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Review: Imaginary Games by Chris Bateman


In early 2010, film critic Robert Ebert declared tendentiously that videogames “could never be art.” Among the torrent of gamers outraged by this comment, Chris Bateman – author, philosopher, and game designer – rose to the occasion with this lucid and compelling defense of gaming. In Imaginary Games, Bateman does more than refute Ebert’s claim; he leads us through a systematic and multifaceted exploration of the historical, philosophical, social, and neurocognitive bases for gaming. In the process, he suggests not only that games and art have more commonalities than differences, but that gaming also constitutes the ineluctable fabric of our very lives. READ MORE

Imaginary Games
A philosophical investigation of play and imaginary things by Chris Bateman
zerO Books, 2011
321 pages
Reviewed by Allen Zhang

New Online: Fiction from Issue 8

Mouth: A Short Story

fiction by

MOLLY TOLSKY

artwork by Michael Renaud

All day long, I think about my mouth.

It started with a gold-haired boy named Jimmy. He put his hand on my shoulder when he said hi to me in the science hallway during the first week of fifth grade. No boy had touched me before that wasn’t required to touch me in gym class during square dancing week. I knew what this meant. I licked my lips and said hi back with my shiny wet mouth. I started thinking about it then, my mouth, and I haven’t stopped since.

I went home that day and ran upstairs with my sneakers still on to the bathroom I shared with my older sister. I locked the door and ran the faucet so nobody would hear me. I leaned in really close to the mirror and I looked at my mouth, my thin lips pursed, and I stared at it until my crossed eyes began to sting. Then I closed them and kissed the mirror. First with my mouth still closed, then opened, then my tongue licking the cool mirror, my nose smashed against its hard surface, both my palms laid flat next to either side of my head. I didn’t imagine that the mirror was Jimmy or any other boy for that matter. I knew that the mirror was the mirror, that I was kissing myself. I gave it one final kiss, lingering there for a moment like I had seen in the movies. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper, ran it under the water, and attempted to erase the fingerprints and smudges. I turned off the faucet and looked into my blurry, streaked reflection and stared at my mouth. When I walked out, my sister was sitting on her bed, the curly cord of her phone wrapped around her finger, her mouth pressed too close to the receiver to be talking to anybody else but a boy.  READ MORE

Review: The Ellington Century by David Schiff


The Ellington Century is not a biography of Duke Ellington. It is not a history of jazz. It is something altogether more ambitious: an attempt at a wholesale reorientation of the way we think about twentieth-century music. Traditional musicology proceeds largely under the assumption that genres (“classical music,” “popular music,” jazz, not to mention non-Western musics) exist in different worlds, each treated as if separate from the others. When jazz figures in studies of Western art music — as it often does in discussions of composers like Ravel or Milhaud — it is generally acknowledged only as an authorless, undifferentiated flavouring. Surveys of modernism are particularly afflicted with this malaise. Though many of modernism’s most canonical figures resided for much of their lives in America, including Schoenberg (a long-time tennis partner to George Gershwin) and Stravinsky, scholars tend to approach them from a staunchly European perspective. Ellington, though far from the only composer discussed in the book, functions here as a lens through which to view the twentieth century from a new perspective, and, ultimately, as a means of forging a new conception of ‘modern music’. READ MORE

The Ellington Century
A work of music criticism by David Schiff
University of California Press, 2012
336 pages
Reviewed by Caroline Waight

Call for #13 Submissions

Issue #13 EXCHANGE

Communication/$/Quid Pro Quo

Submissions accepted in Spanish and English

Deadline: May 25, 2012

Click here for the all the details.

National Poetry Month: Poems Online from Issue #7

ENVIRONMENTALISM

poetry by NICK TWEMLOW

In this world, the unrated world, we get to do whatever we want.
The unicorn spearing the city in its gut.
The fashion of home movies,
boy sets out for bigger
& brighter, eyes gleaming a life
living in the hazardous fray of jump-cuts.

Pool’s edge. A salt lick of coke. The zoo, where Silverback apes
grieve the dead. One sniffs the stiff body, laid in wake.
It nose strolls every inch, as if down a boulevard clear-cut through the jungle,
searching for something recognizable. Another
surveys the body, lays its head on an outstretched arm.  READ MORE

Honor National Poetry Month and Carolyn M. Rodgers

IN THE SHADOW OF TURNING: THROWING SALT

poetry by CAROLYN M. RODGERS

Salt is what
it all becomes.
Salt always did make me crave
sugar. If I could have turned and
looked back, like Lot’s wife,
I never would have.
Turning is for other memories.

Memories are actually seasons
of homeless dreams.
The main event in life is something
we think we can plan, but can’t.
A nest or fishnet of categories. Of hunger.
A need river, running wild in every
imaginable direction.

It would have all been salt, and me,
craving sugar.  READ MORE

Amanda Nadelberg and Lisa Fishman at Danny’s on April 25th

MAKE #12 contributor Amanda Nadelberg reads, along with Lisa Fishman at the Danny’s Reading Series, Wednesday April 25th at 7:30PM.

Lisa Fishman wrote F L O W E R C A R T (Ahsahta, 2011) and Current (Parlor Press, 2011). Her earlier books are The Happiness Experiment; Dear, Read; and The Deep Heart’s Core Is a Suitcase. A chapbook on Albion Books, at the same time as scattering, came out in 2010; recent work appears or is forthcoming in Little Red Leaves (the ephemera issue), jubilat, and The Arcadia Project anthology. She lives in Orfordville, Wisconsin and teaches at Columbia College Chicago.

Amanda Nadelberg is the author of Isa the Truck Named Isadore, selected by Lisa Jarnot for the 2005 Slope Editions Book Prize, and Bright Brave Phenomena (Coffee House Press, 2012) as well as a chapbook, Building Castles in Spain, Getting Married (The Song Cave, 2009). She lives in Oakland, California.

Danny’s Tavern is located at 1951 W. Dickens in Chicago. 773-489-6457 (21+, please bring ID).

Celebrate National Poetry Month: with Dorothea Lasky

Six Old Guys

(For Thom on his 31st birthday, written in honor of both this and his magical eyes)

poetry by DOROTHEA LASKY

There are six old guys at the 90th St. Y that I see go every day at 3:30 p.m. into the men’s locker room. I work the entrance desk there. Each old guy is different, but similar, slightly graying at the edges of their crowns, slightly terry-cloth in everything about themselves. I laughed once when Betty called them all silver foxes. I thought so, too. Something so tan and frail about them simultaneously. Something both alive and dead. I knew they went swimming, but I didn’t know much about the pool, despite being a gym employee. In college, I had been a competitive weight lifter and even now, my arms were very muscular, maybe too much so for a woman. At 3:33 p.m. every day, minutes after the old guys, a young guy always comes in. READ MORE

National Poetry Month: New Poems Online

On the New Poetry

for Blossom Dearie

by GREG PURCELL

It must be stupid.
It must benefit our friends and benefactors in the least offensive way.
It must close ranks on the unknown.
It must switch to merely geologic time, which may be too much.
It must know that to be attentive is to kill.
It must know that a gimmick is as fine as any shape.
It must know that the videogame Panzer Dragoon Orta is better, because it is lurid
and can be judged by its mechanics.
It must know that the animals will die with us.
It must know good wine like Clayton Eshelman not at all.
It must know that ineffectual anger follows the times.
It must use heightened poetic diction even among mixed company, for heightened diction
displays that idiocy which connects us to the common animal life.
For the animals know their heightened diction and are the stupidest on earth.

READ MORE

Review: The Lonely Voice: A Study of the Short Story by Frank O’Connor


Frank O’Connor (1903 – 1966) is famous principally, perhaps, as the last major light of the Irish Renaissance, a literary movement of the latter 19th and earlier 20th centuries, inspired by nationalism and the revival of traditional and folk heritages. He got his start, as so many of his Renaissance writers did, as a poet and translator of Irish medieval literature. At the peak of his career he was managing director of Yeats’s Abbey Theatre in Dublin, and John F. Kennedy even referenced him in a speech. But, as Russell Banks notes in his introduction here, by 1961 O’Connor was already in his sixties and had long ago fallen “off the bus” that the young writers of the time had packed themselves onto. And yet, he delivered in that year a series of lectures at Stanford University on the nature of the short story which evolved first into a campus, and then literary, worldwide sensation (among his attendees sat the likes of Ken Kesey, Larry McMurtry, and Robert Stone). The Lonely Voice: A Study of the Short Story, first published in 1963, is comprised of the contents of these lectures. READ MORE

The Lonely Voice: A Study of the Short Story
A work of literary criticism by Frank O’Connor
Melville House, 2004
211 pages
Reviewed by Claire Shefchik

New Online: Afterglow by Robert Duffer

Illustration by Kelsey Zigmund

Afterglow

fiction by

ROBERT DUFFER

It started as an endearment, her finger in his belly button an intimacy that was uniquely and solely theirs. His navel swallowed not one but two of the knuckles on her index finger.

“It’s just so deep,” she said.

“Fountain of youth,” he said.

She liked textures, how the hair on his chest and belly bunched between her fingers, the slow swirling of her palms and fingertips a steady growing arousal. Afterwards, her cheek on his matted chest, he rested his arm on her back, relaxed but secure. Then she dug in his navel.  READ MORE

CLHOF Nominees

MAKE Associate Fiction Editor and “The Silver-Colored Yesterday” columnist Joseph Drogos recently cast his ballot for the 2012 Chicago Literary Hall of Fame inductees. You can check out his picks, as well as those of the other nominators, here.

Robert Sengstacke Abbott, one of six nominees

Robert Sengstacke Abbott – November 24, 1868 – February 29, 1940



Review: Words and Music: Camus, Beckett, Cage, Gould by Deborah Weagel


Words and Music is, primarily, a response to Steven Paul Scher’s seminal ‘Literature and Music.’ The publications of Scher helped found the (imperfectly titled) school of Word and Music Studies, which, as its name implies, focuses on the interconnections between music and language. In ‘Literature and Music’, Scher suggested three vital areas of research for ‘musico-literacy’: music in literature; literature and music; literature in music, and, in so doing, had a profound influence on the direction of such interdisciplinary studies in its wake. Seeking to clarify the field, Weagel eschews – with good reason – Scher’s latter categorisation (literature in music), focussing the disciplines’ efforts on the former two categories. For her study, Weagel – traversing the modern and postmodern eras – selects two writers and two musicians, contending that their innovations explicate Scher’s groupings and reorient our consideration of music and writings. READ MORE

Words and Music: Camus, Beckett, Cage, Gould
A work of music criticism by Deborah Weagel
Peter Lang Publishing, 2010
160 pages
Reviewed by Angela Moran

MAKE DO: exformation, an art opening

Join us at the Gentner Showroom on April 20 at 6:30 PM for the opening of Patrick McGee’s painting show–exformation. Writers Thomas Mundt and Mike Zapata will open with opening with short fiction, and musician Reid Coker will provide songs in the key of exformation.  Click here for more info.

Review: The Total Work of Art in European Modernism by David Roberts


Wagner is a problem. Adored, despised, mocked and emulated, he is one of the most controversial artists of the last two hundred years. From Hitler to Woody Allen, everyone has an opinion. His influence in the twentieth century is everywhere to be found, even — or perhaps especially — where it is most emphatically disowned; hence, though The Total Work of Art in European Modernism does not focus solely, or even primarily, on Wagner, his presence is felt throughout. The notion of a ‘total work of art’ — or Gesamtkunstwerk, in German — is closely associated with him (indeed, he coined the term), and it functions as a unifying thread that runs throughout the book. In this, David Roberts is not alone. He is one of a number of contemporary scholars to identify the Gesamtkunstwerk as a pivotal concept in twentieth century culture: Matthew Wilson Smith’s The Total Work of Art: From Bayreuth to Cyberspace (2007) and Juliet Koss’s Modernism after Wagner (2009) are both premised on this idea. Their project, like Roberts’, is to navigate Wagner’s complex and often troubling legacy, using the idea of the total work of art as a compass. READ MORE

The Total Work of Art in European Modernism
A work of art criticism by David Roberts
Cornell University Press, 2011
304 pages
Reviewed by Caroline Waight

Review: The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (the First Good Novel) by Macedonio Fernandez


Outside of Argentina, Macedonio Fernandez (1874 – 1952) is famous principally for his role as mentor to Jorge Luis Borges (1899 – 1986). Fernandez, a generation older than Borges, was born into wealth, and studied law with Borges’ father, with whom he became close friends. Both were anarchists, and both were interested in the philosophies of Kant, Hegel, Schopenhauer, and especially William James. The younger Borges completed his education in Switzerland in 1921 and returned to Argentina an impressionable, upstart Imagist poet. Once back, he resumed his friendship with Fernandez. Fernandez was a paradoxical figure, notoriously hermetic and yet a famed conversationalist. With Borges’ support he positioned himself in opposition to the resident establishment modernist figure of Leopoldo Lugones and assumed the role of figurehead of an entire generation of Argentinian writers. He even, with the support of his literary acolytes, waged two quixotic campaigns for the Argentinian presidency. In the late 20s, however, Borges changed tack: he renounced much of his previous output, and began to deny the quality and importance of Fernandez’s work, and its influence on his own mature works. Throughout his life Fernandez had published infrequently and reluctantly, and with the withdrawal of Borges support Fernandez largely slipped through the fingers of the critical establishment for decades. Lately, however, there has been a critical reevaluation. Fernandez’s writings, after all, display many of the dominant traits that came to define Borges’ works, and it was in Fernandez’s company that Borges grew into maturity as a writer. This, the first English language translation of Fernandez’s masterpiece, The Museum of Eterna’s Novel, is an event of considerable importance. READ MORE

The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (the First Good Novel)
A novel by Macedonio Fernandez
Open Letter, 2010 (first published 1967)
238 pages
Reviewed by Mark Molloy

Review: The End of the West by Michael Dickman

It’s tempting to talk about Michael Dickman’s life.

For starters, he seems to be writing about it—and the details are so dementedly disturbing, and his tone so disturbingly straightforward, that even the most courteous reader can’t help rubbernecking, and even the most hardened can’t help hoping that these are persona poems. If his poems beg to be fact-checked, in other words, it’s not because Dickman doesn’t seem trustworthy. READ MORE

The End of the West
A collection of poems by Michael Dickman
Copper Canyon Press, 2009
96 pages
Reviewed by Ali Shapiro

Review: Some Math by Bill Luoma

There should be nothing surprising about the title of Bill Luoma’s recent collection of poetry, Some Math. In fact, it’s hard to imagine a more perfect title for a volume of poetry published during an era preoccupied with quantitative analytics and bottom lines. But, for the aficionado of avant-garde poetry, the delicious twist of Luoma’s title is that, in Some Math, language is alive and quite well in its state of play. In fact, this book—which is hardly the volume of story problems or word algebra its title suggests—might be thought of as instead a meditation on the messy scene of poetic genesis: the simple, sometime senseless pleasures of the word. Some Math is a paradox: it often feels like a temporally misplaced work of high modernism, even as its allusions are drawn from the recesses and abscesses of twenty-first-century culture. Its many aesthetic contradictions, however, and more importantly Luoma’s willingness to persist amid them, are the engines of its success. READ MORE

Some Math
A Collection of Poetry by Bill Luoma
Kenning Editions, 2011
136 pages
Reviewed by Kevin C. Moore

Review: My Name is Victoria: The Extraordinary Story of One Woman’s Struggle to Reclaim her True Identity by Victoria Donda

Victoria Donda, the author and subject of My Name is Victoria, is the daughter of two activists who were kidnapped and murdered by government forces during Argentina’s 1976-1983 military dictatorship. Known in Argentina as the “Last Military Dictatorship,” this regime was the most brutal of a series of military and authoritarian governments that led Argentina in the later half of the 20th century. Donda was born during her parents’ captivity and given to a conservative family who supported the regime, a fate 500 other Argentine babies shared. The family raised her as their own daughter, re-named Analía. Though she always had an inexplicable fondness for the name “Victoria,” Victoria Donda didn’t learn of her real family or identity until 2003. An association of grandmothers of disappeared children, the Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo (an offshoot of the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo) contacted her after a long investigation. After a photo comparison and, later, a DNA test, the results were undeniable. Donda is now a human rights activist and a legislator in the Argentine National Congress. READ MORE

My Name is Victoria: The Extraordinary Story of One Woman’s Struggle to Reclaim her True Identity
A memoir by Victoria Donda
Translated from the Spanish by Magda Bodin
Other Press, 2011
237 pages
Reviewed by Erin Becker

Review: Facing Beauty: Painted Women & Cosmetic Art by Aileen Ribeiro

“Each individual has an idealized version of the self which they would prefer to offer to the world at large, and with the aid of a mirror, this publicly visible façade can be carefully constructed.” The mirror, once a symbol of the Virgin Mary, now perhaps predominantly a tool – or weapon – of self-portraiture and self-interrogation, Ribeiro writes, “stands for good and evil; for sacred and for profane; for the spiritual and the worldly.” As recently as the seventeenth century, the mirror became a household necessity in Europe, taking center stage in the process in the history of cosmetics. Which is where our story begins. READ MORE

Facing Beauty: Painted Women & Cosmetic Art
A critical analysis of concepts of female beauty by Aileen Ribeiro
Yale University Press, 2011
371 pages
Reviewed by Stephanie M. Barner

Review: Special Sound: The Creation and Legacy of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop by Louis Niebur

The BBC Radiophonic Workshop is obsolete. Visits to the Broadcasting Corporation’s Maida Vale Studios in West London scarcely reveal a groundbreaking electronic music factory these days. Rather, since 1999, when reel-to-reel tape recorders, analogue synthesizers and voltage-control amplifiers were replaced by chic suede armchairs, projector screens and coloured uplighting, the Workshop’s historic site has survived in a new guise: it is now the main recording studio for BBC television’s live weekly film review show. The advent of the personal computer and the increased availability of inexpensive but high quality digital recorders in the last decades of the twentieth century brought to an end the then unprofitable Radiophonic Workshop after some forty years of service to British broadcasts. Louis Niebur, however, in Special Sound, ultimately stresses the insignificance of the physical Workshop’s disappearance. For Niebur, the Radiophonic Workshop continues to survive, no longer in rooms 11 and 12 at Maida Vale admittedly, but in the sounds and semiotics of the multiplicity of electronic musics that have since spawned in its wake and influence. In Special Sound Niebur distinguishes the Radiophonic Workshop from simultaneous developments in music across Europe and America and positions it at the forefront of a uniquely British populist modernism. READ MORE

Special Sound: The Creation and Legacy of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
A work of music criticism by Louis Niebur
Oxford University Press, 2010
259 pages
Reviewed by Angela Moran

New Online:

Send Me Up the Wrong Side of Moth’s-Eyebrow Mountain

poetry by

ANTHONY MADRID

Hey, high-ranking god unjustly demoted at the recentmost change of cards. You
Who beat STARS from Arabic jacket-iron, take COMMAND of my battering radius.

For these unmanned flights to Mars will never turn up the least dot of water. For
How can anyone turn up the water without first laying hands on the spigot?

The bigotry of these ineducable children is like the magnetosphere of the sun.
GASEOUS GIANTS patrol the darkness under sway of that mysterious force.

The PRIME NUMBERS, too, are subject to gravity; they, too, have a galactic center. That
Pulsing zero, indivisible—with nullity and emptiness for all!

The DOLL I had as a child was nothing if not anatomically correct. When I looked in its
Pants, the feeling I had was indescribable revulsion.READ MORE.

New Online:

Selected Poems

by

LEWIS WARSH

Disaster relief is always late
in coming, & when it arrives
no one knows what to do
first.

Building a tent in your backyard
while they rebuild the house
might be one way of claiming
your place when it no longer
exists,

saving face
when you’ve sold your heart
to the first person
who says “yes.” READ MORE.

Review: Scars by Juan José Saer

September 16th, 1955. A violent military coup ousts the repressive Peronist government and ushers in a new chapter in Argentine history. Although it ended a decade of censorship and political imprisonment, the ejection of Perón’s populist regime also struck a blow against a newly awakened national consciousness. Those hit hardest by Perón’s downfall were the working class, who for years thrived under Peronist policies of trade unionization, nationalization, and urban development. For them, the coup in the Plaza de Mayo not only signified a new age of political and economic uncertainty, but also a crisis in their nascent national identity. READ MORE


Scars
A novel by Juan José Saer
Translated from the Spanish by Steve Dolph
Open Letter, 2011
278 pages
Reviewed by Allen Zhang

Phyllis Bramson in Her Studio

“Phyllis Bramson paints from her wholly-owned perspective of Fragonard, Chinese pleasure books, bawdy ashtrays, and the provocative Art that cartoons hope they grow up to be.
Painting/collaging in her Chicago studio, discussing her work with a minimum of artspeak and a maximum of intimate detail, she invites the audience for a revealing studio visit.”

Check out this gem of a short documentary by Doug vanderHoof featuring issue #10 contributor Phyllis Bramson.  See work from the issue–see the process and the work to scale–so amazing!

GREEN LANTERN PRESS AND MAKE MAGAZINE

present

an AWP Off-site Reading
at Bar DeVille

poster
poster: drawing, Andrew Rohde / layout, Jeff Townsend

WHEN. Thursday / March 1 / 7PM

WHERE. Bar DeVille / 701 N. Damen

COST. free

WHAT. Short readings and ruminations set amidst Bar DeVille’s vintage-meets-modern European atmosphere. Readings by past MAKE contributors and authors from Green Lantern Press; DJ set following. Free tote bags with limited-edition broadsides to the first 25 attendees.

hosted by GREG PURCELL

featuring: JOEL CRAIG / MATTHEW GOULISH / AMY LEACH / PATRICIA LOCKWOOD / PETER RICHARDS / MATHIAS SVALINA / HUI-MIN TSEN

READ MORE

Review: “A” By Louis Zukofsky

In the world of poetry, the links between readership and long-term influence have always been tenuous. This is particularly true of the long poems of American modernism—such as Ezra Pound’s Cantos and William Carlos Williams’ Paterson—which may be referenced more frequently than read. Yet few poems have seen as great a disparity in influence and readership as Louis Zukofsky’s masterwork, “A.” In his own time, Zukofsky was credited with spearheading the “Objectivist” movement in poetry, which included writers such as William Carlos Williams, Charles Reznikoff and Kenneth Rexroth. Since then he’s been labeled a forebear of the language poets, and writers as diverse as Robert Creeley, Lorine Niedecker, Ron Silliman and Charles Bernstein have named him as a major influence. Yet “A,” which Zukofsky wrote from 1928 until 1973, has fallen out of print twice since its posthumous publication in 1978. Pound critic Hugh Kenner has called it “the most hermetic poem in English,” and Zukofsky himself has been described as “a poet’s poet’s poet.” In the past few years, even those readers who are undeterred by such warnings have had little chance to test their veracity. John Hopkins University Press took it off their list in 2006, and lately the book has been hard to come by. Only now, with the release of a new edition from New Directions, (which is famous for keeping its books in print) has “A” has finally found itself a permanent home. READ MORE


“A”
A collection of poems by Louis Zukofsky
New Directions, 2011
846 pages
Reviewed by Mary Wilson

New Online:

An Actual Family

poetry by

ISH KLEIN

THERE WAS A BASKET AT A DOOR
THERE WERE TWO SMALL HELPER-BEINGS INSIDE.

“Humans?
Who left these yowling things here?

Dammit. Someone should have drown them.
How to manage this? Nothing is right.
There’s nothing any good to eat here.
The kitchen is closed.

And they just won’t shut-up,
foul smelling and actually useless.”

THE HAG TAKES THEM IN ANYWAY
“the wolves- they’d make a mess.

Get near my place too close you blasted wolves
that will be a bother

The wolves- my, my
and me a wolf when they get near. READ MORE.

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Review: The Cows by Lydia Davis

What do we think of when we pass cows grazing out along the highway, if we think anything of them at all? Perhaps we think there is something incomprehensibly dull about them—or stubbornly languid. They are fixtures of the landscape become that landscape. Their nearly inanimate bodies seem like bales of hay or rocks or trees; their consciousnesses may seem as removed. They are, as Lydia Davis reveals in The Cows, unknowable others onto which we project so much that is human. And yet, Davis asks: are we not, ourselves, unknowable others? Do we not, as the cows seem to, inhabit our own selves just as mysteriously, if perhaps somewhat less completely? READ MORE


The Cows
A prose observation of three cows by Lydia Davis
Sarabande Books, 2011
37 pages
Reviewed by Ann Marie Thornburg

Just released: a review from The Review Review’s Cortney Phillips on MAKE Issue #11: Neither/Nor.

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“The difficulty in describing MAKE to an unfamiliar reader comes in that it isn’t just one thing—in fact, it is so many different styles and artistic approaches rolled into one magazine that, to the reader, it provides a pleasing sense of writing-whiplash. A veritable grab bag of a literary magazine, MAKE includes non-fiction, fiction, poetry, interviews, reviews, novel and memoir excerpts, and art portfolios. Published by MAKE Literary Productions, NFP and based out of Chicago, the contents of this issue are experimental and traditional, strange and familiar, complicated and straightforward.

“The theme for Issue #11, “Neither/Nor,” emphasizes these dichotomies, as it asked writers and artists to submit work that “does not easily fit into a particular category” and was “neither here nor there.” As the Letter from the Editors explains, growing up in the Midwest, “we’ve come to understand the middle for what it actually is: a kind of no man’s land where anything is possible; a passageway not for destinations, but for the journey itself.” The pieces that follow this claim do exactly that—some as a bold and direct response and others less convincingly, with a more abstract interpretation.

“Perhaps demonstrating the theme most directly, the paintings of Margot Bergman steal the focus of the first few pages in this issue. Bergman’s paintings are pitched as “collaborations” between existing works and the finished product becomes a neither/nor of a painting. The description on the first page of Bergman’s portfolio seems to also apply to much of the work in the magazine: “Two images exist simultaneously yet seem content to betray one another…”READ MORE.

Review: Lightning Rods by Helen DeWitt

If the recent Walter Isaacson biography of the late Steve Jobs has a companion volume in the world of fiction, Helen DeWitt’s new novel Lightning Rods may be it. ,em>Lightning Rods is, ultimately, an account of business genius: specifically, of the bold, inventive product-vision that so transformed American culture in the first decade of the twenty-first century. The key events of the novel take place at the turn of the millennium, but the novel is narrated from the present by a nameless observer. As the narrator tracks a remarkable sequence of epiphanies experienced by protagonist “Joe,” we learn the history of human resources firm Lightning Rods, Inc., which markets and places “bifunctional” female staff willing to perform regular secretarial and administrative duties as well as earn substantial additional income by participating in a kind of anonymous, computer-facilitated sexual roulette in their workplaces. The system works like this: a few times a day, a female “lightning rod” will be paired anonymously with one of the male staff members by a message that appears on the computer screens of both parties. If the male employee elects to pursue the lightning rod’s services, which is entirely voluntary, both participants separately make their way to specially modified disabled stalls in the men’s and women’s bathrooms. The back half of the female participant then passes backward through a hole in the wall between the gendered bathrooms on a “transporter,” and the male staff member, equipped in the stall with condoms and lubricant, can enjoy a few moments of no-strings-attached ventro-dorsal intercourse on the company dime in the name of collective productivity. Designed to help corporations avoid disruptive sexual harassment lawsuits, Lightning Rods, Inc. is wildly successful. READ MORE


Lightning Rods
A Novel by Helen DeWitt
New Directions, 2011
275pages
Reviewed by Kevin C. Moore

New Online:

Selected Poems

by

CATHY PARK HONG

        Praise the pipes rising from earth,
rustdappled pipes shooting up without building’s bodice,
like copper beanstalks blooming
        to boughs of tubs, boweled sinks, budded spigots
        hurling, curving,
like a giant’s digestive tract of white porcelain organs.

Mitish boys shrugged off their regimental reds,
Degged with sweat,
They clampered up them pipes to sing, shower
Squirt fawn brack water at each other from deathly heights
        Pashing water over their grimy faces,

But smelters stalked & sawed off stems to melt pipes
down to bed coils & copper skillets,
        So a hacked-at spindly pipe timbered down,
Felling with it a falling bathing boy who cried
& cracked his ribs. READ MORE.

Review: Electric Eden by Rob Young

Rob Young, editor of English music mag The Wire, has given us a half maddening, half masterpiece of a book on the history of English folk. Beginning with the Victorian writer William Morris (1834 – 1896), who sought to escape the industrial wasteland by idealizing the Middle Ages, and ending with post-punk anarcho-futurist and folk paganist Julian Cope, Young’s book works as a series of chapters that don’t quite cohere into a larger thesis. And yet this isn’t necessarily a shortcoming; Young has picked a discursive subject. He educates slowly and forcefully over 600 pages and follows his subject down whatever path it might wander, overwhelming in scale though the task may be. READ MORE


Electric Eden
A work of music criticism by Rob Young
Faber & Faber, 2010
672 pages
Reviewed by Devin King

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CHRISTOPHER MATTISON

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Review: Too Much to Dream: A Psychedelic American Boyhood by Peter Bebergal

What makes us want to get high? And once we do – what next? One part addiction memoir, one part survey of the history and state of the science of psychedelia, Peter Bebergal’s Too Much to Dream takes a roundabout voyage toward an answer to these questions, on its way covering everything from the psychedelic writings of Aldous Huxley, Carlos Castaneda and Timothy Leary, to the rec-room pseudo-magicianry of The Lord of the Rings, Silver Surfer comics, and Dungeons & Dragons. But Too Much to Dream is no more a work of geek nostalgia than one of narcotic pedantry. They’re never just what Too Much to Dream is all about, in the way that, to Bebergal, getting high is never just what taking drugs is all about. READ MORE


Too Much to Dream: A Psychedelic American Boyhood
A memoir by Peter Bebergal
Soft Skull Press, 2011
232 pages
Reviewed by Claire Shefchik

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JENNY BOULLY

At summer’s end, the thread all gray and grimy, the scissors making its way there, I oftentimes wondered what it must be like to be me. The bathwater slightly bubbly, the string wet and clammy, the string never quite coming clean.

This is the same charm that hung on my neck in that photograph of me. In that photograph, big sister is only three. Mother says that she will take it back to the village where she bought it and have the Buddha dipped in gold now, now that she has the money.

There’s one banana tree that bleeds red when you cut into it, its sap all viscous and runny. She had long, long hair, and that’s how he caught her, caught her by her flowing hair. See: the leaves, bristling in the dusk breeze: that’s how her hair moved when he did it. And so, you tread softly, you tread softly there by that banana tree: the one anomaly that grows red in a field of perfectly green trees. READ MORE.

New Online: The Religion of Insects by Caru Cadoc

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The Religion of Insects

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CARU CADOC

“And what’s the confession?” McLean asked, changing the subject and putting his tumbler on the black metal table.

Winkowski raised his bushy graying eyebrows as though it was already apparent. “That I think she’s an idiot and I don’t fucking care.”

McLean was hoping for something juicier, an affair or cross-dressing or at least tax evasion. The daughter thing wasn’t anything new after listening to an entire meal of complaints dished out in his friend’s businessman voice: Winkowski’s wife blamed him for “screwing this girl up by not hugging her liberally enough,” “the queen,” Winkowski’s pejorative for his daughter’s gay therapist, said the girl was “an ‘ideal candidate’ for a nervous goddam breakdown,” and if she has one she’ll never be the same—but if she makes it through her early twenties without one, “he says her brain chemistry changes and everything should be fine.” READ MORE

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Locked Out:
An Interview with Randy Regier

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ANDREW BALES

nupenny1 For a developing strip on a four-lane street in Wichita, Kansas, NuPenny’s arrival was abrupt. One day the tall glass storefront opened into an empty white room. The next day, it had become a window into a past that never existed, a display of toys fabricated after 50s-era muscle cars, robots, and sleek spaceships, an entire room painted in gray scale. Without an opening or artist’s statement placard, NuPenny still garners both curious looks and distrust. Passersby press their hands to the glass for a better look. Bikers slow and take on quizzical smiles. At dusk, as I stand in front of the 1920s brick building, cars rush along the overpass nearby, and inside NuPenny’s lights kick on, amplifying the surreal nature of this toy store that never opens. Click here to read the entire interview.

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Review: Sobbing Superpower: Selected Poems by Tadeusz Rozewicz

Born in a generation of writers that included the Nobel Prize winners Czeslaw Milosz and Wislawa Szymborska, Tadeusz Rozewicz (1921—) has been known as one of the darkest and most experimental voices of post-war Polish poetry. Sobbing Superpower, translated by Joanna Trzeciak, is the first extensive selection of his poetry to appear in English, and the only one that attempts to span the entity of Rozewicz’s poetic development. READ MORE


Sobbing Superpower: Selected Poems
A selection of poems by Tadeusz Rozewicz
Translated by Joanna Trzeciak
W.W. Norton & Company, 2011
364 pages
Reviewed by Marta Figlerowicz

Review: Modern Poetry of Pakistan Selected by Iftikar Arif

Modern Poetry of Pakistan is a new collection of contemporary poetry translated from Urdu, Panjabi, Sindhi, Pashto, Balochi, Seraiki, and Kashmiri – the seven major languages of Pakistan. This is an important anthology because it is the first to bring as many vernacular poets in translation in a single volume. It successfully complements the representative breadth of its selections with the depth of the poetic experience that it offers. READ MORE


Modern Poetry of Pakistan Selected by Iftikar Arif
Translations Edited by Waqas Khwaja
Dalkey Archive Press, first published 2010
298 pages
Reviewed by Anannya Dasgupta

Review: A Fast Life: The Collected Poems of Tim Dlugos

Over the past decade, American poetry may have been luckiest in the patience and devotion of its editors. Writers whose receptions have been limited to regional or aesthetic camps, who have been called poets’ poets, or who have simply faded from view, are suddenly once more in our hands, in collected editions such as Jack Spicer’s My Vocabulary Did This to Me or Jackson Mac Low’s Thing of Beauty. In 2012 we can expect an edition of Joe Ceravolo’s poetry from Wesleyan. This year, David Trinidad has given us the poetry of Tim Dlugos in a remarkable act of service, bringing together all of the work that the poet published in his lifetime as well as much previously unpublished. The resulting volume is an unexpected pleasure and a testament to artistic perseverance. READ MORE


A Fast Life: The Collected Poems of Tim Dlugos
Edited by David Trinidad
A collection of poems by Tim Dlugos
Nightboat Books, 2011
632 pages
Reviewed by Justin Sider

Review: The French Exit by Elisa Gabbert

The cover of The French Exit, Elisa Gabbert’s first full-length collection of poems, depicts a woman’s face disintegrating into pixels. The text on the cover, too, is pixellated—the “X” in “Exit” a criss-crossed matrix of squares, all the B’s and S’s angular, digitized, like on an old Texas Instruments calculator screen. The overall effect is at once archaic and au courant, and as such there’s something disjunctive about it—technology (the zoom-in, the ultra-close-up) revelling in its own pixellated deficiency. READ MORE

The French Exit
A Collection of Poems by Elisa Gabbert
Birds, LLC, 2010
72 pages
Reviewed by Ali Shapiro

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Review: Man Years by Sandra Doller

W. K. Wimsatt, the New Formalist critic, opened his famous essay, “What to Say About a Poem,” with an assumption Sandra Doller’s newest book of poetry seems positioned directly against. Wimsatt wrote, “At the outset what can we be sure of? Mainly that a poem says or means something, or ought to mean something.” In Man Years, “meaning” is poetry’s predetermined enemy. With a sensibility influenced by the Language poetries of Rae Armantrout — who writes in praise of Doller’s “pinball wizard” deftness on the book’s back cover — and Charles Bernstein, Doller writes poems as syntactically liberated as they are emotionally arrested, as theoretically serious as they are slap-stick silly. Because the voices and attentions of this book are not of a single, placid mind, there is no point in pursuing a reading of it that would culminate in a single, placid meaning. Doller is a champion of the untidy, of the disorderly universe we would encounter daily if we dared to look hard enough. READ MORE

Man Years
A Collection of Poems by Sandra Doller
Subito Press, 2011
87 pages
Reviewed by Robert Whitehead

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Review: The Book of Interfering Bodies by Daniel Borzutzky

If the protestors of the Occupy movement ever decide to nominate a poet laureate, writer and translator Daniel Borzutzky would certainly make a compelling candidate. A writer and translator of Chilean descent who lives and teaches in Chicago, Borzutzky’s latest volume The Book of Interfering Bodies—his third book after Arbitrary Tales (2005) and The Ecstasy of Capitulation (2006), which are, respectively, collections of fiction and poetry—is very timely, and it constitutes his most ambitious and unified project to date. To be clear, the brand of ironic subversion Borzutzky invents in his latest volume probably doesn’t resemble the present populist resistance as it is usually formulated. Rather, in this new book on the fate of the human imagination in the postindustrial West, Borzutzky writes what might be called bureaucratically occupied poetry. READ MORE

The Book of Interfering Bodies
A Collection of Poems by Daniel Borzutzky
Nightboat Books, 2011
103 pages
Reviewed by Kevin C. Moore