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TIN SONGS

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Our friends over at Tin House helped me and Allyson Paty get our summer started proper when they published two poems from our collaboration, Torch Songs, in their latest issue. There’s also work from Margaret Atwood, Sophie Cabot Black, Laura Eve Engel, and some guy named Stephen King. Got yr wallet out? Get the goods

POP SICKLE SICKLE POP

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Hatchet Job will be hosting three poets at the Popsickle Festival this year. Each year when Popsickle happens it’s the first real day of summer and poems start growing out of the concrete. This year I’m going to say words about these poets and then they’ll read poems:

-Elizabeth Zuba
-Sarah V. Schweig
-Anna Moschovakis

Maybe after that we’ll all take a train up the river. 

SHADOWBOX

Well I don’t know who wrote this review because why on earth would Publishers Weekly ever credit human beings for their work but hey I agree with everything this person has to say about Joshua Edwards’s latest book,  Imperial Nostalgias

HATCHET JOB XVI

Hatchet Job XVI is happening on June 4 at Suburbia. It’s heating up out there in the streets. Show up at 7:30 and talk to everybody. The barn is felled, you don’t care. It’s Cynthia Cruz, it’s Alex Dimitrov, it’s Jacqueline Waters, it’s Eric Amling. It’s thirteen days away. Like you. 

THREE IDEAS IN THIRTY SECONDS

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Why don’t you head on over to Suburbia and click follow, which allows you the esteemed privilege of following Suburbia, which is now home to the Hatchet Job poetry series. While you’re there, check out these shots of Hatchet Job XV at the new venue, courtesy of Emmanuel Villanueva Cruz. Doesn’t it all just make you want to put your feet up and hear some poetry in June? Stay tuned, renegades. Stay tuned. 

THE EARTH YOU CAN’T STOMACH

I would like to share with you my favorite newspaper correction of the past ten years. And I would like to share with you a poem I wrote called “Correction,” which is published inside the new issue of Gulf Coast. Because sometimes America’s finished and so is your brother. 

POSTCARDS: GONE TALK

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Acquired: City Reliquary, Brooklyn. 2013. 

DEATH MAKE ME A PEASANT

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You all remember how much you loved the first installment of the Selected Movies series over at The American Reader. So awake and sing, ye faithfuls. Here’s Selected Movies: Part Two, with poems written (and erased) via two films: Poetry (2010) and Orpheus (1950). It’s the seventh month of a little thing we like to call The American Columns.

HATCHET NIGHT

Hatchet Job starts a beautiful new life tonight at Suburbia, with Susan Wheeler, Brian Foley, Lindsay Kathleen Turner, and special guest Mark Leidner. Because sometimes you need a special guest to come read and celebrate a new venture and Mark’s like yeah I’ll celebrate that. It all starts at 7:30PM. Let’s raise all the glasses, shall we. 

HATCHET JOB HEADS TO SUBURBIA

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One day the men with the money will bang on your door and say we want to make money. You’ve given us fourteen months of good, hearty work now we want your work to make money. We want the room in which you work to make money. We want your money to make money. These are the words the men spoke to me when they banged on my door. And so ended Hatchet Job’s run of poetry readings at Public Assembly.

And now the people sing: what will a poetry series do for a home?

It will call its home Suburbia. It will stride back into the basement where it was born. It will let you the read the poems you came there to read. It will never argue for time. It will sell the booze low how it should be in Brooklyn. I’ve said it each month and I’ll say it again: Hatchet Job will never cost money.

Suburbia is a DIY punk venue and Hatchet Job is a DIY poetry series and now we are married. 

Hatchet Job XV is next Tuesday, May 7, from 7:30-9:30PM and it’s our first reading at Suburbia. Join Susan Wheeler, Brian Foley, Kathleen Turner, and a very special guest, and let’s throw the after party at our venue, where we work, and let’s cheers to art that won’t take money for an answer.