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Tomorrow Night (12/10/14):

Our reading series closes for the season at Innisfree Poetry Bookstore & Cafe, in Boulder, CO–

with phenomenal artists Richard Froude and Junior Burke, followed by an open mic.

The reading starts at 7pm

The night will be filled with poetry and music and fun!

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ONLINE FEATURE: “A Taste of Gin” Issue Three

A TASTE OF GIN: Issue Three

curated by Kat Fossell, Bombay Gin’s Submissions Editor, Prose Co-Editor, 2014

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Featuring work by: Francesco Bruno-Bossio, Rob Kelleher, and Shawn McDaniel

A Taste of Gin Online Editorial Feature

Each month (or so) Bombay Gin Literary Journal presents an online feature by one of our editorial board members. We call this: “A Taste of Gin.” These tastes give us, as editors, the opportunity to share our individual artistic and aesthetic visions. We split our Bombay Gin third-mind temporarily in order to show you the nuances, quirks, and concerns we, as an editorial board, comprise. We hope you enjoy these future tastings.

Online Feature- JKS Audio Archive


Ink In The Milk

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Andrei Codrescu Lecture on Writing and Publishing, June, 2002

This lecture by Andrei Codrescu was selected for its anecdotal evidence that printing is as nascent as human birth. He begins this gesticulative notion with, “My mother’s womb was the original small press,” and that babies fed on ink milk will outlive, outride. We learn of his origins as the son of the first woman to work in one of Guttenberg’s presses as a color sorter, and his coming of age, flowing from handwriting to “a means of public domain”. The lecture segues into the importance of small presses for cultural appeals and how hyper text may be affecting our consciousness. Andrei Codrescu’s voice is bold and distinct much like its own typeset.

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ONLINE FEATURE-SOMATIC book REVIEW OF Sir

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Somatic Book Review of Sir by HR Hegnauer

Sir
HR Hegnauer
Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs (2013)
$16

Dear Mrs. Alice,

May I call you that?  Are you comfortable operating from a space of Mrs., a dear Mrs.?  In increments, I have come to the point where I must flee to your psyche.  I know this is problematic because you have not given me a map to get there, but I cannot read maps now anyhow.  I won’t miss anything.  I promise.  Yet, I am prepared for when we fail, how we fail and when we cannot be just a little more and.

While I know that with each body in this space, we lose a little air, but do not fear, I have protection. Sir left it for me in the form of a jacket or cloak, I cannot clearly remember, but it blankets us, brightens our colors, and it is precious.  With this in mind, let us go there, to this pivot of mirage.  First, know the difference between grief and lamentation or don’t.  Next, give up on the notion that you can emit time.  Learn, to spell Hannah backwards, and be prepared for the sentiment that words go inside books to die.

Now that we have established some ground rules, I feel comfortable moving forward.  Do you?  “I had a flash-back to my mother leaving for work in the morning when/ I was still a little girl, and she would always say to me, kiss me like a fool.”  I know it is too depressing to put this grief on you over and over again.  I know that it gets difficult when a tear is confused and won’t exit the corner of your eye, but I want us to focus on the migration.  That migration of death; not through a grandfather clock, but rather a migration through that little whistle, that little stroke of air that sounds between the teeth and tongue.

If we are to get there, we need to be cancerous. “The cancer.  It / doesn’t care where or how it started, and it doesn’t care where or how / it’s going wherever it’s going, but it knows it will get there.”  Sir, would have wanted it this way.  This cancer does not distinguish between local and foreign bodies, so please be prepared.  Be prepared for this distinction.  Be prepared to be a little more and, and we will be better off.        

Review by: Daniel Cantrick

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Writing Exercise

AutumnBoulderThis exercise can be done at any time when there are leaves, but is best when executed in autumn. It is also best to print this exercise out, and take it with you, reading it as you go along.

Autumn, with her sly sideways grin, smiles on memory and nostalgia like no other season.

Nostalgia seems to wrap itself around memory like a serpent around a tree. As we try to reach out, to hold memories for just a little bit longer as they decay and fade from us, we miss the moment we are breathing into. That’s why this experiment asks you to GO OUTSIDE. You should wear something warm, if it is cold. Plan ahead so you can optimize the time you have out of doors. Wear good walking shoes. Bring a delicious drink, if you can manage. (Cider is especially good in the fall.) Make sure that you have a box of some sort with you. The box could be small and usually used for jewelry, it could be your glasses’ case, it could be a locket or a cardboard moving box. It could be a refrigerator box if you don’t mind lugging that around.

Step One: Get your box or box-like object and your delicious drink and your warm coat or cloak and go outside. Make sure to walk for at least ten minutes. If you are short on time and want to use your back or front yard, at least walk around for a few minutes. Breathe deeply but not quickly.

Step Two: Find somewhere where many leaves have accumulated on the ground. Sit down. (If executing this exercise in spring or summer or in a warmer climate, find a place to sit under many leaves.) (If executing this during the winter or in a colder climate, sit somewhere leaves used to be, might have been, or could be again.)

Step Three: Notice what you have noticed. Were there birds? (Always a good question.) Was anyone wearing blue? Is the ground cold? Warm? Indifferent? How are the clouds shaped? How does the air smell? What colors are the leaves?

Step Four: Study the leaves. Sit on them, walk over them, put little pieces of their chopped up bodies in your mouth. Inhale them. Think about how every year we push them all into piles and then pack them into garbage cans or bags. How many leaves does it take to fill a garbage can or bag? Do leaves really kill grass if left on top of it all winter long? How many leaves are there in the world?

Step Five: Put some of the leaves into the box or box-like container that you brought with you. This will take an especially long time if you’ve lugged that refrigerator box. As you place the leaves into your container, think about how we measure things. How do you measure a leaf? How much does it weigh? How much do all the leaves you’re stuffing or placing carefully into your box weigh? Did you crush them or leave them whole? How do you measure your writing? By word count? By the weight of each word or the weight of a sentence or phrase? What is the weight of a question mark? By writing words down, are you packing them into boxes, strange containers where they don’t belong? Perhaps when we write we catch a memory and trap it, close the door on it. Maybe we are making room for new memories, or perhaps, even if we can close the door on the past, we are still wandering around a hotel of memories, all those moments inside rooms with different keys, different combinations and codes that allow us to transgress. We may never know the full weight of anything, unless we try to put it in a box.

Step Six: Write what you can of the leaves, of yourself as you are, inside the glorious moment which is all moments, the present. Perhaps try to build something out of the leaves. Take pictures if you want. Think about how we measure our time. Write newness, nowness, forget memory and the past and clinging- forget- and let be. If it is warm enough, take a nap in the sun, or at least let your belly or back feel the warmth generated by the earth.

Step Seven: Take your boxed leaves home and store them somewhere, along with the writing you’ve generated. If possible, weigh them. Weeks or months later, take out the leaves and see what is left. Weigh them again. Weigh your writing again. Remember to forget, to reinvent, to re-imagine. Remember to blur the edges, burn the edges, paint over the primer. Write again, and then again, and then again- keep writing until all of the leaves and remnants of the leaves are dissolved back into dust.

Provided by Kat Fossell

ONLINE FEATURE-SOMATIC BOOK REVIEW OF THE ANTS

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Somatic Book Review of The Ants by Sawako Nakayasu

The Ants
Sawako Nakayasu
Les Figues Press (2014)
$14

To read The Ants by Sawako Nakayasu, begin by buying or making Chinese food (noodles or rice, beef, chicken, tofu, or veggies, that is your choice) and a hamburger. You will also want to acquire a timer of some sort and a metronome. Once you have both Chinese food and a hamburger, proceed to dump the purchased or made food onto the ground of your front porch, back porch, balcony, garage floor, kitchen floor, bathroom tiles, bedroom carpet, the grass of your yard, or the strip of grass implanted in the sidewalk outside your apartment. Dump the food anywhere you will walk past at least twice daily. It is preferable that this place will not be disturbed by other humans, or creatures or objects. Once you have chosen an appropriate spot and dumped the food, wait. Wait for the ants to come to you, or rather, to your humble offering.

When the ants begin their steady invasion, lay down on the ground near the food you have dumped. You can lay on your back or on your stomach or on your side, but make sure to open the pages of The Ants and extend the book towards the offering on the ground. Begin the metronome. Watch closely as the ants approach your offering. Take note of their strong legs, and swiveling antennae. Reach out and turn the pages of the book slowly and with great caution. This will allow time and space for the ants to intermingle with their literary counterpart. Make special note of if the ants are marching with or against the rhythm. Try alternating rhythms with the metronome.

Once the ants are comfortable inside The Ants, turn off the metronome (this step is optional, you can also read to its beat, pounding out a syncopation with the book’s spine each time you turn a page) and begin the timer. You will want to record, as you go along, how long it takes each ant to eventually exit the pages of the book. Do not put the book down at any point until all the ants have clamored out of and off of The Ants. Keep reading while the ants crawl over your fingers and palms and forearms, even after they’ve traversed up to your elbows and shoulders. When you do put the book down, be warned. (There are side-effects. You may find yourself wanting to cover yourself in oil paint, stomp in a freshly calmed puddle, bake a carrot cake, buy an analogue wrist-watch, measure time in apple-speed, walk the Great Wall of China, or super-glue this book to one of your palms.) It is likely that Nakayasu’s rhythmic little soldier words will keep marching through your head for at least as long as it takes to stop feeling the ghost steps of the ants on your skin.

Review by: Kat Fossell

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ONLINE FEATURE: “A Taste of Gin” Issue Two

A TASTE OF GIN: Issue Two

curated by Roger Gude, Bombay Gin’s Art & Archive Co-Editor, Poetry Co-Editor, 2014

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Featuring work by: Dason Anderson, Blake Guffey, Cait Turner, Jeff Hamilton, and Roger Gude

A Taste of Gin Online Editorial Feature

Each month (or so) Bombay Gin Literary Journal presents an online feature by one of our editorial board members. We call this: “A Taste of Gin.” These tastes give us, as editors, the opportunity to share our individual artistic and aesthetic visions. We split our Bombay Gin third-mind temporarily in order to show you the nuances, quirks, and concerns we, as an editorial board, comprise. We hope you enjoy these future tastings.

ONLINE FEATURE-MICRO BOOK REVIEW OF HAUTE SURVEILLANCE

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Micro Review of Haute Surveillance by Johannes Göransson

Haute Surveillance
Johannes Göransson
Tarpaulin Sky Press (2013)
$14

Johannes Göransson’s Haute Surveillance is a textual representation of the horrific and luminous spectacle of a post-modern condition defined by unavoidable participation in (and often a voluntary surrender to) a global war economy. The multi-genre work (a novel in dialogue with prose poetry and punctuated by epistolary and dramatic interludes) embodies a term coined in its own narrative, “atrocity kitsch,” inhabiting bathtubs, war prisons, and a Shining Mansion on the Hill (a dream-like conflation of the White House and the hotel from Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining). What makes Haute Surveillance disturbing while ultimately familiar is that such conflations don’t necessarily come across as products of the author’s, or even the narrator’s, twisted imagination, but as products of culture. Doesn’t the office of the Presidency occupy a space in our cultural imagination somewhere between an ideologically and physically oppressive brute force and an institution of ineffectual celebrity perpetuated by its own mythos? This is an American and post-modern novel because American post-modernity is the only existing site where a female soldier, stationed at a war prison, who gleefully photographs horrific, torturous acts and brutalized bodies, can occupy the same imaginary and publicized space as a Hollywood “starlet.” And Haute characterizes her as such. Unspeakable acts are glamourized in Haute because such acts are so unspeakable in our culture that the cloaks we use to cover them have become both specialized and bedazzled; our ability to look away has developed its own technology. We are constantly threatened with and by surveillance and yet are unwilling to turn our gaze onto and against the looming, big bad spectator. Haute Surveillance, like us, is much more willing to costume horror in a thick, nihilistic sheen.

Review by: Ella Longpre

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ONLINE FEATURE-JKS AUDIO ARCHIVE


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Anselm Hollo, Haryette Mullen, Renee Gladman, and Eleni Sikelianos reading, June, 2002

In honor of the Jack Kerouc School’s 40th anniversary, Bombay Gin feels it’s necessary to share even more content related to the school, its founders and its alumni. This particular recording contains Anselm Hollo’s poignant rendition of his poetry from his collection, Guests of Space (Coffee House Press 2007), followed by other esteemed writers like Harryette Mullen, Eleni Sikelianos, and Renee Gladman. At the JKS conference in October we had the privilege of listening to Jane Dalrymple-Hollo read from Hollo’s work making his voice a staple of the conference and the Jack Kerouac School even after his passing. Also within this file is the subtly striking voice of Reed Bye who fits snugly between the cynically terse Hollo, the delicious language of Gladman, Event Factory (Dorothy 2010), and the beautiful poetic deliveries of Mullen and Sikelianos. While Harryette Mullen didn’t read from Hollo’s work, her latest Urban Tumbleweed: Notes from a Tanka Diary (Graywolf Press 2013) continues to exemplify her craft. Eleni continues to publish and experiment with her latest You Animal Machine (The Golden Greek) (Coffee House Press 2014), a memoir.

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BOMBAY GIN EXTRAVAGANZA!

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What: Bombay Gin 41 Reading and Fundraising Extravaganza!

When: Thursday, November 13 7:00pm – 10:30pm MST

Where: Innisfree Poetry Bookstore and Cafe

Bombay Gin is pleased to announce an evening of reading and fundraising that is not to be missed. The festivities begin at 7pm on Thursday, November 13th with a reading featuring Boulder Tribe poet Jonathan Montgomery, Sacramento poet Ike Torres, and an open mic. Then at 9pm, the party gets started in the name of raising money to support the thriving of Bombay Gin. Refreshments will be served, conversations will be had, and most importantly, prizes will be won!

During the party, we will have a silent auction where you can bid on some mind blowing opportunities with some of your favorite poets. So far we have these confirmed items for your bidding pleasure:

A cassette tape made just for you by Thurston Moore

A personalized somatic ritual written for you by CA Conrad

A consultation on 25 pages of your writing OR a divination card reading by Selah Saterstrom

A personalized chapbook written for you by Mathias Svalina

A personalized care package and handwritten letter from TC Tolbert

Reed Bye taking you out for a drink

Michelle Naka Pierce treating you to chips and guac and a copy of her book Continuous Frieze Bordering Red

Tea with Naropa’s President Chuck Leif

You do not need to attend in order to participate in the auction. Just email your maximum bid for any of the above to bgin@naropa.edu by 10 pm Wednesday, November 12 in order to be included in the bidding. Be sure to include what item you’re bidding on and your contact information!

We will also have a raffle with prizes from City Lights, Les Figues Press, Counterpath, Factory Hollow Press, Boulder Book Store, Innisfree, Buchanan’s, and Cinemark. The more tickets you buy, the better your odds, so bring cash! (Unfortunately, raffle participation is only for those lucky folks who can make it to the party).

More prizes and auction items continue to roll in, so check back regularly for the latest information. Can’t wait to celebrate Bombay Gin with you all!

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