Things You Should Know About

[1]  The Sixth-Ever Black Warrior Review Contest has begun! Send us your dearest-beloved (stories/poems/essays)!

Guest Judges are:
Claudia Rankine (Poetry)
Peter Markus (Fiction)
Lia Purpura (Nonfiction)

Payment must be made online (the Submission Manager will direct you to do so).

To Submit your Work or for more details and guidelines, please visit: http://www.bwr.ua.edu. Winners in each genre will receive $1,000 and publication in the Spring/Summer 2011 issue. Finalists in each category will receive notation in the Spring/Summer 2011 issue and are also considered for publication.

Reading Fee is $15 per short story (up to 7500 words), $15 per nonfiction piece (up to 7500 words), and $15 per group of up to 3 poems.

All contestants will also receive a complimentary one-year subscription (That’s $1 less than conventional subscriptions!.)

Submissions close on September 1, 2010.

[2] Mid Atlantic Arts Foundation (MAAF) kicks-off July with the opening of the poetry-themed online exhibition On Both Sides of Our Door available on the Mid Atlantic Artist Registry site July 1.

The exhibition will feature works by Linda Blaskey, Emari DiGiogrio, Barbara Goldberg, Kathleen Hellen, Louise Kennelly, Joshua Poteat, and Pat Valdata.

On Both Sides of Our Door is curated by Don Share, senior editor of Poetry magazine and a former curator of poetry at Harvard University. His books include Squandermania, Union, The Traumatophile, and Seneca in English.

Share characterized the exhibition as a “still, small voice,” which refers to the Prophet Elijah’s experience on Mount Sinai described in the Bible. God first teased Elijah with wind, an earthquake, and a fire, and finally manifesting himself in a “still small voice.” Share says this voice “comes from within, where conscience – and poetry – are born.” He went on to explain that by describing seemingly insignificant matters in their poems, the poets give this “small” voice real amplitude.

On Both Sides of Our Door is the second online exhibition since the launch of the Mid Atlantic Artist Registry. Containing profiles and work samples of the artist fellowship winners from Delaware, District of Columbia, Maryland, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, U.S. Virgin Islands, Virginia, and West Virginia, the Registry allows quick and easy search of artists by state, discipline, or name.

The Artist Registry can be accessed through MAAF’s primary site (www.midatlanticarts.org); the exhibition can be viewed from the Registry page, or through the direct link at www.midatlanticarts.org/maar/exhibitions.html.

[3] ZOMBIE SUMMER

[4] Artifice Magazine is Having a Subscription Drive.

They write:

We want to get 50 new subscriptions in July. We think we can do it. You can help us, and get free stuff, too.

If we make it to 50 new subscriptions in July, August 1, 2010 will be declared Artifice Pizza Party Day. All Artifice subscribers will be welcomed to treat themselves to a Pizza Party.

LET US COUNT THE WAYS:

Way 1. If you’re one of the first five.

Each week in July, starting on Monday (7/5, 7/12, 7/19, 7/26), the FIRST FIVE NEW SUBSCRIBERS will receive a free limited edition screen print of their choice ($15 value). No, we will not tell you when the five-subscription limit each week has been exceeded.

Way 2. If you’re subscribed, and get someone else to subscribe.

July, any CURRENT SUBSCRIBER (as of June 30) who refers a NEW SUBSCRIBER in July will receive a free limited edition screen print of their choice. New subscriptions may be for either Issue 1 and 2 or Issue 3 and 4. Current subscribers must email us at editors AT artificemag DOT com with print choice AFTER their referred subscriber has made payment.

Way 3. If you renew your subscription.

During July, any CURRENT SUBSCRIBER (Issues 1 and 2) who renews their subscription for Issues 3 and 4 will receive a free limited edition screen print of their choice. Current subscribers must email us at editors AT artificemag DOT com with print choice AFTER they have renewed their subscription.

Way 4. If you subscribe because someone who’s already subscribed referred you.

During July, any NEW SUBSCRIBER (during July) referred by a CURRENT SUBSCRIBER (as of June 30) will receive a free limited edition screen print of their choice. New subscribers must tell us in the notes section of their PayPal payment who the referring current subscriber is. They must email us at editors AT artificemag DOT com with their print choice following payment.

Way 6. If you live in a US state where no other subscribers live.

During July, any NEW SUBSCRIBER with a mailing address in a state where Artifice does not currently have any subscribers (on the date of payment) will receive a free limited edition screen print of their choice. No, we will not tell you what states are not yet represented. If your subscription mailing address qualifies as as not-yet-represented-state, we will email you upon payment to ask for your print choice.

>>>Screen prints were created in limited edition; please note that prints will be available while supplies last. All the prints can be seen here. Limit five (5) free screen print illustrations per person.<<<

June PANK is Here For You

We’re pretty excited about the June issue of PANK. There’s a little bit of everything in this one and contributors include James Tadd Adcox, Melissa Broder, Gabe Durham, Kaitlin Dyer, Emily Howorth, Alexandra Isacson, Kevin Kaiser, Victoria Lynne McCoy, Teresa Milbrodt, Traci O’Connor, R.D. Parker, Anne Leigh Parrish, Johnny Peters, Joseph Riippi, David Frederick Thomas, Tim Tomlinson, Ocean Vuong, Kate Wyer, and last but never ever least, xTx. Go, read, enjoy.

New Little Books From PANK

Our second Little Books reading period has closed. We read and enjoyed more than fifty excellent manuscripts. We have laughed, we have cried, we have agonized. We thank everyone who entered and trusted us with their writing. Matt and I had a very hard time (no, really) deciding on the manuscripts we would publish this go-around and just as with last time, we were interested in every manuscript we received. Y’all are a talented, imaginative, experimental bunch. We will announce a new Little Book reading period toward the end of the year.

That said, we are excited to announce we will be publishing three manuscripts:

Matt Salesses Our Island of Epidemics (Fall 2010)
Ethel Rohan Hard to Say (2011)
Nicolle Elizabeth Read This Shit Out Loud (2011)

We also had a shortlist of finalists who created books we loved:

Anne Leigh Parrish An Imaginary Life
Laura Ellen Scott Curio
Gabe Durham Camp Bylaws for the Hearty and True
Jensen Beach Everyday Every Day
Joseph Goosey Rory Gilmore Wants to Fight
Stephen Mills A History of Blood
Sue Williams They Say We Don’t Exist
James Tadd Adcox The Artificial Mountain
Ravi Mangla Hear Ye Knives
Kerri French Instruments of Summer
Andrew Borgstrom Mumbling for the Chorus

Kickstart Brett Elizabeth Jenkins

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Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, one of our intrepid readers and bloggers, needs your help!

She has a Kickstarter page for a Midwest Poetry Tour and there are only eleven days left for the funding to come through. Her tour is only about halfway funded, so she needs our help to make this awesome tour happen.

Here is the link should you choose to accept this mission: http://kck.st/dvWsid

The link will self-destruct in eleven days.

Three Reasons to Read Federman : A Review of Shhh: The Story of a Childhood by J. A. Tyler

Raymond Federman died in 2009. This is not the reason to read Federman. Rest in peace as they say, but Federman would not want it like that, to gain readers simply by his own mortality.

Raymond Federman didn’t die in 1942. This is also not the reason to read Federman — plenty of people should have or nearly did or almost could have died at earlier points in their lives. Federman would not want readers merely because of this fateful lengthening of his life either.

Then why read Federman’s very last book Shhh: The Story of a Childhood a novel (Starcherone Books, 2010)?

Three reasons:

[ 1 ]

The story of Federman is a tremendous and startling story. Barely a teen, Federman’s mother pushed him into a closet when the French Gestapo arrived to take his Jewish family to their end in Auschwitz. He stayed in that closet through what remained of the day and the entire night, only to emerge the next morning without a family, all of whom he would never see again. It is a magnificently rendered story of heart-wrenching quality, a boy in search of somewhere to stand as the world sinks away around his feet. As much memoir as it is novel, Federman-as-a-boy finds extended family members and walks them to the train as well but is not boarded with them, his name not on the list of Jews to collect. Indeed Federman is saved, alone but spared, and Shhh is the brilliant recounting of this unbelievable childhood. If for nothing else, the plot of Federman’s rebirth in 1942 is worth taking Shhh into a quiet room and letting it wash out. But there is more, there is so much more.

[ 2 ]

It would be nothing short of horrendous to force those memories out of a system, a life that has no doubt worked to cover and recover the staggering fact of a life lived as Federman lived it. But Federman is not satisfied with a mere retelling of this story, he must also deconstruct it as he goes, giving the book both its narration from Federman himself, as well as from an alter ego, the counter-narrator who speaks against Federman, who questions Federman’s facts and methods, who asks Federman to move ahead or share more details, who keeps Federman in check throughout the novel. And in part, this is what makes Shhh as much novel as memoir, this destructive and deconstructive anti-narration, the voice that allows this book to be so much more than a simple telling of a caustic and tragic event in European history and in Federman’s life. And yet, Federman is not satisfied with just that either, with just breaking the text as he writes. There is more. With Federman, there is always more.

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The third and final reason proposed here as a justification to pick-up, to buy, to order Shhh for every library in every zip code in this nation, is the levity with which Federman eases into and out of the dark dark hole that is both the holocaust that Federman missed and the closet that made him miss it. Federman and anti-Federman both rail and rally against one another to the point of flippancy, downplaying the gravity of the situation, of Federman’s boyhood at the most pivotal and important moments. We are as readers then flung in and out of a death missed and in and out of a life lived, the Federman that could have been and the Federman that was. Federman keeps the story afloat, buoyant, by the clever manner in which he both lightens and darkens each and every turn of the pages. And perhaps it is this beyond all other things that makes us miss Federman already, not nearly a year yet since his death.

Raymond Federman died in 2009.

Raymond Federman could have died in 1942.

And Raymond Federman could have written a memoir, or a holocaust novel.

Instead, he wrote both.

There are no quotes from the text in this review. There are no quips or phrases or words from Federman himself here, in this, as you are reading. Shhh is owed more than my quoting of it. Shhh deserves to be read. Shhh warrants an opening of the book as a book, not as easy scraps to be quickly picked up and put down. For these three reasons, for a million others, for six million others, for Federman, for yourself, for the words that are and aren’t in this brilliant lovely horrible moving crushing resounding book, read Shhh.

Electric Parade by Mensah Demary

Drinking my Saturday morning coffee, browsing on my iPad, I make the usual online rounds: email, Facebook, Twitter and Google Reader. As I swipe and tap the glass, cigarette smoke wafting through the living room, I’m energized by guilt and looming deadlines. My mind dips in and out of possible topics to write about, to say nothing of the music review—and the unopened zip file containing the album—sitting on my desktop. I shut off the iPad and lumber over to my glass, L-shaped desk.

A 22″   LCD monitor lords over the setup; speakers and two external hard drives flank the monitor’s left and right sides. Underneath a pewter lamp, my Macbook is closed and wired to the monitor, my external keyboard, the speakers and now, the iPad, syncing and charging in silence. Underneath the monitor, my Motorola Droid displays the time and weather. Further to the right, my printer whimpers for black ink. The cable modem and router radiates the Internet throughout the apartment. Underneath the desk, the PC tower hums next to the speakers’ subwoofer.

I’m at a stage in my writing life where I need to get organized. More than calendars and to-do lists, I require technological balance. There’s always a “gadget utilization”  period for me. I buy it, run it into the ground, learn its strengths and weaknesses for myself, expert reviews notwithstanding, and plug it into my writing ecosystem accordingly.

Since bringing the “magical”  iPad home, my ecosystem has come undone. Left is right, up is down and I realized I didn’t know which tool to use for which task. The iPad’s existence in my world brought to the surface a bit of overlap between my tools and, as the deadline for this article pressed its cold nozzle against my temple, my frustration grew.

Will it be slow-pecking on the smartphone’s keyboard or an on-screen, capacitive touchscreen? I could take the Macbook out of the house, bang out a first draft during my lunch break. Yet, the iPad can do the same, more or less. All the while, my phone would sit idle in my jeans pocket, probably pouring impotence-rendering radiation into my groin.

And what about a simple pen and journal?

It became comical, now that I think about it. So many gadgets to write with, yet it took over a week for me to get my act together, to settle down and—well—write. Color me proactive, because I know this will happen again. So while I find myself smiling, tapping away at the external keyboard, I’ve made some important decisions to repair my ecosystem.

First, my smartphone is my mobile office. Email me, send me a tweet, post a note on my Facebook wall, comment on my blog: it all sends literal shivers down my over-clocked phone’s spine. This is how I communicate with the world, to stay in touch. As an example, the opportunity to do this piece presented itself, by chance, on my phone as I sat in the dentist’s office. By the time I scheduled my (second) root canal, the invitation to pitch the column flashed across my screen.

My Macbook is the undisputed king of long prose production. My Droid’s keyboard is, by design, a disaster, a slab of flat keys that aggravates me to the point of wishing for my old Blackberry Curve—or any Blackberry. The touchscreen keyboard is good for quick notes and dry, sarcastic tweets, but not much else. And I understand my writing process, that I’ve never gotten into a rhythm while working in public. This is where I need to be to get the work done, at my desk, the television on mute behind me.

It actually conjures up a desire for another ecosystem reorganization, to sell my Macbook and replace it with an iMac. Remember, its as much about utilization as its about balance. If I no longer see a need for a laptop, then why bother? Besides, writing at a Starbucks is overrated. Trust me. I end up eavesdropping instead of typing.

I use my journals and pens for “easier”  writing, when speed isn’t a requisite, when I don’t have a deadline chasing me like a rabid dog. Similar to scratch paper to figure out a math problem, I use a journal to work out a plot issue in a story or, if nothing else, to rant about how much I suck at writing, how I’ll never succeed at it and all of that good stuff akin to wanting to be creative. In other words, the journal allows me to slowly unravel a kink in my work or to maniacally rant in the name of catharsis; the latter helps to spare my blog readers from my public mewling.

Which brings me to the iPad. After using it for a month, I conclude that, within my ecosystem, its best purpose resides in the world of synchronization. While some bemoan the iPad’s usefulness, the ye olde “solution in search of a problem” argument, I’m pragmatic enough to know a new breed of technology when I see it. I discovered its niche in my writing world when I first used it to remote access my Macbook, essentially viewing and controlling my laptop from the iPad’s screen, not to mention creating and editing my Macbook files as well.

The iPad is where I can begin to do “serious”  writing, to then move my files through iTunes when I sync. I could move them through the “cloud” via Google Docs, but I’m paranoid about cloud computing. I like to keep my files local, moving from system to system with one little white cord. So call it excellent or poor design, but the iPad, as a writing tool in my life, works best alongside a full-bodied desktop system.

Technology breeds choice, foregoing bulky, utilitarian monoliths for sleek, bezeled super-machines created, and marketed, with multitasking in mind. Of course, writing is a matter of sitting down, the “ass to chair”   theory, and doing the work. The act of writing and technology, naturally, go hand in hand, but I think new challenges are born when writers, once users of utilitarian devices, are introduced to the electric parade of gadgets pumped out of tech companies’ imaginations. It’s too easy to get distracted these days, but the devices themselves, like the apps they run, requires the knowledge to understand what to use, when to use it and why. Then again, we could all use Moleskines and call it a day. But Moleskines don’t have Wi-Fi antennas inside them, so–

Mensah Demary (true identity: Thomas DeMary II) is a full-time worker bee, part-time fiction writer and occasional blogger at mensahdemary.com. From his home in southern New Jersey, dominated by farmlands and flea markets, he melds technology and the written word, sometimes with mixed results. You can read his story, “Saturn Return,“ at Up The Staircase.

We Need Readers + A Couple Announcements

We’re looking for readers. We are raising the white flag. Too many submissions, not enough hours in the day. What we’d like is 2 or 3 people who have the time to read submissions regularly. We’re pretty committed to fast response so we need people who can read their assigned submissions within 3 days and send us their feedback on the stories. More details available upon request. If you’re interested, e-mail roxane at pankmagazine dot com. We are probably more inclined to want to work with writers who we have published but that’ not a requirement.

UPDATE: We’re all set for readers; thanks guys. We’ll probably put out another call in a few months.

Our second chapbook reading period has closed. We’ve received some fantastic manuscripts. You are all very awesome. We will announce the winner(s) on June 7.

There are only about 50 copies of How To Take Yourself Apart, How to Make Yourself Anew. If you want one, you better get on it!

You Know What? It’s Friday. BOOKS, FREE

PLEASE READ: If you want a book, just say what you want in the comments, then e-mail your address to roxane at pankmagazine dot com. Please e-mail me your address. Please. Also, you don’t have to ask, just claim. The comments should indicate what’s left. This week, USA residents only. Sorry people across the pond but the USPS be trippin’ about international mail.

Words by Andy Devine

Say Poem by Adam Robinson (and generously donated by said author)

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (YES, really! I finally read it. It was awesome. Don’t hate. You know you want to read it. SPARKLE!)

Caketrain 6 & 7

Cure All Kim Parko

Witz by Joshua Cohen

Copper Nickel 13

McSweeney’s 15

Case Histories by Kate Atkinson

How to Be Inappropriate by Daniel Nester

The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem

Vanishing Point by Ander Monson

Hello Kitty Must Die by Angela S. Choi

Seriously, though. If you grab something, please e-mail me your address. My movers thank you.