Seven & seven

After reading an article/review by Steve Coll of “The Everything Store: Jeff Bezos and the Age of Amazon” by Brad Stone, I found my less than usual tendency toward discouragement gaining. But I’m tired, and feeling behind in the overwhelming number of chores associated with marketing and publishing. Needless to say, you will learn more about Mr. Bezos and amazon’s duplicity just from the article.

Perhaps what lead me to discouragement most are the invisible flags that hang over politics, corporate and partisan leverage, the essence of corporate behavioral marketing practices, now e-commercialized, and the usurpation of our culture, what may be best expressed in this sentence, “ . . . small businesses like bookstores and corner grocers watched their political influence fade . . . “ and “. . .the United States, which lacks a politics favoring small- and medium-sized publishers, booksellers, or independent filmmakers.“ This last statement refers to a comparison between the U.S. and Europe in a philosophy “that a thriving culture depends on small diverse enterprise.” Coll also says, “the real problem of ‘the Age of Amazon,’ . . . concerns the future of reading and writing.”

After that, how do you pick up and attempt to forge a plan to help people discover authors and their books, because it is about discovery. Some entrepreneurs are working on sites to help small presses and indie authors with this.

 

Now I am going to cast off my mantle of gloom and toot my Hohner.

Where it Goes by Martina Reisz Newberry

Where it Goes features a photograph by Eleanor Bennett

Entering stage right, a new book; Where it Goes, poems by Martina Reisz Newberry, author of Learning by Rote, also form Deerbrook Editions.

I am going to post the review / blurbs for this book and give you a link to Martina’s blog where more reviews can be found.

 

Review by Albino Carillo

This book rocked me, threw me off the chair in the little forest where I dwell. These poems made me cry, cheer, laugh, made chills run down my spine.

In her new poems, Where it Goes, Martina Reisz Newberry conjures the mythopoetic, the natural, conjures the contact zone of the body in nature, fully aware of itself and of nature’s powers. Her poems are sometimes harsh and honest about the self in relation to others, and the lived life: human, to be sure, meditative in the face of death and ruin.

Startling and surreal, intoxicated with love and lust in its images and her characters, the book achieves a rare form of history from the inside: real old desperate “hipsters,” suburbanites, the poet as a visionary and voiced persona narrating the adversity of living in the 21st century. There is a gentle but convincing gathering of the past that has created the sharp present in this book. So, when she looks back, it is with passion and fury and wisdom. There are political poems here which dare to dissect the darkness in which we all walk, a darkness we’ve been acquainted with for a long time.

Here and there, her poems are neat, sharp, beams of light, sunlight and soul-light. There is a hint of the Ginsberg, the Levertov and the Bukowski in the metaphysics she’s dealing with. She reaches amazing levels of passion, her words are even and precise and put together organically, creating startling and beautiful vistas of life—and by this I don’t mean she hews to the golden mean—she makes poems organically, she speaks her visions and meditations in the projective, in the space between bodies, in the space between the city, nature, and herself.

As a poet Reisz Newberry crafts lines of hot, personal intensities:

“Hold me hard and close
while I fight for our passion
and fight our way out of slavery.”

“God pisses ice. I know he’s there—someone’s there—
doing some insider trading or
checking out the Fall collection
from Abercrombie and Fitch.”     Prima Serata

 

Beyond the realm of confession, and into the heart of the desert, her poems tell us

“The wind
is so strong sometimes, it pulls
needles from the cacti and
sends them straight through our hearts. “   Redhead—Three About Sadie And Me

 

This is exactly what her book accomplishes in great, dazzling poems of emotional, mythic and poetic intensity. Dear reader, in this book you will find so many poems worth reading over and over again, as I did. Truly the work of a master poet.

       —Albino Carrillo    Author of In The City of Smoking Mirrors,  Associate Professor of English, University of Dayton, Dayton, Ohio

 

 

 

I’m just plain bowled over by Martina Newberry’s poetry collection Where It Goes. These are poems I’ll read over and over again, for the pure strength of their language and the surprises, light and dark, that they unroll.

Josephine Humphreys, author of Nowhere Else On Earth, Dreams of Sleep, Rich In Love

 

 

 

With intense human vulnerability and wondrous irony, Newberry’s matter-of-fact,descriptive storytelling renders the poignant moments of life in an earnest tone thatis both sensuous and nostalgic. Where it Goes, altogether luminous and universal,relates us to one another, bringing us closer to a rich understanding of our worldand ourselves.

 

       —Anne Tammel – author of fiction and poetry

Founder, Tammel Productions, leads Poets and Dreamers series of creative writing workshops

 

 

The work in Martina Newberry’s poetry collection Where It Goes is breathtaking in its variety and originality and in how well it reminds us that our memories can be as wonderful and dangerous as the reality staring us right in the face. Newberry presents poetry rich with reflections from past events in her life, and then blurs the lines of the reality of those memories. [Her poems] introduce us to a writer able to live in the world, but then make visits to the fringes, in order to review everything properly. What those vacations to the world’s end of her specific world give us is dazzling again and again.

Gabriel Ricard, writer, actor, producer, editor, staff writer for Drunk Monkeys Magazine

 

 

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