I'm done blogging now. Bye.


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In our never-ending quest to make chapbook publishing sexy again, Atticus/Finch
is pleased to announce the release of its third volume: Tanya Brolaski’s _The
Daily Usonian_.

People, this one’s HOT! If you purchase only one chapbook this year
by a younger writer, do yourself (and us!) a favor and make it
_The Daily Usonian_. One part Sapphic delirium, three parts Delphic
train wreck, you simply won’t know what hit you, and you won’t want
it to stop! Brolaski’s first book stutters and stomps through Virgil,
Dante, and Katherine Phillips only to run head-on into Buffy’s “must
see vampires.” Here, “everything(’s) gone to helenback,” and
there’s an arrow through the heart to prove it. Brolaski’s a harbinger
of seriously catatonic states that WILL NOT disappoint.

Take note:

“my business is circumference”

I dreamt your Twinness.
There is an absolute
Sphere whence you fell.
Step ample, Emerald, fixed
To the spot
I saw you.
Trust my Curiosity
To Brook no further Argument,
And fortify my Gut w/ nearest
Heaven. And though the Lofty
Treaty stand,
I shall not wreck it.
Though delinquent Love
Is a force we hazard at.


amorosa erranza

All my dark hardiments begin: so furious and so fell. All disarrayed
in Love I began to speak of Mariners. And when I saw the grove divided
into double parts, which ways I took, diversely can I tell but can no
ways devise. So in I entered was, and marveled at the wandering way.
Although my leman, I am a wondrous doubt—tell me, ere I die of love—which
way to turn? Your mouth is like a crescent moon your teeth are like
tombstones, and all along the way even the labyrinths shuddered. Where
can I go to powder my nose safely? Your address makes me feel intimate,
yet I undergo the strangest beguilements, I become incredulous.

Stephanie Young writes of _The Daily Usonian_:

Here it is, all the news from the other side that you’ve been dying to
hear,whichever side you happen to be on momentarily. For there are no
sides here—no high, no low, no painted flats, no traveling through time—
instead, a poet and a poetry of immediate, endless repetition. In this
eternal present of thought, that is, style, I mean, scholarship, “this
crapshoot idée fixe and its yahoo mistress,” you’ll need each fine hair
that lines the path to your inner eat, that piece of anatomy that assists
when you listen to music or discern the twilight from the twilight. It’s
a derailed algebra or myriad substitutions, the kind that requires second
sight as the poet iterates her vegetable love, the length of California,
the length of her arm, the cult of sadness. _The Daily Usonian_ is not
afraid to use the word in the definition of the word.

And Brent Cunningham:

My dear readers of blurbs, what does it mean when a book ranges so far
across differing language systems? Not everything in the world has an
idea under it, but here the argument is being made, in part how significance,
in the sense of illumination, must be found _wherever_. In these poems it
is not the era or even precisely the context that matters, but the ability
of a perceiver to pluck out, to remain receptive and flexible, to listen
beyond conditions. Brolaski’s poet-perceiver sifts through ages of syntax,
Dante and Buffy become contemporaries, Counts and Ladies travel overland
to fairs again, and it is Feeling—revived out of its status as sentiment—
that serves as her Beatrice. “Not even the word love.” That is to say not the _word_, but its selection, its occurrence in a field of evident intelligence,
my dear readers of blurbs.

These chapbooks are only available via mail-order, and they’re only six bucks!

To order, please send well-concealed cash/check and a nice note to:

Michael Cross
Atticus/Finch Chapbooks
SUNY Buffalo
306 Clemens Hall
Buffalo NY 14260-4610

Atticus/Finch is committed to publishing important new work in elegant,
affordable editions (even by poets’ standards). This book sports a
“Balboa Blue” cover, on which you’ll find Sappho, jilted in love, jumping
from the rocks to the sea foam below.


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Atticus/Finch is pleased to announce the release of its second chapbook: Elizabeth Willis’ Meteoric Flowers.

Printed in an edition of 200 copies with elegantly letter-pressed covers, Meteoric Flowers is the first new work from Willis since 2003’s Turneresque.

In this new volume, Elizabeth Willis’ lyric maelstroms are at once rooted in a lost pastoral economy, dripping with the lush language of the green-world, "the horns of august, the / downward tree...The nerve-like system in the page," only to dismantle the bucolic from the inside out.

Jack Collom writes of Meteoric Flowers:

Elizabeth Willis is one of the very best young writers in America. "The word ‘delicious’ has never been redder." That’s her, slicing delight into danger, but we can say it of "Meteoric Flowers" too. Her prose-poems are box-shaped but inside the box she accomplishes passionately crazy-like-a-fox swirls and connections. Listen to her bop speech rhythms: "Blossom machines. Sure, I’ll carry your latest worry, sorry it’s not dripping in your favorite green" (from the title piece). Which leads omnidirectionally to nature: Within the near-squares a whole lot of curves are thrown: continual yokings of off-opposites, forming a kind of surreal critique of ourselves vis-à-vis the rest of it. Solid is suddenly revealed as liquid. Whipcracks occur but mystery lingers. A book that leaves you gasping for more."

And a word from Lisa Jarnot:

I think that these poems were written by William Blake upon his return from deep space, or maybe they were written by my friend Elizabeth Willis who moves at the speed of light and takes dictation from the angels. It’s even possible that these meteoric flowers have descended to permanently reconfigure the brain waves of all sentient life on earth.

These chapbooks are only available via mail-order and only six bucks! Geez!.

To order, please send six dollars (well concealed cash/check) and a nice note to:

Michael Cross
Atticus/Finch Chapbooks
SUNY Buffalo
306 Clemens Hall
Buffalo NY 14260-4610

Atticus/Finch is committed to publishing important new work in elegant, affordable editions (even by poets’ standards). We are likeable, and we share your philosophy (whatever it may be) because we want you to buy our books. Bye now.


Check out this review of "Involuntary Vision" at Rain Taxi Online: http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2004spring/cross.shtml


Mark Tardi responds to my query (see post: Tues. March 23rd):

You asked about the Hildegaard von Bingen poem at the end, "Eventual Horizon." Structurally, I was aiming at certain approximations of her plain chants, both their disruptiveness and their flatness. And of course there's something disquieting about her chants, a morbid quality. But silence seemed equally important, how it moves, can simply wait for you to offer whatever you like. As is typical of me, the Hildegaard
qualities were inflected with plenty of other lenses. Rimbaud and HD were
lifted in parts; Clara Schumann was on my mind at the time as well. I wrote the
poem in 1999, but in many ways, it was the seed for the book: after I wrote
"Eventual Horizon" I started asking larger questions about parallels, and the
other sections followed.

See Mark Tursi's review of "Involuntary Vision" at Rain Taxi Online: www.raintaxi.com/online/2004spring/



If you've wanted to purchase a copy of Cynthia Sailers' new chapbook "Rose Lungs," but haven't yet got around to making an order, DO SO NOW! I only have a few dozen copies left, and they've been moving quickly! Do yourself a favor and buy one, and then buy one for somebody that is especially nice to you.

Send $5 here:

atticus / finch chapbooks
c/o Michael Cross
SUNY Buffalo
Samuel Clemens Hall #306
Buffalo NY 14260

AND, other exciting news:

I begin production in a number of weeks on the next atticus / finch chap: new work by Elizabeth Willis!! Expect to see it sometime in May. And then, and then...


Eli Drabman goes home tomorrow. He was supposed to go home tonight, but I "accidentally" forgot to set the alarm, so he got to stay another day! Opps. He gave a kick ass reading at the Cuneiform/ atticus finch book release party of his long poem _the ground running_. Buffalo might be his new home, no?

Speaking of Cuneiform, go see the website for new books: www.cuneiformpress.com. Kyle is a monster.

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