Out from Otoliths — Márton Koppány's Addenda

Now out from Otoliths

Addenda
Márton Koppány
7.5" x 7.5"
56 pages, full color
Otoliths, 2012
ISBN: 978- 0-9872010-6-5
$24.95 + p&h
URL: http://www.lulu.com/shop/m%C3%A1rton-kopp%C3%A1ny/addenda/paperback/product-20511271.html

Márton Koppány's art could be said to be the art of the invisible. His decision to abandon Hungarian in favour of English was a political one, but something else can be said to have happened in this transition. His poetry shifts into a language space that is alien, a snow-blinding landscape that is finding itself, built piece by piece through a poetry where language objects - real and linguistic - float with intent, testing the boundaries of language as intuition. —Tony Trehy

In fact, I'm not certain that there is any across-the-board method that can be learned, and then applied, in order to understand Márton Koppány's poems. If and/or when understanding does come, it happens (in my own experience) wholly – and as if in a flash – like direct, mind-to-mind transmission. When first seeing Márton's poems Katue came quickly to mind. I do not at all mean that Márton's work reminded me of his. What came to my mind was his statement about plastic poetry: “Plastic poem is the figure of poem itself, in other words, it is an 'apparatus of poem'…” I take this as bare-bones poetry, in the best sense of that term. —Roy Arenella

Conceptual art can be bountiful, spare, even beautiful. With an economy of presentation, Márton Koppány’s work uniquely captures, invents, and refashions installations on the page from unexpected sources. His works run the gamut of humor, politics, and philosophy. Each piece offers a genuine gift of perception. With signature purity, works such as “Asemic Volcano”, showcase the potency of word-free realities. “Emptiness” is vibrant with lui-meme realization. “One Moment in Three Sections” depicts a tiny triumph. “Old Question” and “Addendum” prepare the viewer for “Still Life No. 2,” a final reminder of the inherent interconnectedness among all things. The recombinant majesty of Koppány’s genius raises the bar for what is possible in the infinitely expanding universe of visual poetry. —Sheila E. Murphy

new at ditch

http://www.ditchpoetry.com/markyoung2.htm

some octobrists

porkrashertination

memoraphilia

reactress

seaparate

roedo

mortyr

war bling

A Coptic Christian school in Frankston North has gone into administration

Police confirmed that when they arrived a man was found suffering from a lack of consumer & business confidence in global governments. A number of gunshot wounds were also discovered by MPs who were concerned a no vote at the UN would offend Middle East & Muslim communities on the fragile front lawns of their properties. This has proven that ineffective policy responses were set up in the southwest for the purpose of a large negative shock that could bring the US & global economy into recession. A law-enforcement agency called the Industrial Police has been specifically assigned to deal with unrest on fiscal cliffs & upbeat party room speech factories.

yar inga

A busy month

So far this month, I've had poems appear online in:

Cordite
New Mystics
quarter after
streetcake magazine
gobbet

an essay included in the ongoing Angelhouse Press series

in print in:

Rabbit
Best Australian Poetry 2012

have seen proofs for poems coming up in Fact-simile & E•ratio

have a poem coming up as part of a phone app, The Disappearing from The RedRoom Company

& have had a number of other acceptances including an e-book which will appear next year.

geographies: Da Nang

Surabaya

I sell ya all kind
of crab, LAT, but
not much. May I

know his price-
list sir? Ato less
expensive. huh?

Should know a
little science, LAT
maintenance. I

teach between
maintenance. If
interested I am

ready. I sell ya
spices, sandals.
I sell ya fruit.

The waterfall

where Yoshitune washed his horse.

Hokusai

see Series Magritte #237, La Cascade

geographies: Makassar

There's ruggedly handsome,

& there's just plain rugged.

geographies: Boongary

Otoliths Issue Twenty-seven is now on line

Issue twenty-seven of Otoliths, the southern spring 2012 issue, has just gone live.

Spice, life, variety, any permutation thereof—as always they're a given with Otoliths.
This issue maintains the high standard, contains work by Spencer Selby, Ian Wedde, Christopher Brownsword, Ed Baker, Jim Meirose, dan raphael, Volodymyr Bilyk, Philip Byron Oakes, Bob Marcacci, Jack Galmitz, Howie Good, William Allegrezza, Sarah Suzor & Travis Cebula, Brad Liening, Jal Nicholl, Glenn R. Frantz, Massimo Sannelli, John McKernan, Jac Nelson, Raymond Farr, Marilyn R. Rosenberg,, Stephen C. Middleton, George McKim, Will Burke, Travis Macdonald, Stuart Barnes, John M. Bennett, Francesco Aprile, Vernon Frazer, Scott Keeney, Pete Spence, Márton Koppány, Ahimsa Timoteo Bodhrán, Sharon Kaye, Ric Carfagna, Anton Frost, J. D. Nelson, Richard Kostelanetz, Tony Beyer, Joshua Comyn, Michalia Arathimos, Sam Moginie, Scott Metz, Joel Chace, Anna McCarthy, John Pursch, Lakey Comess, Andrew Topel with Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett ...with Carol Stetser ...with Matthew Stolte ...with Scott Helmes ...with Jessy Kendall, Kirk Marshall, Gregory Stephenson, Haley Rene Thompson, Rob Burton, Dan Hedges, Lars Palm, Stephen Nelson, Jeff Harrison, Jacqueline Doyle, Pam Hopkins, Alexander Jorgensen, Stu Hatton, Bogdan Puslenghea, SS Prasad, Bob Heman, Charles Freeland & Rosaire Appel, Jim Davis, Bobbi Lurie, paul summers, Marcia Arrieta, Judith Roitman, Michael Brandonisio, Samantha Seto, Alan Davies & tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE, Jessie Janeshek, Aditya Bahl, Liam Ferney, Louise Landes Levi, Sam Langer, & Reed Altemus.

Today the
postman brought
me my contributor's
copy of

                      So long
in the making, so
worth the wait.

geographies: Coowonga

the little fangirl.

You can call me Mew. I love BLEACH, IchiRuki & strawberries. I’m a rabid fangirl & I have out-of-this-world imagination, along with drawing skills which are just about as good as Rukia’s. I can speak English & a little of both Japanese & French.

My favourite characters are Ichigo, Rukia, Nii-sama, Hitsugaya & Kon. I try to post mainly IchiRuki stuff here but sometimes I’ll slip in a non-IchiRuki post or two.

I’m a full-time student & a part-time full-time IchiRuki fangirl.

Please enjoy your stay here & thank you for visiting my little tumblelog ♥

Out from Otoliths — Bobbi Lurie's the morphine poems

Now out from Otoliths.

the morphine poems
Bobbi Lurie
56 pages
Otoliths, 2012
ISBN: 978-0-9872010-5-8
$12.15 + p&h
URL: http://www.lulu.com/shop/bobbi-lurie/the-morphine-poems/paperback/product-20299925.html

the morphine poems succeeds as language breaks through language, metastasizes through the harboring of pain. The words spread across the page with a content all their own; uncanny, they haunt the body. Paragraphs of disorderly text are ordered; a poetics of life against death seeps through. This is an important and powerful book, concerned with illness that almost tends towards a pathology of speech itself. The body refuses to disappear and the words simultaneously convey despair, heartbreak, and resistance. Bobbi Lurie writes unsparingly about sickness and wayward health in a brave and detailed cartography of body and biography, creating a work of brilliance and renewal. Everyone should read this book, which is everyone's journey, one way or another, a journey from life into life. It is a journey that is all too often shamefully hidden, a journey we need to contemplate and embrace. —Alan Sondheim

This wracked and fragile (i.e. powerful) volume “defines the disorder to not be a noun so much as a metaphor for self-sabotage”–semiotic flux run amok as daily rituals: eating, attending gatherings, girl-things. Long swirls of sensory and cognitive language sentences, one heir to Bob Kaufman’s Second April’s run-ons tinged with a morphine sensibility. A feminine dissolution, self-critical and at the mercy of bare larders and bereft landscapes. Sister Morphine stripped of hip. Honest as hell. —Maria Damon

The Janus face of poetry has given Bobbi Lurie its undivided attention. —Jeff Harrison

What really strikes me is how utmostly clearly her mind worked in the imminence of “... the doctor’s pockmarked face up close as the iv drips 'i’ll kill you,' says he, 'then keep you alive' and i….i…i…” There's nothing surreal about the rushing images, which are deeply and acutely self-reflexive. “perhaps a porch i never sat at a feeling of fellowship against deception ...“ She doesn't fight reason or try to get "beyond" it. I mean: she never tries to escape the here and now by inventing hiding places. “a life without epiphanies is all i ask of poets ...“

In the morphine poems, Bobbi Lurie spares herself and her reader from faked escapes (consequently from the burden of suppressed fears), therefore she doesn't multiply suffering by itself, and that is liberating –and a very rare attitude! “how she gave me her seat as if a friend as i was passing out kindness took my hand filled with stones and sour summer reprieve in fruit ...“ —Márton Koppány

L'Année dernière

In a sprawling baroque hotel, a stranger, X, tries to persuade a married woman, A, to leave her husband, M, and run away with him. He reminds her of her promise when they met a year ago, at Marienbad, but the woman seems not to remember that meeting......

the septimbre of some pwoermds

orthodon'tist

becomingling

strgglue

lawndromat

sobterfuge

yellowquince

possessi've

miinng

retierment