Monthly Archives: October 2010

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Hangg Dogg


 (A courtroom. Dogg is arrested and on trial.)

The court askt,
 wuz i guiltee uf “Indigence?
Derangement? Identitee? Gender?”

Wuz i “in the abstract or particular,
A bitch? A witch? A lush?”
 R yew now or haf yew been
“Medicated? Evicted? Wasted?”
 Wuz i Mexican?

Engleash speaker?
 guiltee uf pessimism
 in regards to the
alfabet?
 An where wuz yew on the nite in question?
 The court askt

Wuz it my fault the Warr wuz lost?
Wuz i not the Dogg uf Warr?

If not
whut kind uf dogg?

How many fingers iz we holdin up?

R yew guiltee uf crossin the border? R yew a boarder?
How much money dew yew haf in yr pockets?

Where r yr pockets?

R yew that dogg
the countree iz goin to?

Iz that yew?

They sd: Dogg Yew iz toast.

Guiltee uf loiterin
wit intent to mope.

Lynn Emanuel

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Playlist for Black Warrior Radio (10/25/10)

When, Sian Alice Group (59.59)
How Well Can You Swim, Panther (How Well Can You Swim EP)
The Sun Smells Too Loud, Mogwai (The Hawk is Howling)
Old Fashioned Morphine, Jolie Holland (Escondida)

Reptile, Nine Inch Nails (The Downward Spiral)
Hairy Trees, Goldfrapp (Black Cherry)
And You Lied To Me, Besnard Lakes (The Besnard Lakes are the Dark Horse)
How We Do, Mount Sims (Ultrasex)

Gone Sugaring, Mirah (You Think It’s Like This But It’s Really Like This)
Archipelago, Mirah (You Think It’s Like This But It’s Really Like This)
Jams Run Free, Sonic Youth (Rather Ripped)
Suicide is Painless, Keren Ann with Bardi Johansson (Lady & Bird)
Fembot, Robyn (Body Talk Pt. 1)

The Good That Won’t Come Out, Rilo Kiley (The Execution of All Things)
Pacer, The Amps (Pacer)
Two Intangibles Can’t be Had, Sara Jaffe (Even Born Again)
Two Is Fine, The Great Depression (Unconscious Pilot)
I Love the Valley, Xiu Xiu (Fabulous Muscles)

Slow Rt. Hand, Califone (Roomsound)
The Last Child’s Tear, Rio en Medio (Frontier)
Don’t Need, White Magic (The Golden Apples of the Sun)
Not For Sale, CocoRosie (La Maison de mon Reve)

Falling Out of Love (with You), the 6ths (Wasps’ Nests)
Loomer, My Bloody Valentine (Loveless)
Say, Cat Power (Moonpix)
Caspian Can Wait, the Velvet Teen (Out of the Fierce Parade)

The Light Brigade, Noonday Underground (Self-Assembly)
Quick Canal (feat. Laetitia Sadier), Atlas Sound (Logos)

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Starting to get much more comfortable on air. Also a bunch of really nice phone calls during the show today (and one real creepy one.) Hooray!

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I know it may seem like I am stress-cooking at the end of the semester, but I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth

Roasted Stuffed Peppers!

Core and de-seed two bell peppers (though poblano and pasilla are also obvious winners), halve them and then put them under the broiler until the skin blackens and blisters.

In a large frying pan, brown 1/2 coarsely chopped onion, two finely chopped jalapenos and 4 cloves of coarsely chopped garlic in olive oil. Add packages of frozen corn and okra, cook until everything is warm. Add 1 can of fire roasted diced tomatoes, 1/2 cup tomato sauce and 2 cups cooked rice. Season to taste (I used cumin and Tony’s creole seasoning).

Adjust oven heat to 350. Peel the skin from the outside of the peppers, then lay them down in a casserole dish. Spoon filling into them, top with cheese, cook for 20-30 minutes or until cheese is melted. Turn up the broiler to brown the cheese if you so desire.

This new apron just has me on FIRE. Photos and recipe for apple crumble to come!

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

The whimpering light in front of you is skipping.
That pulse in your head is a fat sledge. The exhausty

Smell, you think, hand cupping your mouth, really is
Your breath. And then you get it–this

Is what happens when all you can remember
Of language is a grunt: no ways to describe

The cracks in your windshield, a bowling nestled
Into it–How they look like the throat-veins

On the three-fingered man you saw rake a broken bottle
Down his cheek as you sat paste-faced at a bar in California.

You are nervous so you glance around, try to whistle
Through your teeth. You blink–Noticing the still-throated birds

Locked dark in the trees. The sky is an unplugged
Blue. The sun’s going west. Past the power lines,

Past the thorn-topped hills. Past where you’ve never
Been, or even, some chest-shattered day, wish to go.

Alex Lemon

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I can’t believe I forgot to do this, I’ve been looking forward to it for MONTHS

Issue no. 08 of Caketrain, in which my poem “Estuary” appears, is available for preorder NOW.

It also features the work of Rosemarie Waldrop, Heidi Lynn Staples, Juliet Cook, Olivia Cronk, Amanranth Borsuk, and Blake Butler, as well as pieces by TWO OTHER ‘bama MFAs, Brian Oliu and Matthew Mahaney (earning it the prestigious title THE ALABAMA ISSUE.)

Plus check out that cover.

Order here.

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I have an unbelievable amount of stuff to do today–I need to make trips to the post office, I need to print and photocopy stuff for BWR and for my own classes, I need to sit down and translate for a few hours, I need to organize office supplies for the huge distributor and subscriber mailings later this week, I need to make a deposit and drop off auction donations at the office, I need to follow up on auction solicitations, I need to write emails to the english list serv, schedule table sales on campus and contact our design editor, not to mention the need to launder my terribly smelly clothes which haven’t seen the inside of an industrial-strength washtub in two weeks–NEED being the operative word in all of these items-to-do–but I sort of think I am going to stay home and write all day instead? I already spent the morning working on one poem that just arrived, FULLY FORMED, and I can feel another’s heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I LOVE DAYS LIKE THESE.