjectively (how else can one speak of "essentials" these days?) with guts and aplomb, over and over in interesting, charming, and heartfelt ways. For example, "Our dreams are dreams/of velocity & truth, of lifting/out of ourselves for a better place" (from "I Wish a Rocket Would Come and Take Me Away"); or "...implication itself such a sorry contraption,/a broken down engine for communicating the structure/of this when you said that" (from "In the Hot Seat"); or how about, "Monkey, lion, fox: switch places with me. Experience what it's like/ for someone to look at you & not call you by your right name" (from "The Walls of Our Sphere").

These poems are earnest, on the sleeve, full of lightness and dark, robots, friend/ships and "all my frantic/ mammal concerns blowing off behind me//in the dangerously perfect light" (from "Sun Brain"). Yeah, that's right. If seeing is believing, then believing is reading this fine new book of poems. As Pritts writes in "Journey to the Stars," "A man tells us to keep our eyes on the skies, that we wouldn't want// to look down and see what the world around us is turning into." I couldn't agree more. And yet, these poems don't ignore what the world is turning into, but rather strive to see it differently--in light of the stars, their community and grace. "For your love," Pritts writes in "Without a Net":

I'd cross from one mountain to another,

walking slow on the long rope bridge to your heart

& I wouldn't turn back even if I saw you

trying to undo the knots that hold me up.