one of these days, I'm gonna be in pictures
or in print - namely, I've been gestating and mulling over the state of poetical affairs and such, and I see an entry point. There needs to be a journal out there that gives voice to newness, unqualified, that fucking BRINGS IT no matter what. That does, for poetry, what all these banging small press lit mags do for fiction (see: UNSAID [ http://www.unsaidmagazine.com/ ], NY Tyrant [ http://www.nytyrant.com/home.html ], etc.) - bring it, fresh as fucking flowers. Is it presumptuous? possibly. But necessary. I am actively considering fucking putting my absence of money where my abundance of mouth is, and trying to affect change. I think that there's poetry out there that can melt faces, depress uvulas, and penetrate brain flesh, and I think it's our job to find it, and give it the stage it deserves. Nothing small, nothing conventional, nothing simply designed. A big poetry journal for some big fucking words. This is not to say that I'm going to be gone from Rod - on the ...