tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88607538836293421772024-02-19T21:49:34.906-05:00Cruel Joke PressRustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-28890923026553813432013-12-07T12:30:00.002-05:002013-12-07T12:30:25.818-05:00I AM NOT ARIEL Now Available in Kindle and Epub formats!<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Am-Not-Ariel-Rusty-Barnes-ebook/dp/B00H5HSSP0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1386436957&sr=8-2&keywords=i+am+not+ariel">I Am Not Ariel</a></i> is now available in the Kindle format via Amazon, for only $5.99. The Epub (NOOK version) book is available only through this site. Send $5.99 via Paypal to rustybarnes23@yahoo.com and I'll mail it to you in an attachment as soon as possible.Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-4368725249247578112013-09-13T14:43:00.001-04:002013-09-13T14:43:18.807-04:00Ariel Available on Amazon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ariel available now on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Am-Not-Ariel-Rusty-Barnes/dp/0615883710/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1379097564&sr=8-8&keywords=rusty+barnes">Amazon</a>. Kindle and NOOK to follow.</div>
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Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-18690921990649962852013-09-08T13:47:00.003-04:002013-09-08T13:47:45.987-04:00I AM NOT ARIEL cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ARCs will come out soon, and the release date is November 1 2013. Thanks to <a href="http://zzinnia.com/">Sue Miller</a> for the great cover and my wife, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/heather.sullivan.33886?fref=ts">Heather Sullivan</a>, for the background painting, <i>Soul Passage</i>.</div>
Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-78727728193417071012013-07-02T14:30:00.001-04:002013-07-02T14:32:05.261-04:00The Blurbs Are IN! for I AM NOT ARIEL (some of them anyway)<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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Ariel</i>, Rusty Barnes drives us down back roads and we realize that our own
hometown legends are the legends that haunt this book. Perhaps we share the
same gravel driveways, or the same morning dew that never fails to bring a
shimmer of beauty to a world defined by its opposite. These poems make pacts
beneath bare light bulbs and in the crooks of trees, in places poems don’t
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mermaid girly. It’s more like an animalistic dog with “malformed haloes” and
“crazy shapes I’ve never seen forming / from their fingers like spiderwebs.” Some
of its young male content brought Frank Stanford to my mind and I mean that as
a huge compliment. Rusty Barnes’ poem “He Moons Over the Covered Bridge”
got me thinking about Frank Stanford’s “The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I
Love You” - and certainly not just because of the word moon; but because of the
power of a man uniquely defining how he describes his own life experience –
from highs to lows to tricks to the mistakes he does not regret.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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not want to fake perfection or conform to normal life and TV screen boredom; he
wants to open up pieces of life’s imperfections. Beating and sinking and
shooting spurts and strange cascades of fireworks exploding in a “blast off
like pneumatic drills,” brimming with sex and so-called love and desires and
real life violence. Sometimes the real life down and dirty country scenes are
juxtaposed in between bad dreams and splashes of obscurity and slashes of
horror movie line ups like “ a coffee can / with crayfish from the crick and
the eyes of bluegills // popped from their sockets with a jackknife.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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crotch to beating back wild dogs, urgent sex on the hoods of cars to freckles
like a woman’s skin’s sky, Barnes’s poetry is always real, always present, and
ready, half the time, to remind you of the sort of Eros and Thanatos combinations
that make his words both so dangerous and so virile. Transgressive, bold, this
poet’s viewpoint is that of a durable man in an unforgiving landscape,
presenting both the “cynicism and suspicion of the proletariat” in some
turns--and the gratifying necessity of sating a man’s animal needs in others.
Barnes can be as eloquent about poetic settings as Whitman but as carnally
drawn to women’s flesh as any hot-blooded American male. There is an aggression
in these poems, the sense of a strong man prone to temptation and diversion,
this at contrast with the old women depicted shelling peas, bittersweet
parenting notes on the subject of raising children, and an intense romanticism
and sensitivity that flits out only in the rare moments when the reader is
ready to be seduced. In short, Barnes can take you anywhere with this book—and
his lines are so elegantly sculpted that they contribute to the sense of
urgency his narratives create, present and corporal—like the scent of
new-fallen blood or the vivacious clutch of a mesmerizing, confident, marauding
hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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written from a Calibanesque perspective, a delicate spirit is omnipresent
throughout: when a father presses his daughter's brachial artery to stop the
flow from a self-inflicted wound, in the souls of dead babies inhabiting stars,
and old ladies shelling peas. His quirky characters make the reader consider
what it is that saves us from ourselves. Barnes reminds us that while so much
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Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-49618617930014004612013-06-03T12:15:00.000-04:002013-06-03T12:15:00.346-04:00Clare Pollard on Self-Publishing and the Health of Poetry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Squeezed by the recession and the big buyers, the half-dozen major presses are only accepting one or two or no debuts each year. Poets can end up spending years just waiting for rejections from them. The next step can be to try a small press, but they are nearly all run out of love and at a loss – if you’re lucky enough to accepted by one of them it can mean a more beautiful and better edited book, but also often no advance or book-shop distribution, and little marketing. They also frequently (and understandably) fold. Until its announcement this week that it was ceasing to publish single-author collections, for the last decade many have seen Salt as the best option – they seemed somewhere in the middle, with enough presence to at least have a shot at getting your book into shops and on prize-lists, and were taking on lots of new writers. The news that their poetry publishing will now be slashed to a single annual anthology is terrible for British poets.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I mean, their list is bursting with talent: a whole, brilliant generation. People like Luke Kennard, Antony Joseph, Mark Waldron, Chris McCabe, Katy Evans-Bush, Julia Bird, Sian Hughes, Melanie Challenger, Simon Barraclough, Jon Stone, Kirsty Irving, Amy Key, David Briggs, John McCullough, Tom Chivers, Antony Rowland, Liane Strauss, Amy De’Ath, Sophie Mayer, Tamar Yoseloff, Tony Williams, Anna Woodford, Abi Curtis, Rob A Mackenzie, Andrew Phillips and Tim Dooley (to mention just a fraction). Seriously, where are all these poets going to go? Why couldn’t Salt find an audience for such an embarrassment of talent? The Arts Council seems happy to pour funding into encouraging a glut of aspiring writers, but what exactly are they supposed to aspire to when poets of this quality find themselves without a publisher for their next book?</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://clarepollard.wordpress.com/2013/05/20/the-health-of-poetry/">Entire article.</a></span></div>
Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-35710031895511885932013-04-23T23:11:00.001-04:002013-04-23T23:11:18.664-04:00Unpublished Poem from Cruel Joke Press's first release, I AM NOT ARIEL, by Rusty Barnes<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">OK. I can't recall if this is really unpublished, but let's treat it that way. I AM NOT ARIEL is due out in November 2013.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Look: the fat ass of the moon rises<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">milk-white stars rise like pimples<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">around that fat-assed hunk<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of cheese we call l<i>a lune<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">dans le langue d'amour<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but what 'love' really says<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">is ultimately—um—nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like porn, you know if you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">feel it. No one, no painting like this<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of big-legged blues women<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">petting a stray mutt will<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">make it for you. The real thing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">evades and distorts and pummels<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you into submission like a domme.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ask for it even though it hurts,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">accept the pain as your measure,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">bow your head to it like the little<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">slut you are.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860753883629342177.post-51903620434422168462013-02-23T16:09:00.000-05:002013-02-23T16:09:39.517-05:00Cruel Joke Press<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Walt Whitman</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Small press poetry publishing is, or can be, a cruel joke. Sometimes a person might need to do their own thing their ownselves. Check back soon for updates.</span>Rustyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11209150671200557517noreply@blogger.com0