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Hadara Bar-Nadav is the author of Lullaby (with Exit Sign), awarded the Saturnalia Books Poetry Prize; The Frame Called Ruin, Runner Up for the Green Rose Prize from New Issues; and A Glass of Milk to Kiss Goodnight, awarded the Margie Book Prize. Her chapbook, Show Me Yours, was awarded the 2009 Midwest Poets Series Award. She is also co-author of the best-selling textbook Writing Poems, 8th Edition. Recent awards include fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Hadara is currently Associate Professor of English at the University of Missouri-Kansas City.

This interview with Hadara Bar-Nadav about Lullaby (with Exit Sign) and The Frame Called Ruin was conducted during the summer of 2013 by five poets: Jim Davis, Dan Fliegel, Adam Lizakowski, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q:Many of the pieces in Lullaby (with Exit Sign) are prose poems. Could you discuss your process regarding prose poems? For instance, do you consciously set out to write a poem without line breaks, or do you take a draft and then "stretch" it into the prose form--or both of these? Furthermore, what do you believe is lost, gained, or changed by writing and/or reading a poem that is in a prose format, specifically with the elimination of the "poetic line"/line break? Finally, many of your prose poems make use of many sentence fragments, such as, for example, in "To Ache Is Human," where your write, among others lines, "The nerve in nervous, in sever and serve." How do you use fragments to affect the rhythm or caesura in your prose poems?

The poems in Lullaby (with Exit Sign) are largely elegiac. I don't know that I initially decided to write a manuscript of prose poems. The weight of grief just leveled me, and leveled the poems in terms of form. Once I started to write a few of the Dickinson-inspired prose poems, I discovered I had a form to lean on, and this helped me as I navigated the writing of these (often difficult) elegies.

I don't think anything is lost in writing prose poems, except for, obviously, the line break. But the line break could be said to be "ghosted" in other ways; pauses become suggested through syntax and sound. The hard syntax and sound of the prose poems in Lullaby would have been too obvious, in my mind, broken into lines with neat end-rhymes. Nothing is neat about grief. It is messy and consuming, coming from all sides at once. The syntax and sound was thereby cast in tension against its form, which was a formal way of creating even more tension.

The way I use fragments is probably specific to each poem--each soundscape that arose as I was writing each poem. But I was very aware that many of these poems would need fragments--language at the breaking (or already broken) point. Many of these poems felt ripped through my teeth. I didn't necessarily want to write them (just as I didn't want my father to be dead). But I also knew I had to write them, for my family, for myself, and most importantly for other people, those readers who have suffered grief and loss. The poems helped me overcome the smothering silences that often surround grief. Ask someone whose family was killed in the Holocaust what silence is--large as an ocean, as the sky.




Poets Interview Poets: Over the course of May and June, interviews will by appearing by various poets discussing their most recent books. These interviews will be conducted by another group of poets including Jim Davis, Dan Fliegel, Adam Lizakowski, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.






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Lynne Thompson's Beg No Pardon won the Perugia Press First Book Award and the Great Lakes Colleges New Writers Award. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Thompson was recently commissioned to write a poem to celebrate the installation of Alison Saar's statue of Harriet Tubman at her alma mater, Scripps College, and she has received residences from the SLS Summer Literary Seminars and the Vermont Studio Center. Recent work has appeared in Sou'Wester, Solo Novo, Ploughshares and the 2010 anthology New Poets of the American West. The December 2012 issue of the journal Spillway will be her first as Review & Essay Editor of that publication.

FEAR OF THE BIT

First came a thought of pronouns, under-
pants, tin. Next, she noticed her parents
feared evolution and abstract paintings.
They taught her to fear one-liners, drywall,
and the entire state of Georgia. She taught
herself to fear receptacles, sportscasters,
corkscrews, and the number nine. While
others admit to a fear of interbreeding
and nomads, a clan of wild gypsies fears
Big Ben. Some Christians own up to a fear



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Ryan Walsh grew up in West Virginia and is author of The Sinks (winner of the 2010 Mississippi Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest). His poems have appeared in EcotoneFIELDGreen Mountains ReviewNarrative, among others, and he serves on the editorial board of Q Ave Press, makers of handmade poetry chapbooks. He has degrees from Warren Wilson College and the University of Wisconsin-Madison and taught for several years at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor. A scholarship recipient from the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference and finalist for a Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship in 2011, he currently works at the Vermont Studio Center and lives in Johnson, VT.

SAM'S GAP, TN/NC

You must be born again.
First clouds, then rain,
then evaporation's cool hand
lifting. The horizon we see
is the horizon. Tracings
of hawk. Eyeful
of mountain like
the body of the beloved
in repose. You cannot
go home again.





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Matthew Guenette is the author of two books. His most recent poetry collection is American Busboy (University of Akron Press, 2011), a book inspired by his years busing tables at a vast warehouse of a seafood restaurant where the food was mostly fried and always served on disposable dinnerware. His first book, Sudden Anthem (Dream Horse Press, 2008), won the 2007 American Poetry Journal Book Prize. He has been awarded residencies for the Hessen-Wisconsin Literary Fellowship and the Vermont Studio Center. His poems appeared in Another Chicago Magazine, Barn Owl Review, DIAGRAM, Indiana Review, and numerous others. He lives and works Madison, Wisconsin.

—PROLOGUE—
           for Josh Bell

When we failed to steal lobsters
from a rival's tank
they made us eat
fistfuls of tartar sauce.

Busing tables
is a form of worship—
The managers would be screaming—
BUSING TABLES

IS A FORM OF WORSHIP!
until we became abstract compositions,
shocked into prepping
the Golden-Brown Traps




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Jocelyn Casey-Whiteman is author of Lure (Poetry Society of America, 2010). Her poems have appeared in journals such as Boston Review, DIAGRAM, and elsewhere, and she's received grants from the Vermont Studio Center and The Association of Writers & Writing Programs. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing at Columbia University. She writes and teaches yoga in New York City.

Belladonna

In the first grade I kissed my best friend on her cheek
And said yes

When an older boy asked if we were in love
Because we were.

When I am alone too much
I feel crazy like the fixed eye of a rooster.

Maybe I've just loved the wrong sort.




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Nikky Finney was born in South Carolina, within listening distance of the sea. A child of activists, she came of age during the civil rights and Black Arts Movements. At Talladega College, nurtured by Hale Woodruff's Amistad murals, Finney began to understand the powerful synergy between art and history. Finney has authored four books of poetry: Head Off & Split (2011); The World Is Round (2003); Rice (1995); and On Wings Made of Gauze (1985). Professor of English and creative writing at the University of Kentucky, Finney also authored Heartwood (1997) edited The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South (2007), and co-founded the Affrilachian Poets. Finney's fourth book of poetry, Head Off & Split was awarded the 2011 National Book Award for poetry.

This interview with Nikky Finney about Head Off & Split was conducted during the summer of 2012 by five poets: Aaron Delee, Dan Fliegel, Dane Hamann, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q: As I was reading your collection of poems in Head Off & Split, I was struck by the image and sensation of bodies in motion. There was, of course, the motions of workers and customers at the fishmonger's market and dancers at the wedding, but there were also many instances of the act of running. These can be found in the Condoleezza poems, the poems mentioning Olympians Wilma Rudolph and Jesse Owens, in an epigraph to a poem, as well as many other examples of the narrator or other people running. Can you please address why running figures so strongly in many of these poems?

Nikky Finney: What a wonderful close observation. I've never been asked this before. I've never thought about this before. This is what I know. I have always paid very close attention to the human body. When I was a girl my mother would always say to me, "Don't be rude. Stop staring." But I couldn't help myself. I stared at people everywhere. Walking. Running. On bicycles. Leaning at the bus stop. Dancing. Preaching. I love the human body. I love how it works. I stare even when it doesn't work so well. It's beautiful then too. I love how the bones and muscles reset and work in new ways when it has to. I remember my first ever anatomy class in college and how I couldn't put my anatomy book down. On this very day there is a hardback Gray's Anatomy on my writing desk. Running is one of the most beautiful acts the body can achieve. I have no idea why so many people in this book are running. I can only tell you this: nothing is more beautiful than to see the human body this close to flight.




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Heather June Gibbons was born in Utah and grew up on an island in Washington State. She has been the recipient of a 2012 Fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center, a Pavel Strut Poetry Fellowship from the Prague Summer Program, a Agha Shahid Ali Scholarship from the Fine Arts Work Center, and a university prize from the Academy of American Poets. Her chapbook, Flyover, was published by Q Ave Press in 2012. Her poems have appeared widely in journals such as Gulf Coast, The Southeast Review, The Cincinnati Review, Indiana Review, Blackbird, New Ohio Review, and Drunken Boat. She was residing in Indiana and teaching creative writing and literature at Purdue University, but recently relocated to California where she will be teaching at San Francisco State University.

FOLK SONG

Since they detangled the wires under my hair
and took out the bad parts, not even the bending
of light saddens me. I see a family glisten on the bay
in a white sailboat and perch awhile, invisible,
eavesdropping on their inner-peace. A bluefin tuna
blurs by, an immense iridescence with an under-bite.
My mouth is wired to a trigger point on the sole
of my right foot. Press it and I say the funniest things.
Hiss-hiss go the dog-faced snakes in the vault, here kitty-kitty
goes the little engine that could. When I say she snapped,
I mean she danced like a suspension bridge
in an earthquake, fell into the strait, felt her neck give,



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BRIAN BARKER is the author of The Black Ocean (Southern Illinois University Press, 2011), winner of the Crab Orchard Open Competition, and of The Animal Gospels (Tupelo Press, 2006), winner of the Tupelo Press Editor's Prize. His awards include an Academy of American Poets Prize and the 2009 Campbell Corner Poetry Prize. He has earned degrees in Creative Writing and Literature from Virginia Commonwealth University, George Mason University, and the University of Houston. He is married to the poet Nicky Beer and teaches at the University of Colorado Denver, where he co-edits Copper Nickel. Read excerpts here and here.

This interview with Brian Barker about The Black Ocean was conducted during the summer of 2012 by five poets: Aaron Delee, Dan Fliegel, Dane Hamann, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q: In your book The Black Ocean, the opening poem "Dragging Canoe Vanishes from the Bear Pit into the Endless Clucking of the Gods" varies widely in line and form. How did this come about, and what were your intentions?

Brian Barker: This type of long poem in varied sections is a poem that I learned how to write from reading the work of Larry Levis. There are three such long poems in my first book, The Animal Gospels, and it felt like the right form for such a large subject matter--the genocide of the Cherokee people--that spanned hundreds of years. In a sectioned poem like this one, the white space allows you to shift gears, to move in time between sections, for example, or to switch points-of-view, or to slide between the lyric and narrative modes. When dealing with large subject matter, this method gives you the opportunity to layer images and to circle the subject matter, to try to get at it from different angles and bring complexity to the poem. Also, as a writer, I just find such shifts in style fun and challenging, and, pragmatically, a way to create texture that keeps a long poem like this lively and from becoming too dense and boring.




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Dean Rader is professor of English at the University of San Francisco where he held the National Endowment for the Humanities Chair. Rader's debut poetry collection, Works and Days won the 2010 T. S. Eliot Prize judged by Claudia Keelan (Truman State University Press, 2010). He has published widely in the fields of poetry, literary studies, American Indian studies, and visual and popular culture. He regularly contributes op-eds and book reviews to San Francisco Chronicle and blogs at The Weekly Rader, SemiObama and 52 Gavins. Read excerpts here and here.

This interview with Dean Rader about his poetry book Works and Days was conducted during the spring of 2011 by eight poets: Danielle Burhop, Aaron Delee, Dane Hamann, Sarah Jenkins, Anthony Opal, Christine Pacyk, C. Russell Price, and Lana Rakhman.

Q: When I first picked up your collection, before reading any of the poems, I made the connection between your title and Hesiod. In what ways did Hesiod's largely agrarian poetry influence this collection?

Dean Rader: I grew up in a farm town in Western Oklahoma. In fact, up until a couple of years ago, we still had a family farm, though neither my parents nor I worked the farm. But my grandfather did, as did his brother and, of course, their parents. Most of the economy in Western Oklahoma is farm-based, so I grew up smack dab in the middle of the culture, the patterns, and the values of farming. I was always very intrigued by Hesiod's Works & Days. It's a zany text. Rambly and a bit crazy. But, I loved how Hesiod's poem articulated this deep connection between farming, duty, and the divine. It was a trinity I related to on a profound level.




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Beth Bachmann's first book, Temper, was selected by Lynn Emanuel as winner of the AWP Award Series 2008 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry and won the 2010 Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Her new manuscript recently won the Poetry Society of America's Alice Fay Di Castagnola Award. Read an excerpt here.

This interview with Beth Bachmann about her poetry book Temper was conducted during the spring of 2011 by eight poets: Danielle Burhop, Aaron Delee, Dane Hamann, Sarah Jenkins, Anthony Opal, Christine Pacyk, C. Russell Price, and Lana Rakhman.

Q: Many of the poems in the book feel restrained, in their messages and by the form (or in their lengths); you're always edging onto something, but cut away from it quickly. So, much of the book reads in what is not being said, rather than what is stated; the confusion, the mystery surrounding its central drama. Is there a particular reason you chose this route over lengthier and expository poetry?

Beth Bachmann:I love the short lyric form: Dickinson, Rilke, The Book of Odes. I have a strong appreciation of silence. And in a poem, of staged space.




Weird Al and me

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Simone Muench micro-interviewed by Daniel Handler

Visit The Believer here



Chicago Art Images: January - June 2010

Noelle Mason @ Thomas Robertello:
Noelle Mason @ Thomas Robertello
Above: LAN Party, in the exhibition,
Bad Boys
April 9 - June 5, 2010
Thomas Robertello Gallery
939 West Randolph Street
Chicago, IL 60607
www.thomasrobertello.com

Previously:
What makes a man start fires?
Noelle Mason @ Antena Gallery, 2008
www.antenapilsen.com/exhibit01.html
And:
X-ray image of ivory buddha in transit from Hong Kong to Chicago
Noelle Mason @ Alogon Gallery, 2008
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www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/7537.html


Tony Fitzpatrick (candid) @ Studio 1020:
Tony Fitzpatrick (candid) @ Studio 1020



Roger Hiorns @ Art Institute of Chicago:
Roger Hiorns @ Art Institute of Chicago
Above: Untitled (Alliance)
Two Pratt and Whitney TF33 P9 engines from Boeing EC135 Looking Glass long-range surveillance planes.
May 1-September 19, 2010
Monroe Street entrance of the Modern Wing; Third Floor; Bluhm Family Terrace. Major funding by Boeing. Curated by the Art Institute of Chicago's Frances and Thomas Dittmer Chair and Curator of Contemporary Art: James Rondeau.
http://art.newcity.com/2010/05/10/review-roger-hiornsart-institute-of-chicago
http://blog.artic.edu/blog/2010/06/16/roger-hiorns-in-conversation
http://www.tate.org.uk/britain/exhibitions/artnow/rogerhiorns/default.shtm



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Images: Chicago Openings September 19 - December 19, 2009

Wesley Kimler, Painter
Wesley Kimler: Open Studio
2046 W. Carroll, Chicago IL
December 19, 2009
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Adam Ekberg @ Thomas Robertello
Adam Ekberg @ Thomas Robertello
In the between
December 11, 2009 - February 6, 2010
939 W. Randolph, Chicago
"Born in 1975, Adam Ekberg resides in Chicago and graduated the School of the Art Institute's MFA Photography program in 2006."
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2046: Sharkparty

Rizzo



Karma, Old Dogs, and Fine Men



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Small souls, extant and visible in the world, come around to fill in the gaps towards the fruition of our humanity. They offer small things that well founded, and confident people sometimes cannot offer, a recognition of suffering and injustice... and with gentle resolve, they lie quietly at our feet, dreaming magnificent combinations of swift motion, adoration, and devotion.





Dawoud Bey on Art Babble

Dawoud Bey on Art Babble



The "In the Factory" series brings you an interview with Chicago's great photographer Dawoud Bey as he discusses his career as an artist, working with high school students and his exhibition at the Indianapolis Museum of Art, Class Pictures: Photographs by Dawoud Bey.



Stopping Old Bullets

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The Bridge


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The Chicago River is an artery of great renown in the history of the city, and it connects the lower waterways that lead to the town of Lockport and beyond. Near the old neighborhood where I used to live, the river divides the district, from Chinatown, down through the Northern European neighborhood of Pilsen, and into the South Loop of the Chicago Center.



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Jeffrey Dorchen is an essayist, fiction writer, and internationally produced playwright. He has also served the theater as a composer, musician, music director and dramaturg. He is an autodidact scholar of Jewish folklore and agaddot.



Studs Terkel Passes Away

I wish the wonderful patron saint of Chicago and America had lived to see Obama elected. The author-radio host-actor-activist and national treasure has died. "My epitaph? My epitaph will be 'Curiosity did not kill this cat,'" he once said. Studs died Friday afternoon in his home on the North Side. At his bedside was a copy of his latest book, P.S. Further Thoughts From a Lifetime of Listening, scheduled for release this month. He was 96 years old. Studs Terkel was part of a great Chicago literary tradition that stretched from Theodore Dreiser to Richard Wright to Nelson Algren to Mike Royko, as Mayor Richard M. Daley said.

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the masked announcer has left the auditorium

joeldorn.jpg very sad news - joel dorn has got his hat - the masked announcer checked out this past monday

after a sudden heart attack - the great producer/hilarious liner note scribbler/grand imagineer/photographer had a heart attack on monday and has left us behind in this very sad and square world - it was an honor to be his friend and collaborator - as a teenager i would buy records by guys i never heard of simply because his name appeared on the back of the jacket - beyond the far-out rufus harley blowin bagpipe jazz there were incredible - life-changing discs by rahsaan, yusef, les and eddie, fathead and hank, leon redbone - on and on

if you don't know - as hal willner says "google his ass!" jd gave me the shot when most folks closed the doors - as he said about rahsaan or yusef - he was "truly singular" more thoughts to come on the late, great jd - i'll miss him terribly - i'm sure we all will... he was the only guy i knew who called a pakastani cab driver "babe"

- jdk



A Photo Essay Homage To The Whale Shark

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Mission of Burma: The Face of Courage

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BANGKOK, Monday, Sept. 24 — The largest street protests in two decades against Myanmar’s military rulers gained momentum Sunday as thousands of onlookers cheered huge columns of Buddhist monks and shouted support for the detained pro-democracy leader Daw Aung San Suu Kyi.

Winding for a sixth day through rainy streets, the protest swelled to 10,000 monks in the main city of Yangon, formerly Rangoon, according to witnesses and other accounts relayed from the closed country, including some clandestinely shot videos.
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Alexander Wilson's Magnolia Warbler

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In 1811, near the end of his life, poet, ornithologist, naturalist and illustrator Alexander Wilson named this common North American warbler after observing it for the first time in the branches of a Mississippi magnolia tree. This bird, which breeds in spruce trees near the Canadian border of the United States and in Canada, is commonly called the Black and Yellow Warbler.



In Praise of Courage 2

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American Flag by Kirt Markle



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Hey all Sharks and Shark readers! I’m coming to Chicago from Europe, but only very quickly. I’ll be there from Wednesday, April 25th through Monday, April 30th. I’ll be in the Artists Project part of the Art Fair, actually in a building next to the Merchandise Mart, every day from and then at events and so on at night. Please come visit me there, as I would love to see everyone I know, as well as anyone who enjoy my Shark posts and even those who dislike my posts. Please drop by my booth and/or contact me through the artist Wesley Kimler, with whom I’m staying.



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Here is a link to a good interview-cum-discussion with Matthew Collings, one of my favorite “art commenters“ or critics. He can be vicious, flippant, London-boosterish, London-dismissive and cynical — yet is always interesting, far more intelligent than I think he wants to let on and very insightful about current art and the artworld.

Collings is an artworld star in his own right. In print, such as Modern Painters, on the radio and in various TV series about art. Furthermore, he is a successful abstract painter in his own right, disproving the oft-espoused claim that critics are failed artists. Perhaps more surprisingly still, he often, very often, doesn't actually like art now being made. Yet, he is passionate and fervent even in his distaste for the prevailing trends in post-modern art. It has been said of him that “with his eloquent and engaging approach to art criticism, he is one of the foremost art critics.” I agree. Get an enjoyable taste of him here on Radio New Zealand in an interview (about 40 minutes) with Kim Hill: http://www.radionz.co.nz/audio/national/sat/matthew_collings



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U.S. personnel 6,821 Killed 19,217 Wounded 2,648 Combat Fatigue Total 28,686

Marine Casualties 23,573

Japanese Troops 1,083 POW and 20,000 est. Killed



Tonight on 93 XRT in Chicago

Sharkforum's very own Nick Tremulis shares a radio show withi Jon Langford called "The Eclectic Company". Tonight's show promises to be another good one:

Tuesday, February 20 at 10 PM: Fat Tuesday Special - Nick is joined by Mark Guarino, Daily Herald music columnist, and Bloodshoot Records owner and co-founder, Rob Miller for a show devoted to songs and stories from today's New Orleans.



Waiting for the Other Shoe

January 4. The clouds sweeping low across the southern horizon, you can just see the peaks of the Alps. We never see them spread in their full immensity from our aerie under the eaves of this old house, itself sitting atop the old city walls of Diessenhofen am Rhein. To get the full panorama you need to climb away from the river. Sometimes we don’t see the mountains for weeks on end, but it’s a good feeling to know they’re there, looming across the southern rim of Europe, with the Mediterranean world beyond. I always feel like I need a geographical fix in my head, an internal GPS, to know where I’m standing. I don’t think I’m alone in this; I believe this is why we like to watch the monitor screen tracking our progress when we fly across the Atlantic. I’m trying to get such a fix now, I guess, though it is time as much as geography that concerns me. The year is young but the hour is late. Where do we stand, and where do we go from here?




Paschke on Carroll on Paschke

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Photo of Ed Paschke by John Reilly. Photo of Paul Carroll by Sheldon Goldstein.

"The Cavalcade of Hats"
Talking with Ed Paschke about Paul Carroll
By KC Clarke

I called Ed Paschke during the summer of 2001 to ask if he'd get together with me to share some of his memories about Paul Carroll: poet, publisher of Big Table magazine (the archive of which is at the University of Chicago Library), Big Table Books, founder of The Program for Writers at the University of Illinois Chicago, and The Poetry Center, Inc. at the Museum of Contemporary Art . Ed invited me to his Howard Street Studio, and for most of the time we talked, he worked on a painting.




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I recently gave the "opening speech" for a show and book signing by artist, "low-brow" queen, illustrator, comic artist, poster artist, indy rocker and all-around Wunderfrau, Tara Mc Pherson. I'm posting it here because I think her artwork is great, crosses and ignores "important" borders, and because she and her colleagues have successfully and marvelously managed to create their own supportive artworld.

Tara McPherson, who comes from Los Angeles, California, lives in New York City in the US, is a painter, poster artist, comic artist, freelance Illustrator, toy designer, book author and more. The artist also plays bass in a band and loves tattoos. In short, she is a multi-tasking, immensely creative artist straddling the line between popular art and fine art. Or better said, totally ignoring that line, which is admirable.



Live Until You Die: R.I.P. The Cool Mother

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It hardly seems possible, but it's been exactly one year since my father took his life. Rather than serving as a creepy, public rending of shirts, the following is meant as a loving tribute to a truly unique man.

My father, Robert David Roth (Sr.), was a complex man - equal parts Marlon Brando rebel and Norman Rockwell conservative, Ray Charles hipster and James Taylor americana, Lenny Bruce iconoclast and Johnny Carson classic. He was a lover of jazz, fine chianti, travel, movies, gadgets, children and animals (in small doses), science. The Simpsons, The Sopranos, Stanley Kubrick, literature, art, ladies, history and blue humor. He was the most charismatic person I've ever met, and he was my favorite Republican. (Elvis Presley is a distant number 2)



The Passing of Alfred Möckli, Builder

Last Monday Hans-Ruedi and I practiced out on his terrace, as we frequently do in warm weather. The day had been hot and still, and as we played we could see thunder clouds and occasional lightning flashes to the north over the Hegau across the Rhine, a plateau studded with ancient volcanoes. Hans-Ruedi and I have been playing together for two or three years now, more since Thomm Jutz moved to Nashville. A landscape gardener by trade, he plays upright bass in the Western Store country band from Schaffhausen, and in several Swiss folk music ensembles. We were remarking on the departure of our young friend, Tabea who used to join us for Monday night practice, recently departed for a job in England. “I’m afraid our friend, my neighbor Alfred is also gone. The family has been here since yesterday.”

“He came home from the hospital?”

“There was nothing more they could do for him. He was working until two weeks ago; and now…”

“That fast.”

“He was a good friend to me since I came here seventeen years ago. I’m going to miss Alfred. He may be gone already.”




R.I.P. Steve Irwin

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For a guy who called himself "The Crocodile Hunter," Irwin was in reality a fearless champion of biodiversity and a living example of someone living a life of respect for all living things. Here's a link to the CNN piece on him.




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I recently completed a painting intended to be used as a banner. It is an homage to Chicago artists. I hope you enjoy it.



Kim Mclagan December 30, 1948 - August 2, 2006

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Kim was married to my sweet friend and musical hero, Ian "Mac" Mclagan.
I had known them for twelve years.
Eleven years ago I was hit by a truck, head-on.
One of my fondest memories of recovering was that my NEW friends,
Kim and Mac would come by to check on me.
They were LOVE.
Everyone has called Kim an angel. She truly was. Is.
Kim was killed in a car wreck this week.
It is still hard to grasp that I won't get to see that warm smile again.
My heart goes out to Mac.
I cannot believe that I ran into him at the grocery store on Saturday.
A store that neither of us frequent.
I think we were supposed to hug and tell each other how loved the other is.....
if you want to make any Donations in Kim's honor, please make them to:
The Women's Advocacy Project
Care of Raji World
806-A West 10th St.
Austin, Texas 78701





Welterweight Johnny Costello: Jack Warden, RIP

Jack Warden, who died in New York City on July 19, was raised in Louisville, KY. He was born in Newark, NJ, but by his high school years he was down here and cutting classes in order to indulge other interests. Eventually, Warden, born John Lebzelter, would be nominated for Academy Awards and appear in some of the finest motion pictures made during American cinema’s Golden Era (the 1970’s). Those other interests back then included boxing, at which he excelled, winning dozens of professional bouts at middleweight until war called.




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Piper at the Gaters of Heaven: R.I.P. Syd Barrett

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Syd Barrett, co-founder of Pink Floyd has died. Here's a link to the AP piece. Barrett was easily one of the strangest figures in the psychedelic scene which sprouted in the late 1960's and early 1970's, and his departure from "The Floyd" marked the beginning of the mainstreaming of their sound.

I've been a fan of Pink Floyd for a very long time, and will even admit to an abiding love and admiration of The Final Cut, but there's just nothing on any of the post-Syd records which can compare in velvet-grooviness to Lucifer Sam, or the strangely cute Bike.



In Memoriam: Robert Heinecken

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Editors note: On this Memorial Day we pay tribute to a man known not for his military accomplishment and sacrifice, but for artistic vision and courage. The first offering is sent by Don Suggs, a long-time friend of Mr. Heinecken and a serious, accomplished artist in his own right. Our second piece comes from our very own Lynne Warren, a curator at the MCA in Chicago, who curated a major exhibition of his work at the MCA. We mourn his passing and celebrate his lifes accomplishments. - Ed.

I don't know that I am qualified to eulogize Bob Heinecken. My friend Stan Mock (photographer and sculptor, who was very close to him) would be a good choice. I can ask him, if you like. I can say that my memories of Bob personally are Bogartian. I knew him long, though little. I can see him as the Photo prof. at UCLA, cigarette in hand (always), the only faculty longhair in the 60's, a singularly masculine short man who, along with Dick Diebenkorn, embodied for his students the mystery of authentic accomplishment as an artist. Or later, for many years, across the table at the ritual of the monthly poker game, plumed in smoke (occasionally grabbed by smoker's cough), a poised player, impossible to read. Even after he and Joy(ce Neimanas) moved to Chicago, he would return to the poker game whenever they were in L. A. When they attended my opening at McCormick in 2000, he and I had a good chat, and then he wandered off. Joy had to retrieve him from the sidewalk. It was the first sign I had seen of any change, though we had all known about the Alzhemer's for awhile. He was still, when we talked then, acutely observant about the work, still wryly humorous. The last time I saw him was at one of the poker games (2001?) Joy came with him to the game, for the first time, and he sat beside her as she played the hands. He smoked, talked a little, we had some laughs, and she ran the table.

Don Suggs




In Praise of Courage 1

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Stars are Falling by Daniel Work



The Last Days of Lounge Ax: Guest Artist Wes Pope


Wes Pope has worked as a photojournalist for twelve years and is currently a staff photographer at the Chicago Tribune. He has a B.A. in cultural anthropology from the University of Washington. We're proud to include him as a guest artist. - ed

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In the year 2000 philanthropist Gary Comer hired more than 200 photographers to create a record of Chicago at the millennium. Called CITY 2000 (3 Book Publishing, distributed by UIC Press), I was one of a lucky handful who worked on the project throughout the year. The archive is now housed at UIC.

The following set of photos does not appear in the book. It is a small sample from the half million in the archive that didn't make it in (not an indictment of the book, it is nicely done). I spent a week documenting the last days of Lounge Ax. I am from Seattle and spent my rock-and-roll youth at the Crocodile Cafe, RCKCNDY, OK Hotel, Moore Theatre. Caught a few shows at Lounge Ax after my arrival in Chicago, but am sorry I missed most of the fun.

A lecture for the book will be held Sunday, June 4 at 2 p.m. at the Harold Washington Library. A complete list of book fair events can be downloaded as a PDF here.



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I heart Robert Heinecken

The idea of photography as a documentary medium did not interest Mr. Heinecken in the least. He once said:
"Many pictures turn out to be limp translations of the known world instead of vital objects which create an intrinsic world of their own. There is a vast difference between taking a picture and making a photograph."


The New York Times obituary can be found here.



Sharkstalking: a Sharkstock Sharkfolio

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the BEST thing about SXSW2006 had nothing to do with it...

This is why i try my hardest to move forward. This is electricity.


In the coming weeks, I will bring you photos of musicians (sometimes FAMOUS), actors, artists...people who inspire me. My goal here is to show you some of the people who make my life as a photographer interesting. I hope you enjoy this, as I know that I will enjoy bringing it to you, the viewer!


Mickey's light !

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From the superstar status, the voracious appetites for just about anything and everything, to the mad adulation of hordes of fans screaming our names, (ELVIS! HELP! SHARK!) all the way to starring in a string of bad movies, the similarities between The King and The Cadillac Of All That Has Come to Mean Fish, are all too striking. Who knew when Mr. Benchley first approached me about starring in this silly little beach thing of a film called of all things, 'Jaws,' that indeed, a star was being born.



American Totems


The problem of the theologian is to keep his symbol translucent
so that it may not block out the very light it is supposed to convey.
- Joseph Campbell


According to a Passamaquoddy Indian named George I met at a rest stop on the Massachusetts Turnpike last week, the word totem means, “that to which a person or thing belongs.”



Clarence in a Car Coat: My "Wonderful Life"

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I don’t know what it is about It’s A Wonderful Life. I’ve seen the damn thing over a dozen times and yet every Christmas when they haul it out of the attic, with the cherished ornaments, shimmering tinsel and fake snow, I can’t look away. Each year I tell myself I’m just gonna watch a couple of scenes: Uncle Billy, drunk with a crow on his shoulder, frantically searching for the wad of cash he rolled up into a newspaper and absentmindedly handed to that slimy bastard Mr. Potter. Or maybe Violet whoring around the seedy, neon-lit streets of Pottersville. That should do it. But this year I wound up watching the whole damn thing again. Maybe it’s because back in the fifties my mom looked a like an ethnic Donna Reed and this is the first Christmas that she’s gone.



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The allegedly 21-year-old, certainly talented singer-songwriter Nellie McKay ('mi-KAI') has two strikes against her in one month. First, a few new tunes go to waste in the awful movie Rumor Has It, and, reports the NY Times, she's the latest musician to be told by the suits that she doesn't suit their biz plans.



The Walrus isn't Paul

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Make A Rising: Semolina Pilchard's climbing up the Eiffel Tower once again, but this time the Walrus isn't Paul...

Okay, when was the last time you heard an album that combined elements and influences by the following: The Incredible String Band' Hangman's Beautiful Daughter, The Mothers of Invention's Burnt Weeny Sandwich, Beach Boys' Smiley Smile, Love's Forever Changes with sonic shards of Robert Wyatt, Eric Satie riding a bicycle with a flat tire and something that sounds like Harry Partch shaking up a can of spray paint then suddenly smashing Mr. Satie's bike to bits with a shovel which kinda creates music to a French movie I've never seen before.




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A snappy little snapshot of local history, Genevieve Coleman's charming first feature, Monday Night at the Rock 'N Bowl chronicles about the punk rock bowlathon-drinkathon at the Diversey River Bowl in Chicago. It's out on DVD now, and we check in with first-time feature filmmaker Genevieve Coleman about its process and progress of a story told over the course of several months of Mondays around the turn-of-the-century with borrowed video cameras.




Art Opening Wednesday Evening

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Paul Nudd is an artist whose pieces i have seen in person only a few times, yet his style and technique register so firmly in my mind that any time his work appears, I immediately know who it is.



All of our editors are carefully screened!

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We here at SHARKFORUM are working continually in our efforts to bring you only the finest, most qualified reporting of our local (and national/international) culture coverage: all of our editors have been thoroughly screened, subjected to rigorous background checks, and submitted to a personal interview with one of the co-founders of SHARKFORUM - David Roth, or, The Shark himself.....here is a recent photograph of Le Grand Requin du' Blanc interviewing a prospective member: why the cage? Do I look THAT famished?



Sharkblurbage: Anders Lindall on Jay Ryan

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Not literally, of course. (And not that there's anything wrong with that.) In today's Sun-Times Anders Smith Lindall offers up a steaming platter of home-town goodness: Jay Ryan of The Bird Machine. Ryan's burgeoning cottage industry designs and prints brilliant original pieces for cd covers and concert posters.




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