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Rattle LJ Syndication

Sorry to do this to you, if you were reading, but Rattle has a new RSS feed, and so a new LJ syndication: rattle_rss. On the bright side, it's due to a nice upgrade -- I'm now publishing content in a blog format, with a new poem or review every single day. They'll all go up at 8am EST, so perfect for procrastinating first thing into the office!

The old syndication feeds are going to wither on the vine, so add this to your friends lists!
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Mailing List for Tim's Book

I don't know if anyone still watches this community, now that we have the RSS feed on LJ and no longer post here. But if anyone is listening...

My first book of poems, American Fractal, is coming out from Red Hen Press in December. I'm working on their publicity sheet now, and I need as many names and addresses as I can from people who'd like to receive a flyer a few months before publication, with a form to preorder copies at a discount.

If you can, please help me by entering your address into this poll. (Results are hidden from everyone but me.) Thanks!
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RATTLE e.3 - Fall 2007 - Now Available




Table of Contents:

About this E-Issue 4

BOOK FEATURES
Jeannine Hall Gailey - Becoming the Villainess - 6
Lynne Thompson - Beg No Pardon - 14

PHOTOGRAPHY
Daniella Zalcman - The Salton Sea - 24

ESSAY
Norman Ball - Being Difficult - 30

E-REVIEW
Art Beck - The Drunken Boat: Rimbaud tr. by Greinke - 34

#28 PREVIEW
T.S. Davis - Essay: A Kind of Gift - 45
The Gravedigger Thinks Of - 49
Cortney Davis - Diagnosis HIV - 50
Marsha Smith Janson - Sky Stays the Same - 51
Geri Rosenzweig - The Street of the Cellist - 52
Anne Webster - Dry Drowning - 53
Tess Gallagher - Conversation Excerpt - 54

INFORMATION
Order Form 58
Rattle Poetry Prize Guidelines 59


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New Features at www.RATTLE.com

There are two cool new features online that I wanted to share:

1) Rattle Audio Archives. Any poems that have been published in Rattle are elligible for the archives, if the poets can come up with recordings. This section will continue to grow, but we start out with 21 MP3s, and poems by: Arlene Ang, Matthew Babcock, Laurie Blauner, Sally Bliumis-Dunn, David Cazden, Anne Coray, Barbara Crooker, James Doyle, Conrad Geller, Greg German, M.L. Liebler, Michelle Margolis, Mario Milosevic, John Nimmo, Jennifer Perrine, Dian Duchin Reed, Thom Ward, and yours truly. We'll also be adding clips from interviews in the near future. Download, read along, and enjoy.

2) Really Simple Syndication. I couldn't figure out how to categorize feeds (as they are 'tagged' on the blogger RSS), and I wanted people to have the opportunity to only subscribe to the content they're interested in, so I set up four separate feeds:

Poetry
E-Reviews
E-Issues
Audio

These feeds will automatically send all content-updates out into the aether. "Poetry" will be published once a week, usually on Sunday, providing full-text of the Poem of the Week, and links to the other new poems. The rest will be published PRN, probably a few times each month.

Who cares about RSS feeds, though, when we've got a livejournal, that I still think works better? Just add whichever of these you're interested in to your friends lists:

rattlepotw
rattlereviews
rattleissues
rattleaudio

I've been doing a horrible job of keep this community up to date, but these syndication feeds will update automatically. The audio and e-issue feeds aren't all that important, but I really think the Poem of the Week and review feeds would be worth it.
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Desperate Plea for Help

The RATTLE.com website has been facing a stream of hacker attacks for the last two months, to the point where someone is breaking in every day now. It seems as if they're somehow acquiring our password, or at least have the ability to put up files at will. We're using PHP, but it's ridiculously basic, with no input forms, nothing that seems like it could be manipulated. Everything I've tried to do to fix this has failed, and it's driving me crazy.

Anyone out there have any suggestions? Contacts for web security? I have no idea what to do, and I really think it's a flaw in the code and not just our web host.

I'm going to spend a lot of time tomorrow creating a bare-bones html site to put up while we try to figure out what's going on. I don't have time to deal with this. Blah.

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Rattle is currently having a "Back Issue Blowout Sale." $5 a pop and we pay the shipping, plus if you purchase 5 issues you get a free one year subscription. It's a pretty sweet deal.

Visit the website HERE for more info and to shop back issues.
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Gary Lemons

NEW YEAR'S DAY 2005
for Sam

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I walk the streets today as I have so
Often in the last thirty three years.
It's an arbitrary number to look back to
A place to start counting but my number
Nonetheless--thirty three years, the years of
Jesus, that good, misappropriated
Man, the years it took Conrad to begin
To launch dark missals at the human heart.

These are the years a man looks back at when
Winter comes not just to the place he lives
But to his body, left like last season’s
Tools, one storm too long without shelter.

Cold wind comes off the water. Ferries
Labor in grey chop through mill smoke bringing
Tourists, seagulls, perhaps a younger
Version of me to town to begin, one
Hopes, a more fluid way to turn to stone.

I remember this feeling, these shivers
That come from insights and under dressing
When I was a young poet walking from
One bar to another with a warm buzz
In Iowa City in the cold morning,
Late for one class or early for another.
The arctic express came across miles
Of open prairie, bringing the smell
Of wheat stubble down from Canada.
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(About the poem...)
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*Congratulations to our 2006 Pushcart Prize Nominees -
The first six weeks of the year the Poem of the Week will feature our six nominations:

Gary Lemons, "New Year's Day 2005"
Mark Jarman, "Northern Lights"
Siobhan Brannigan, "So You Want an Opera Singer..."
Lynn Shaprio, "Sloan-Kettering"
Sophia Rivkin, "Conspriacy
Glenn Morazzini, "Sonny's Song"
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Blog-Only Special: Returns & Comp Copy Dump

I tried this before, was it six months ago? But here's another chance, and I made it easier this time -- no one has to physically send me anything...


Every 6 months we get books returned from one of our distributors -- they're marked with a pen, and sometimes the covers are bent a little, so we can't re-sell them. Also, there are about 100 literary journals that we exchange with, so I have a bin over flowing with Iowa Reviews, Greensboro Reviews, Arts&Letters, and things like that. After I read them I don't know what to do -- don't have the space to keep them, but hate to throw them away.

So the deal is this: Pay for the postage, and I'll stuff a big envelope full of as many of literary journals as I can (probably 6 or 7 per envelope), and I'll include a returned copy of last summer's RATTLE.

Postage on this envelope comes to $3.50, and I made added this to our online vendor -- just click this link to pay secure with a credit card.

If there's any particular literary journal you're hoping for, note that in the comment section in your order (I don't mean the LJ comments)...there's a good chance I have it.

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Poem of the Week


Chris Green
MY BROTHER BURIES HIS DOG

He moves furniture for a living, oversized bureaus and
beds for the rich. He is big now and dumb with love
that animals sense -- cats, dogs, squirrels, birds, his
pygmy turtles and rabbits, tree frogs -- they all take him
in, nuzzle his childhood scars, forgive his bad jobs
and girlfriends. The middle child who grew up telling us all
to fuck off -- now a grown man, calls me crying, Why my
puppy!
(His Great Dane is dead.) He sobs, and I
remember how we beat him -- Mom, Dad, nuns,
coaches, teachers -- I know I did. And like animals
before a storm, he has premonitions -- this time a dream
of me crying over Nina's corpse. He says, I want you to
think about that.
He says it because I'm the godless
eldest son who knows everything. So we carry his huge
dead dog from the vet to his truck to his backyard. He
digs a hole all day then lays her black body in the dark.
Weeping, he seals her in with a last block of sod, and
between the kiddy pool and the garage we embrace. He
whispers, I love you. And in that moment I knew what
animals know.