Archive for the “Announcements” category
blip drip
by Travis Jeppesen on October 16, 2011
The Lisbon-based musician/sound artist Motile has turned the poem “Blip Drip,” from my 2006 collection Poems I Wrote While Watching TV, into a song. flip the want to get us through lack of sensate warmth stare at artificial stars (…)
The Names
by Travis Jeppesen on October 9, 2011
The Names is a section from The Suiciders, a novel. Read it here.
I’m in China
by Travis Jeppesen on June 22, 2011
….in case you haven’t heard. Will be until late July, it looks to be at the moment. If you need to get in touch, the best way is through e-mail: travis.jeppesen@gmail.com. Facebook don’t work.
Longitude’s Necklace
by Travis Jeppesen on June 4, 2011
“Her heart is boundless, bleeding. She is the porn star mother of us all, the whore, and she doesn’t even acknowledge her own presence once the forest threatens to overtake her human-style longing. She dresses in fur and feathers, leaves (…)
Dust
by Travis Jeppesen on May 9, 2011
“I don’t want a policeman in the room when I’m fucking.” Bruce Benderson and I discuss the subject of youth in the inaugural issue of Dust, which can be ordered here.
Bruce Benderson and Gary Indiana and Eileen Myles
by Travis Jeppesen on April 26, 2011
It doesn’t matter; there is no matter. Memory doesn’t spit out physical objects, all pristine and shiny. If there is such a thing as a truth in writing, about writing, then it’s always located in the roughness around the edges. (…)
Rainer Fetting at the Berlinische Galerie
by Travis Jeppesen on April 24, 2011
“Buildings and walls may be erected and razed, but something about the city always stays the same. Gray, sunless Berlin with its sullen, underfed inhabitants who only come out at night. Berlin in dim, chronically underlit bars where you have (…)
Itchy Homo
by Travis Jeppesen on April 23, 2011
Where the life of the mind is concerned, totalitarianism has already triumphed, and its benefactor has been American-style democracy. This is reflected widely in the “literature” that is most praised and consumed in our culture, a literature that can no (…)
Dieter Roth in London
by Travis Jeppesen on April 22, 2011
He allowed every type of material, organic and synthetic, into his universe, and fittingly, much of the work is now undergoing the kinds of processes the human body endures once life has vacated it.