Kraken
Press
a graphic novella about the remarkable career of Daniele
Finley (1984-2009)
"A
beautiful vision of what becomes of us all." -- J.L .
I was charging $4.99 for the book, but no one
has bought one for over four months, so I am releasing it into the wild,
same as I have let Daniele go. Download it here .
I would ask, when you read this tale, that you
write me and tell me what you think of my little one.
You
could still buy the book, and support Daniele's
foundation, Robots & Pirates .
Two Big Fat Free Books of Finley
I am also releasing two weighty tomes, my
life's work in verse and prose. Both downloads are free.
YUKON GOLD (POEMES de TERRE
) ... the big fat book of poems.
I undertook this fatuous project over the winter of 2009 to keep from
going crazy. It contains every poem I have written that I don't hate.
YUKON GOLD News Release
A CELLARFUL OF NOSE ... the big fat book of esssays. All the nonfiction
pieces that I wrote and still like.
I also call your attention to
my 81 poem-videos , also
free. My videos have given me a measure of joy in what has been a very
difficult year.
Older Items - 04/12/2007
Poetry used to be the most important thing in my
life. For more than a decade I wrote every day, sometimes all day long.
These were the manic years of trying to leave my thumbprint on the world
-- and also trying to meet women.
Then, for two decades, poetry became an unhappy
argument in my head. I loved its power, but I feared its delusionary
power. I did not want to be the things writing poetry made me --
grandiose, standoffish, solipsistic.
Here's what a respected editor wrote about my work,
thirty years ago:
"In no one else's poems, except Vallejo's, do I
feel such overwhelming desire straining at the limits of words," wrote
Michael Cuddihy, editor of Ironwood, one of the best magazines
of the 1970s.
Pretty auspicious, right? Only recently did I get
the full message Michael intended: that desire, while thrilling, obstructs
inner peace. I was too hot to be cool.
Michael Cuddihy, from the grave you stab at me.
It's true, he sobbed piteously. Writing poems
is a form of sollipcism. A place where the Mighty Finley is
always in charge and he can't be abandoned by his dad again and everyone
who disagrees can go suck duck eggs.
I tried to get around it by
"reporting," by taking the Finley out of the work. I tried to "serve"
the material. But, in truth, I was less interesting, and less
funny, without me along for the ride. I had to try again, this time
to find a balance between me and not-me.
Today I find I am writing again.
But not so much, and I hope not so confusedly. I figure I have as
much right to my point of view as anybody. If you don't like it, how sad,
and how not-sad ...
Here are some free chapbooks that I
wrote over the years. Over the past 15 years some 140,000 have been
downloaded. Which is amazing to me, but mysterious, because for all I know
they were all downloaded by spiders and robots (search engines).
Download all you like. And don't be
a spider, tell me what you
enjoy.
PRINT BOOKS AND
CHAPBOOKS
The Movie under the Blindfold (Vanilla Press, 1978)
I tried to stretch with poems like "Triangles Prisms Cones" --
surrealism with a broken heart. I submitted it to VP at a time when they
were a conventional press. It was accepted by its panel of editors, but
its publisher was going through the first big blaze of feminist
reorientation, and she bridled at the idea of publishing yet another
chapbook of patriarchal verse. Aw come on, I said, just one
more? It was never quite distributed. She was so chagrined by me
that she had the books boxed up in her garage. It rained, the books were
ruined, and that was the end of that.
Home
Trees (Minnesota Writers Publishing House, 1978)
A breakthrough in terms of discipline and focus. I was starting to
mean something. Check out "This Gun
Shoots Black Holes." Of all black hole poems, I am told, this is the
one most uninformed about astrophysics.
Lucky
You (Litmus, Inc., 1976)
Look at me hugging myself on the hell-red back cover -- and dig the
hair. My friend Charles Potts published this first book and it remains,
astonishingly, in print to this day. "Letter from
Como" is especially wack.
Water Hills (Salthouse Press, 1985)
My buddy D. Clinton published this as a favor to me when I
lived in Milwaukee. It was my last book published by someone besides
me.* Includes the Pushcart Prize-winning "Gise
Pedersen Sets Me Straight on a Matter of Natural History," and "A Drive in
the Country," which appeared in Paris Review. VIDEO
* Until a short but gorgeous artbook,
The Orchard, to be published when Richard Stephens of Richard
Stephens Press gets around to
it.
The Beagles of Arkansas (Mudborn Press, 1976)
Everything there wants to leave. A little booklet from a car trip Red
and I made through Missouri and Arkansas. I always have had a warm spot
in my heart for "At the
Ball Park," mentioning Rod Carew and Lyman Bostock.
KRAKEN PRESS ORIGINALS The following chaplets I published myself, on my Kraken
Press imprint, mostly since 1985.
FRIPPERIES ... short things,
1973-2009
DESALINIZATION
... items written since Daniele's death, not so
much about her
THE ORCHARD (2009) ... A book-length
memoir of growing up in the Firelands, created by Minneapolis book artist
Richard Stephens
THINGS (2009) poems and notes about
Daniele
PIECES (2009) essays about Daniele
SEVENTY YEARS BEHIND THE PLOUGH (2008)
Greatest Hits
CRAZY
GRACES (2009) essays
LE CAHIER (2008) poems Hit the pause button and page through slowly. Or change the
timing from 3 to, like, 7
DOG as a METAPHOR for the SOUL (2008)
poems VIDEO Hit the pause button and
page through slowly. Or change the timing from 3 to, like, 7
HORSES WORK HARD (2006) poems
YOU
(2007) poems
MIDNIGHT at the
MOUNDS (2005)
MOAB
(2004) VIDEO
Curtis Hotel Farewell ... I had
the strangest feeling when I first visited the Curtis Hotel, on Halloween,
1969. It turns out I was conceived there, and against heavy
odds.
Looking for China ... Selected
Poems. This book contains my two "greatest hits," The
Clarinet Is a Difficult Instrument and Browsers.
The
Tooth Fairy Naked at Last ... Less a poem than a wacky
essay. I wrote this for my daughter, who was afraid of dentists. It is
very popular -- over 100,000 people have downloaded it.
The
Good King ... Six children's stories, including the
much-loved "A Frankenstein Christmas."
University
Avenue ... Contains the harrowing tale
of how I was hit in the head -- right where my brain tumor was diagnosed
25 years later -- by a falling 12-ft tailpipe combo. VIDEO
The
Whole While ... I went through a very hazy phase around
1972
Midnight at the
Mounds ... A very short selection of things I wrote mostly
while hiking in British Columbia with Rachel.
Bing
Cherries ... A collection of essays.
The New
Yorker ... Holiday poems from a Minnesotan in
Manhattan. Written in a hotel room overlooking Lincoln Center, one
grand wintry evening. There's a good one about a woman in a brown coat
begging on the Avenue of the Americas. VIDEO
Borrowing
from Minneapolis (To Pay St. Paul) ... This was my
Smile, the great never-published opus. It's a dialogue about
city/country living, written when I worked as news editor of the
Worthington Daily Globe, 1978-80. It takes the "reportorial"
poetic style of Home Trees and pushes it farther. Dig The Iliad." It
applies the classic style of Homer to a four-hour cornfield fight between
a raccoon and a German shepherd. New
Friend ... Sometimes, when
we say no, we mean yes. A tribute to the woman I love.
Old
Stone Enters Into Heaven ... The story of a man and the
dog who feared him. Oral history first told me by Joe Paddock, which I ran
with. VIDEO
The
Brood ... I wrote this as a Xmas present to my
family members. Something special for each of them. Includes the title
poem, which sets a new benchmark for paternal self-pity. VIDEO
Great
Blue ... Poems from around 1991. My stepdad Dick died from a
brain tumor -- foreshadowings of my own problems. Suggestion: "Sleeping on My
Hands."
When
You Are Pope ... It ain't all it's cracked up to be at
Castelgandolfo ... The Lord God
Has Words with the Choir ... Death to poets! A
poem for those who love poetry, and also hate it. Charlie Potts included
this in his great anthology SPIRITUAL POETRY OF THE
PACIFIC NORTHWEST anthology. PDF
University
Avenue and Other Poems ... A
love poem to my self. Takes on a certain resonance since my brain
tumor diagnosis. VIDEO
That Old
Saw ... A tree collapses in its best friend's arms.
Rather than downloading the 43 books listed below the fold,
I have created three mini-collections (in PDF format) that contain poems I
still like.
... A long poem about
finding my second book remaindered. In the end I melt into
Homer. Dead
Cat ... A poem for my boyhood friend, El Rayo X.
Sunset Lake
Poems ... Two summer weeks, sitting with my
laptop in the sand.
The House
of Murk ... Weird stuff from a period of languor and
depression. But do check out "What We Want"
-- a more ambitious poem was never wrote.
Roads
... A trip to the Juan de Fuca Straits. VIDEO
Something about the
Buddha ... Short items from a long
time ago VIDEO .
KRAKEN PRESS
COMPILATIONS
Rather than downloading the 43 books listed below the fold,
I have created three mini-collections (in PDF format) that contain poems I
still like.
Work Songs
It struck me that there
aren't enough poems that are about what we do most of the time --
work. Young, Gifted,
and Obnoxious, Poems 1965-1978
Long in
the Tooth and Stating to Trail Off a Lot, Poems 1980-2000
These two collections
were published the same day, for a reading at the Black Dog Cafe in
Saint Paul. The first book is a brief compendium of my flaming young
period; the second are the high points of my inevitable
decline.
The
Thing that Had Its Way with Duluth
The
Thing that Had Its Way with Duluth II Thalidomide Dreams
Poems for my old school friend Peter Meister, to let him know how I'd
spent my life.
And for the truly adventurous ... my
unpublished memoir Fixing the Christians
The
tribute that keeps on hurting. I got this in the mail
October 2, 2003 (and responded here)
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