Steve Ersinghaus

I’m currently working on a hypertext poem. This means I’m writing poetry. The problem is I’m writing poetry and I have a dozen other things to do. But writing poetry sucks you into an elaborate and time consuming fantasy space, where nothing else should matter but “odes dripping from the tree branches.” [...]

Dan Green engages a post by Obooki (?)
Since I, too, cannot think of any particular novel that “has changed my thinking about life,” and since I also don’t read novels “for philosophy, for meaning” and am antipathetic to “philosophizing” in novels (as well to the underlying notion that fiction is a medium for “saying something” [...]

Susan Gibb raises pertinent questions in this post in her pursuit of Tomas in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. She writes
So Tomas has branded them [the Communists] as guilty; ignorance no excuse for action. Yes, I suppose I can justify the outrage, the blame-laying, and yet, there are degrees of guilt that should lessen [...]

A wonderful conversation here between Shelley Jackson and Vito Acconci at The Believer.
From the perspective of, say, his Mur Island—a floating island in Graz, Austria, that is simultaneously bridge, theater, café, and playground—Acconci’s early poems look like odd little landscapes, with corridors and columns, through which the reader can stroll. Mur Island, in turn, looks [...]

Susan Gibb on Tereza
It is the control of the relationship that is the lightness or weightiness that is at question here for Tereza. The burden she claims to carry which weighs on her, that is, the knowledge of his infidelity and attitude towards love and lovemaking, may in fact be the opposite; the freedom of [...]

Jesse Abbot has a way with stanza breaks. This is from his September 23rd p.o.a.m.:
May the drunk sun of paradox rise
in churches that banish it to Limbo & its kind.
May some limbs in which we linger nights
be there to comfort grieving mums
of war by day, the tears deposited
as honest as proprietary lovers’ clues. (italics [...]

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I’d like to announce the publication of our book, 100 Days.
This is the final and deluxe version of the 100 Images project by my collaboration with Carianne Mack. It’s a pretty wild and heavy volume.

We’ve lost Reginald Shepherd and David Foster Wallace.

Four poems from the 100 Images Project clouded by Wordle.

The 100 Images Project is complete. The show cards are out. All invited.

Here are the relevant links:
Carianne Mack
Steve Ersinghaus
Please explore. Hope to see you at the opening.

This is odd, and oddly typical. Land in Hudspeth County can kill:
Driving down grown-over, washed out, rough roads that Sunset Ranches carved out of the desert, crumbling homes, half-built cinder block structures, weather beaten campers and recreational vehicles speckle the landscape.

Mahmoud Darwish has passed.
But when my words became
honey…
flies covered
my lips!…

This latest by Carianne is color rich and subtly dark, like something happening at night. It was worth two poems, although it was really a matter of being unable to pick between two poems that sort of tumbled out onto the canvas. It’s such a concentration that it provided opportunity to play with further [...]

Carianne Canoing

Carianne Painting

The poetry is moving along and we’ve passed the half way mark in the 100 Images challenge. Somewhere near the 50 mark I hit a transition with one of the weaving characters in the under narrative of the poems, a woman who deals with some sort of identity issue. I have no desire [...]