Spring Season 2012 Finale at 17 Poets! with Kim Vodicka's Aesthesia Balderdash

FINAL SHOW FOR THE SPRING 2012 SEASON AT 17 POETS!

JUNE 14TH, 8PM

GOLD MINE SALOON

KIM VODICKA SIGNS HER NEW BOOK 

FROM TREMBLING PILLOW PRESS

www.17poets.com

Belatedly—like everything we wait for—Kathy Acker’s great, I mean really great, grand‐ daughter appears...in Louisiana, naturally (or un‐naturally). Her “blood runneth cheesecake” who penneth this collection of see‐sick lyrics drunk w/ semantic play and painful as “all lights...even stars.” Vodicka’s Aesthesia Balderdash sisters the disaster of gender in ways that matter: “chronically, / abashedly, / rosily, cockily, / dazzlingly.” Not for the faint of art, this is poetry that cunts, I mean counts.” 
—Laura Mullen, author of Dark Archive

Kim Vodicka grew up in Lafayette, Louisiana and received her B.A. in English from UL Lafayette in 2010. She is currently working on her M.F.A. in Poetry at LSU, where she is also a Graduate Teaching Assistant and Co-Coordinator of Delta Mouth Literary Festival 2012. Kim is an avid lover of music, hosts a psychedelic rock show, "Shangri-La-La Land," on KLSU, and is involved in musical-poetic projects. She believes that poems want to be songs very badly, and she can recite most of her work from memory. Her artwork has been published in Tenderloin, and her poems have been published in Shampoo, Ekleksographia, and Dig. Aesthesia Balderdash is her first book.

Back from the beach

We had a lobster bake at the house last night.

The one on the left is Jasmine and the one on the right is McQueen.

The kids like to name lobsters but they don't eat them. Although Blaise did ask Dave if we could eat their faces, how barbaric!

Here they are in a parting shot next to a bed of whole wheat pasta and roasted portabellos.

It is a beautiful thing to behold.

In other news, Laura Mullen's book Murmur is the perfect beach book I discovered as the plot or lack of narrative plot circles around bodies that may or may not have been discovered at a beach that may or may not be part of the story or stories being read or digested or encased in langauge about beaches and bodies, etc. You get the picture...

And to accompany that one must also simultaneously read William Burroughs Letters in which he waxes like the gibbous moon about such topics as piles in the nether regions, his merry-go-round flights to sobriety and back and, of course, mind control and brains that call out for bullets.

And so, do we believe in the "tremendous power of sanity" as George Oppen writes in his Daybooks?