As citizens in the commonwealth of language, we are anxious to make new work freely and easily available, using the swift herald of the internet to bring readers chapbooks and other texts they can read and download without cost. The first publications in this series:
Eyeland, photos by Charlotte Mandell with texts by Lynn Behrendt, Billie Chernicoff, Robert Kelly, and Tamas Panitz.
A chapbook of poems by Tamas Panitz, THE EMPTY STATIONS.
THE LANGUAGE OF EDEN by Robert Kelly.
OVERTURE by Eléna Rivera.
free floating instant nations: preverbs by George Quasha.
Old Codger’s Rants and Reveries by Charles Stein.
For Else by Cameron Seglias.
ANSWER THE LIGHT, drawings by Sherry Williams and poems by Robert Kelly.
TWO AMBERS, poems by Anne Gorrick.
The Fifteen Promises of Our Lady by Sophie Strand.
FOURTEEN COMPLEX VIBRATIONS OF THE BASILAR MEMBRANE by Michael Ives.
Eaux Metambesen! Photos by Charlotte Mandell.
The Pleasures, poems by Billie Chernicoff.
ABANDONED LINES by Thomas Meyer.
Madonna as Pelican by Celia Bland.
In Her Wake by Dorota Czerner, with images by Hanna Sidorowicz.
Lechah Dodi by Alana Siegel.
SONNETS by Ian Dreiblatt.
RUN and other poems by Lynn Behrendt.
NON-JURING EPISCOPALIAN LUDDITE SONNETS by Peter Lamborn Wilson.
CLAWS by Barbara Leon and Robert Kelly.
The Lemon by Ben Tripp.
A BREAK IN THE WEATHER by Robert Kelly.
SCRATCHING THE WIND and THE ANCRAM TRIADS by Tamas Panitz.
SEVEN FAIRY TALES by Robert Kelly.
Reflets dans l’eau by Charlotte Mandell.
A LADY’S SHOE by Carey Harrison.
A BOOK OF SPELLS by Mikhail Horowitz.
I TAROCCHI NUOVI by Robert Kelly.
A Book of Foxes by Pierre Joris.
DEFINITIONS by Tamas Panitz.
STEPS by Robert Kelly.
THE DRAWN MOON, images by Louise Smith, texts by Tamas Panitz.
the eros of soft exterior shocks by George Quasha.
Approximately Near by Kimberly Lyons.
A Journal of Places by Brenda Coultas.
BESTIARY by Lila Dunlap.
NEW! Le Bon Dieu Drives a Flying Something / Psychic Robot Loves You by Micaela Morrissette.
About “the flanges of words”
In 1855 Whitman took some leftover green paper covers from the first edition of Leaves of Grass, cut them small, and bound them into at least one pocket notepad. Once in the library of the generous Charles Feinman in Detroit, I held that notebook in my hand, opened it, and found that Whitman had written on only one page, and on it only one phrase: “the flanges of words.” That phrase has haunted me ever since, with its precise delineation of how words fit together in poetry, joining always firmly, but always at some angle.
— from Robert Kelly’s “The Book” in the forthcoming (November 2014) issue of Conjunctions: 63
Metambesen is the old name of the stream that flows from the silver lodes of the Taghkanic Hills to the Hudson, passing the house where these words are edited. When we first moved here, old men still panned for gold dust in its waters. On the maps they call it the Sawkill.