a note from Brave Men Press:
Brave Men Press is pleased to announce the release of
YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY FREEDOM
by Janaka Stucky
Cover is letterpressed with gold ink on red paper.
Printed in a limited edition of 60.
23 pages.
$9
Janaka Stucky has had poems appear in Cannibal, Denver Quarterly, Fence, Free Verse, No Tell Motel, North American Review, Redivider and VOLT. He is the publisher of Black Ocean and its literary magazine, Handsome.
READ SAMPLE POEMS -
TO BUY -
If you're in the New England Area this weekend, Janaka will be reading w/ Chris Tonelli at these locations -
11/7 Yes, Reading! in Albany, NY w/ Chris Tonelli
11/8 Somewhere awesome in Vermont w/ Chris Tonelli
11/9 Slope Editions Reading Series in Turners Falls, MA w/ Janaka Stucky & Brian Foley
Best,
Brian & Emily
Showing posts with label Brian Foley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brian Foley. Show all posts
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
NOÖ 10 on-line now
I've been reading NOÖ [ten] on-line.
It's good looking. User-friendly. And contains lots of good writing. And art. Concise reviews from the editors also.
You'll find work by (or reviews of) Brian Foley, Shane "The Juggernaut" Jones, Carrie Hunter, Jon Leon (Hit Wave!), Bradley Sands, Paul Siegell, Jason Bredle, etc,....
Check it out.
It's good looking. User-friendly. And contains lots of good writing. And art. Concise reviews from the editors also.
You'll find work by (or reviews of) Brian Foley, Shane "The Juggernaut" Jones, Carrie Hunter, Jon Leon (Hit Wave!), Bradley Sands, Paul Siegell, Jason Bredle, etc,....
Check it out.
Labels:
Brian Foley,
jason bredle,
jon leon,
shane jones
Friday, July 24, 2009
from Brave Men Press-- Chris Tonelli's "No Theater"

a note from Brian Foley at Brave Men Press
Considering the responsibilities of the social world with a disconnected eye, NO THEATER is a collection of meticulously crafted poems that perform outside of time, but remain intuitively familiar and profound. Chris Tonelli reveals the artificialities of the everyday self with a language stalked by loss yet driven by possibility. Here, these poems come prepared in an armature of many masks and invested with an insight sure to move around the mental furniture of any reader.
Chris Tonelli co-curates The So and So Series and is the author of four chapbooks, most recently For People Who Like Gravity and Other People (Rope-A-Dope Press, forthcoming). He teaches at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, where he lives with his wife Allison.
Read a sample poem here
Cover is letterpressed with black ink on black paper.
Printed in a limited edition of 123.
25 pages.
$9.50
Labels:
brave men press,
Brian Foley,
chris tonelli
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Art of the Blurb - Raped by A Sharp Object
On his blog, Eunuch Blues, Brian Foley (self-described as a "sharp object) goes after the Art of the Blurb.
The Mockingbird Blurb!
(and proves that he is indeed a sharp object.)
The phrase that caught my eye and adrenaline's "blowing on a rape whistle."
On a similar note, here (on my Facebook Group for Holy Land) is how I introduce my book's blurbs
"My woman says there is no one whom she'd rather marry
than me, not even Jupiter, if he came courting,
That's what she says-- but what a woman says to a
passionate lover
ought to be scribbled on wind, on running water."
(Catullus, translated by Charles Martin)
that being said, to follow are the blurbs on the back
of "Holy Land"
The Mockingbird Blurb!
(and proves that he is indeed a sharp object.)
The phrase that caught my eye and adrenaline's "blowing on a rape whistle."
On a similar note, here (on my Facebook Group for Holy Land) is how I introduce my book's blurbs
"My woman says there is no one whom she'd rather marry
than me, not even Jupiter, if he came courting,
That's what she says-- but what a woman says to a
passionate lover
ought to be scribbled on wind, on running water."
(Catullus, translated by Charles Martin)
that being said, to follow are the blurbs on the back
of "Holy Land"
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Bits of Brian Foley's "Black Eye" shack up over at No Tell
Poems from Brian Foley's manuscript The Black Eye are featured this week at No Tell Motel
Here are some sections that struck me:
"your inside voice
assembled in hermeneutic smoke
brewed in cauldrons of steamships."
and
"I push like an unborn
from the inside until we both are outside, born again in boiling water
And weeping for our mothers."
If, like me, you like middle-career Charles Simic (when he was hungry and glinting) then I think you'll like these No Tell Foley poems, though the quotes above aren't so Simicy.
Here are some sections that struck me:
"your inside voice
assembled in hermeneutic smoke
brewed in cauldrons of steamships."
and
"I push like an unborn
from the inside until we both are outside, born again in boiling water
And weeping for our mothers."
If, like me, you like middle-career Charles Simic (when he was hungry and glinting) then I think you'll like these No Tell Foley poems, though the quotes above aren't so Simicy.
Labels:
Brian Foley,
Charles Simic,
No Tell,
The Black Eye
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