Archive for ‘News’

Welcome to the New Secret Vespers

The Secret Vespers website has undergone an overhaul. This new format is based on WordPress. It allows comments, RSS, a calendar archive, and other useful features.

As always, thanks for reading!

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Installments about my Friends

I am doing a series of posts based on a question I asked my friends, “what object represents you?” I hope they will still want to be my friends after I have shared the results with you, Internet! The first one goes live March 10.

The “Not my problem!” Boy

There are new stickers for sale at the Secret Vespers shop. They feature the “Not my problem!” boy, a dancing cartoon character who is just so happy that this is not his problem. I would not be surprised to wake up and find him stuck to the garbage chute of my building.


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Secret Vespers on Facebook

There’s a Facebook Page for Secret Vespers. So if you use Facebook, you can voice your support and make Secret Vespers a huge sensation—with tens, even dozens, of fans. If you have ever wondered what the faces of the other readers look like, now you will know!

You will find the same images you find here, plus there is a discussion section. Right now we are deciding which installments to use in a small print run this autumn. It looks like there is a video section, too. Someday we will have to put something there.

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Lovesick? Lovelorn?

There is a new section at Secret Vespers, called Lovesick. It is devoted to the passionate moments and affairs you are doomed to lose forever, to the desires you can barely name. It is devoted to the crushing realization that there is nothing you can fix, that there is no way to get that feeling back, that there is a world of dreams never to come true. And that they are all beautiful.

Lovesick is a series of confessions to the Internet. Each one is posted live. Each one attempts to capture the loss or impossible fantasy of a lovesick, sleep-deprived character.

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Secret Vespers: I Only Pretend to Hide

The first ever book of Secret Vespers prints is out. Angel House Press was crazy enough to publish them, saying the twenty-eight vignettes are “witty and wistful.” Amanda Earl, who runs Angel House, describes herself as “a renaissance libertine writer publisher bohemian bon-vivant anarchist malcontent troublemaker” and I think that explains why she agreed to print my work.

You can buy a copy for your own, or, for the greatly rewarding experience of giving, you can hand them out to all your friends. Witty and wistful, folks; we’ve got it all right here. Order them from the Secret Vespers Shop, where they wait beside many other delightful items, or at Angel House Press, or by clicking the button below. Thanks so much for reading; you really are the best readers and commentators anywhere on the Internet.

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Found Poetry

As Timothy Green puts it, “Poetry is everywhere… It happens by accident all the time.”

The idea behind his Found Poetry Project is to see what happens when you look for those accidents. Maybe a note on your power bill sounds like a haiku, or a message your drunk friend left sounds like free association. See what happens when you write them out like poems!

I found something and emailed it in. It’s called Public Retraction, and the original source should still come up if you google it.

I’ll leave you with a couple of links:

I enjoyed doing this. It didn’t take effort or inspiration or angst. It made me notice how odd and beautiful and seductive the ordinary language around me is, things I might never have thought about twice. The project is up and running, and absolutely anyone is allowed to try. I’d love to hear about the poems you find. If you like, then leave them as comments or leave links to them.

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Quiet Babylon

Let’s talk about scale! My friend, Tim Maly, writes a blog called Quiet Babylon, and in this post he discusses scale:

These Secret Vespers installments are tagged with scale, though many others could be. That crushing sense is one of the hardest sensations for me to put to words. Like love, hope, and so many other pre-verbal feelings, I find I can set it up with words or art, but that’s all I can do. The rest happens in the viewer or reader.

I get sort of dizzy, sort of light-heading, and I feel sort of outside myself when the scale of something big hits me. The traffic seen from above a major highway does this to me. The ocean, especially when stormy, does this to me. That documentary, Baraka, does this to me.

But enough about me. What has given you a crushing sense of scale?

The Canvas

Let me shout out to Perspectives Magazine, which has published a short story of mine, The Canvas, in its July, 2009 issue. The magazine’s tagline is, “where inanimate objects have their say,” and my story is told by a canvas with a violent distrust of its painter.

You can find it here:

Somewhere on that page is a way to buy the magazine, and somewhere else is a way to preview it online; you can read my story and many others.

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Toast for Grasshoppers

Two toast poems of mine are featured on the Montreal literary blog, Grasshopper Reads. Check them out here:

Toast is the theme to a series of poems I am writing. Over the summer, I also shot a film in which a woman eats toast for ninety minutes. It will be released in 2010 and made available for download at Secret Vespers.

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