With over a dozen LPs under his belt, Bill Callahan’s voice has taken on some further gravitas, but he sounds spirited as ever. Callahan has just published a book with Drag City—Letters to Emma Bowlcut. I’m not sure if it’s a novella, an epistle, or one hell of a big poem. But questions like that are beside the point.
Author archives for Peter Moysaenko
Boxing and Ex-Girlfriends: Bill Callahan
Joshua Marie Wilkinson: Part II
Josh has a bunch of degrees. He’s also written a nice stack of books. If you read a poem of his you might agree that there’s something wild-eyed and ghostly about it. His newest collection of verse is called Selenography, about two handfuls of sprawling poems accompanied by the Polaroid photography of Tim Rutili, frontman of the band Califone, and Josh’s friend. Part 2 of a 2 part conversation.
JOSHUA MARIE WILKINSON: PART I
Josh has a bunch of degrees. He’s also written a nice stack of books. If you read a poem of his you might agree that there’s something wild-eyed and ghostly about it. His newest collection of verse is called Selenography, about two handfuls of sprawling poems accompanied by the Polaroid photography of Tim Rutili, frontman of the band Califone, and Josh’s friend. Part 1 of a 2 part conversation.
Lunch on Steak Mtn.
X is for Xerox, Gen, and the kind films Steak Mtn. designs sets for. Peter Moysaenko lunches with him and discusses the process and degradation behind SM’s transgressive visions. His recent work for bands such as Against Me! and The Weight raises the bar for new-classic rock imagery, and his upcoming exhibitions in Los Angeles and Minneapolis promise to titillate. Considering himself one of the “Xerox kids,” Steak Mtn. is a veritable punk auteur, contradictory as that may sound.
Richard O. Moore’s Writing the Silences
‘Look Back, Look Ahead’ by Srečko Kosovel
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I’d never heard of Srečko Kosovel, but that shouldn’t come as too great a shock. Raised in a desolate region of Slovenia, educated in Ljubljana, dead by 22, Kosovel is just now reaching the New York shore. Since his death in 1926 varying collections of his poetry have been released. Look Back, Look Ahead marks the first American edition. Read on…
BOMB Poetry Contest Judge Susan Howe’s Live Webcast
This Tuesday, March 23rd, 10:30 AM, Susan Howe, BOMB’s Poetry Contest judge, will be live on the Internet! She’ll be talking with Al Filreis, professor and faculty director at UPenn, and fielding questions from audience members at Kelly Writers House and beyond. Read on to find out how you can participate in the discussion!
Melissa Broder, ‘When You Say One Thing But Mean Your Mother’

The diction pops incessantly, and cuts like “Dear Aging Anarchist,” and “Sweet Spot” serve up a sense of rock ‘n’ roll poetics, brute and oblique. Like rock ‘n’ roll though, in Broder’s verse, wanton escape often loops back to the fears of the forbears, where freedom of choice comes at the cost of deep-seated disappointment.
Luljeta Lleshanaku, ‘Child of Nature’
Night fell cold and clear down Ninth Avenue, people in overcoats ambling arm-in-arm or otherwise whisking past with leather folios in hand, the waxing moon above a dome of citylight. Past heavy glass and distressed metal doors opened the Chelsea Market, its air heavy with smells of bread and coffee and meat. Along the corridor emporium, seated before durable cafe tables, men and women drank from heavy cups and plucked at pastry as if in a dream of some impossibly well-stocked European village.
‘Ghosts of Wyoming’ by Alyson Hagy

“You aren’t supposed to strive in Wyoming,” says city reporter Melanie in a selection from Alyson Hagy’s newest title, a series of short stories set amidst the raw and heavy American West. Despite Melanie’s claim though, she and a fair share of the folks populating Ghosts of Wyoming do the apparent opposite. Read more…


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