Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Interview

Nelson: I’m curious about your notion of the anti-poetic. What does that look like for you? Is that the everyday diction, the pop-culture allusions, the sense of it being so very much of the contemporary world?

Balzer: Yes. And I worry about those things because, I guess, it’s an evaluation of my own life, which does contain a lot of the pop-culture material and detritus that piles up onto everyday experience. And what’s poetic in that? I feel like I lead a very anti-poetic life. I have to work. I’m not a teacher of poetry. Poetry doesn’t have a day-to-day resonance in my life. Poetry is often very absent from my life. So I was trying to figure out how to marry day-to-day life with the poetic. I was trying to bring poetry back in. So the anti-poetic is my attempt to access what was really poetic for me. And it involves a lot from pop culture. I had to figure out how pop culture separates, or doesn’t, from my existence. I had to figure out how it diminishes my existence while I have a craving for it.

Read Stephanie Balzer's entire interview with poet Christopher Nelson here.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Now Available From CUE Editions

F a s t e r, F a s t e r
by Stephanie Balzer


I read that time passes through people though people believe they are passing through time. Those who are melancholy write from memory but those who are happy, imagination. All surrealists are happy. An MRI can detect if you are madly in love and freshly rejected, the blood nourishing the obsessive-compulsive brain. An MRI can detect if you’re a surrealist. The door handle of your truck, locked: the penny taped to your window, still: the light in your bedroom window, late. Television is a writer’s medium, film a director’s. David Chase thinks The Sopranos is a failure and Norman Mailer the closest thing to the great American novel of today. Beloveds, we live in an age of diminished returns and empathize with Tony’s malaise. “I watch all this fighting, you know,” Sommer emailed, “and these fighters work their asses off. they say things like ‘if you want it you can get it’ as if that is utter truth.” Mike said he’s not going for happiness anymore, only contentment. I heard that attorneys tell illegal immigrants not to drive or even get in cars in case they’re stopped for traffic violations and deported. Barbara said it’s like we’re all ex-patriots now living in our own country. Those with the least power hold access to the purest truth—sounds like Jesus but I’m paraphrasing Bill Moyers. I confess: my state of mind is America. “something to do w entropy, i think. the force of nothingness so much stronger than its opposite.”


CUE Editions
Chapbook #2
5.5 x 7 hand-sewn chapbook printed on high quality paper with vellum insert and stamped cover.
Printed in a limited edition of 100.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Forthcoming

After some delay, the ball is rolling on Stephanie Balzer's chapbook, faster, faster. We're hoping to get it out some time in July. For now, a few of Steph's poems:

from faster, faster

Once, art, morality and truth were contained within religion. Beauty and intelligence, synonymous. We ate at the Pink Taco and then went to the bookstore to buy Female Chauvinist Pigs—get it? And I might have been wearing a thong. In the book group everyone introduced themselves by their names and how they identify; I said I identify as a writer and Audrey said “in bed.” I read the sunset is still a principal metaphor for transcendence, light glinting off crystalline particulates of airborne salt and sand. Sure, you looked hot on a motorcycle at sunset. Beloveds, a heart can physically ache when it’s metaphorically broken. Science loves accidents. I remember learning that airplane wings don’t freeze because of dry ice—a discovery made by accident. “Quickly ... cool these wings!” Now we’ve learned that states are either blue or red, but some already knew this about geography: once the Berlin Wall fell, Coca-Cola infiltrated the blue territory that Pepsi had dominated for years. Some thanked God for giving Coke this chance. But back to the heart.

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A cunt-hair away from perfection, Deadwood, a Zen-like transformation of consciousness—but I know as much about Zen as David Milch does opera. Nothing. Or next to it. Once Li-Young Lee said writing is yogic, but I quit yoga, too. People hold themselves to higher moral standards when they feel they’re being watched, even by eyes that are fake; but do the words eye eye have the same effect? What makes “cunt” the most offensive word? A “c” a “u” an “n” and a “t” that signify the last frontier of American language Milch is forging as though Swearengen himself. Writing into the sunset—get it? I looked up my family history—my great great-uncle Ebenezer was a blacksmith, and another, J.P. Hoy, a detective in Minneapolis who solved the famed case of the murdered dressmaker. One obituary spoke of surviving life among the “savages”... the savages of South Dakota. My great-grandfather owned a hardware store in Revillo in the late 1800s that looked just like Seth and Sol’s, which reminds me of when I saw James Gandolfini on TV in the crowd at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade smiling nothing like Tony Soprano. A wet snow fell. Men dressed as inflatable, jolly elephants strutted to commemorate the first parade 80 years ago when real elephants marched. The unredeemable bookended by sentimentality; that’s what Barbara said about Tony.

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A brown dove in the pine tree. On a post-it taped to my computer I’ve written: “Wait for the wisest of all counselors, time.” Some days I read it and think about you, and others about how the object falls as the last word in the sentence, offset by a comma. For a week I carried in my purse the transcript downloaded off the Internet and authenticated with a stamp, GOVERNMENT EXHIBIT P20056T01-445-A. I couldn’t stop thinking about the last “No.”—how it’s mispunctuated, ending that way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I forget who but a Times critic wrote pejoratively about a poet for “exhibiting infinite faith in language.” Is the offense “infinite” or “faith”? I’m not seriously asking, just letting the abstracts burn out like hot coals. My house, silent. In San Diego over coffee we talked about Nabakov’s synesthesia, metaphor and the brain’s hard wiring. We used “the buttery sun” and discussed how sufferers are overwhelmed by malls. My teacher Frank didn’t understand poets who wrote about malls; I wrote about childhood and the ocean. When I told Morgan I wanted a monkey in this one, he said what about the ape in 2001: A Space Odyssey who throws up a bone. I though he meant vomit. Wendy took a picture in Costa Rica of three monkey skulls lined up on a picnic table: the monkeys starved because too much rain caused the fruit to rot.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The Countdown

If you haven't picked up a limited edition copy of Mark Horosky's Let It Be Nearby, now is the time. Only 30 copies left, and we ain't makin' more.

On deck: Stephanie Balzer.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Now Available from CUE Editions--Mark Horosky's Let It Be Nearby





Let It Be Nearby (CUE Editions, 2008), Mark Horosky's debut collection w/ cover(s) art by Amie Robinson is now available in a limited edition of 100 chapbooks. LIBN is printed on 15 unbound 6 3/4" x 6 3/4 " chap-cards that have both a Side A and Side B. Chaps come in four different colors (red / mustard / blue / teal) and are slipped inside a 7" paper record sleeve.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Mark Horosky's Let It Be Nearby





CUE Editions' inaugural chapbook, Mark Horosky's Let It Be Nearby (in a limited edition of 100 copies), is finished and will have its debut Friday, December 5 at Sommer Browning's Multifarious Array reading at Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. If you can't make the Brooklyn reading, you'll be able to purchase a copy of LIBN via Pay-Pal. Check back here in a few weeks for more information.

CUE Issue 7

Summer 2007 Volume IV, Issue II CUE 7 includes new work by Karla Kelsey, G.C. Waldrep, Michael Schiavo, Ravi Shankar, Barbara Cully, Stephanie Balzer, Mark Horosky, Shelly Taylor, Ann Fine, Jon Thompson, Arianne Zwartjes and a Kora in Hell retrospective by Stephen Cushman.

CUE Issue 6

Winter 2007 Volume IV, Issue I (Guest-Edited by Jason Zuzga) Contents: Jason Zuzga, John Taggart, CA Conrad, Jean-Paul Pecqueur, Sarah Dowling, Sam Petulla, Julia Bloch, Monica Youn, Greta Byrum, Rodney Phillips, Regan Good, Ryan Eckes, Gabriel Gudding, Matt Miller, Michael Snedicker, Anna Maria-Hong, and Elisabeth Frost reviews Harryette Mullen's Recyclopedia.

CUE Issue 5

Summer 2006 Volume III, Issue II Contents: John Ashbery, Rosmarie Waldrop, Peter Jay Shippy, Michael Schiavo, Boyer Rickel, Steve Timm, Campbell McGrath, Christophe Casamassima, Michael Rerick, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Angelo Crespo, and a special commentary by Dan Hoy on Also, with My Throat, I Shall Swallow Ten Thousand Swords: Araki Yasusada’s Letters in English by Tosa Motokiyu.

CUE Issue 4

Winter 2006 Volume III, Issue I Contents: Michael Palmer, Lisa Jarnot, Andrew Zawacki, G.C. Waldrep,
Brian Clements,
Jason Zuzga, David Lehman, Dan Hoy, Stephanie Balzer, Cheryl Pallant, Karen An-hwei Lee, Gary Young, Brandon A. Wyant, Beth Alvarado, and Curtis L. Cristler

CUE Issue 3

Summer 2005, Volume II, Issue II
Contents: Donna Stonecipher, Ron Silliman, Karen Brennan, Tony Tost, Mark Horosky, Hugh Steinberg, Mary Ruefle, Luke Trent, Deborah Bernhardt, Michael Malinowitz, Donna Steiner, Janet Kaplan, Michael Schiavo, and a review of Tony Tost's Invisible Bride.

CUE Issue 2

Winter 2005, Volume II, Issue I
Contents: Rita Dove, Sally Keith, John Levy, Joel Bettridge, Mark Yakich, Andrew Michael Roberts, Matthew Thorburn, A. Van Jordan, Russell Edson,Matthea Harvey, Paul Dickey, Julia Story, Adam Fairbanks, Robin Behn, Justin Jamail, and an interview with Karen Volkman.

CUE Issue 1


Winter 2004, Volume I, Issue I
Contents: Jane Miller, Scott Hartwich, Jonathan VanBallenberghe, Stephen Cushman, Barbara Cully, David Lehman, Charles Fort, Brian Clements, Boyer Rickel, Adam Chiles, Aloysius Bertrand, David Lazar, David Young, Alison Hawthorn Deming, James Tate, an interview with David Lehman on Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to the Present, reviews of Karen Volkman's Spar and Barbara Cully's Desire Reclining.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Coming Soon



Rules and Regulations at the New York Public Library

No sexual acts. No sitting or standing idly about, sleeping, or lingering aimlessly. Mutilating, damaging, or defacing any book, map, picture, engraving, film, manuscript, cassette is prohibited. So is the use on library premises of alcohol, narcotics, or hallucinogens. No display or use of weapons. No smoking. No obscene and/or abusive language or gestures. Shoes must be worn. No playing radios; the use of portable television sets is prohibited. No cameras, typewriters, cellular telephones. Talking is permitted, but only in quiet tones and low voices. No behavior leading to the suspicion of intoxication. All briefcases, oversized handbags, notebooks, carry-alls, overcoats, luggage, packages, and shopping bags are subject to inspection by security. No soliciting staff. Infested clothing or unpleasant body odor is unacceptable. Animals are not permitted in library buildings.

-Mark Horosky
forthcoming in Let It Be Nearby

Sunday, October 14, 2007

And So It Begins...

CUE Editions is proud to announce that Mark Horosky's Let It Be Nearby will be the first book in our new chapbook series.