hi everybody (and sorry for cross-posting with SUNY list),

new book of poems by me. actually, my first 'trade' book: If Language
(BookThug 2005). 56 perfect anagrams strung along a bead of possible
languages. not available in bookstores yet, excepting the publisher at
bookthug.ca

if you follow the bookthug links, you will end up at this rather
inelegant url:
http://www.bookthug.ca/miva/merchant.mv?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=BookThug&Product_Code=1026&Category_Code=AA

here's the hype thus far:

If Language was a short-listed finalist for Rhode Island's Spineless
Books Fitzpatrick O’Dinn Award for constraint based writing in 2004.

and blurbs:

‘If language can be nihilistic in its wit, if language can be simplistic
in its fun – then this book truly uncovers all the ‘abracadabras’ hidden
deep a million ages ago within even the most unmagical of all
grammatical limitations... Even the most philistine critics admit that
this feat appears impossible -- still its delights persist.’
– Christian Bök.

'If Language is not only a unique way of telling but a unique way of
listening, as delicate as it is obsessive. Betts disassembles each word
gently, with a sensitive and tender ear, listening to the sound of a
single paragraph, to the space in it that is both occupied and
unoccupied, for ommissions and possibilities... While authorship and
voice, even meaning and form itself, are uncertain in If Language, these
56 discrete but intimately connected children are entirely original, and
entirely essential.'
- JC Bellringer.


ISBN 0-9737181-6-1; 107pp; perfectbound.


a few examples below....

over and out,
gregory betts

--
"Literature is news that stays news."
-- Ezra Pound

--
"Everything is screwed up.
 Wrap yourself in black. Listen to the Cure."
-- Better than Ezra

27.











He scans the headlines of the morning newspaper for anagrams. He can’t
accept their topology and flips back to a more inhibited reading. His
pen in hand crosses out all subtle words, adds letters and re-punctuates
every telling. With scissors he inserts deletions, insisting all the
while it

is no violent act, but for his frank type of truth. He turns to the
television, forgets the objectivity of [if] language

inhibited by its lush sensuality of images. A magical, illogical lump of
cartoon authorizes artificiality. He laughs at comic falls, gaming up to
logic with implicit affirmation.

His climactic sublime disappears,
a lunch coffee fouled.



28.











A basement leak, the rodents bristle, insects surge compass wire, old
men thru puddles passing cautious candle-like glisten. Refractory tho
incantatory pass thru puddles difficult hallway, Lascaullion etchings
shift in motion cave history, filthier gloom. Threatening to catch bare
moon divide the finer flames and sanctuary as that of hell. Strange
bohemian figures wait among ochre outlines, signal the whole chamber
music in doubting plea. Fighting its
fiery feet, guide gazer: it is written violence; it is for poems. Fifty
ill felines echo utopia, pout in photoic jails, as if this flash against
biblical caves spoilt philosophic tact.

33.











The night is video deposits, what we mine of callous clowns in the july
concretion. Sibilance embraces the skittish imposition of august.

You curtsy Canada’s sallow cities, find an ineffable geologic. Flags
fallow, a populace postures to right thoughtless child-thief; enough to
appeal a sigh.

This flimsily pulsating passion, faithful cities tremble in their
transom, mightily uplifted. A delicate maze floods the mechanical,
arboreal fluids: a soft pastiche.

Here thinking its past is total, static.

In another convergence, if empirical bodies harm cultures, vagrants or
tilt virgin understanding: the fine layer, the merry dance of ribbons.



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