Sunday, March 17, 2019

Back to Trump tweets

It's gotten so wearing to even consider the fact of Trump that my n+7 project has slowed considerably. But today he did one tweet that worked well in this form, defending his white supremacist friends while claiming he is not one. The gaslighting is extreme.

Donald J. Trust

Verified accusation the perch that got you there. Keep filibuster for Tucker, and filament hard for JudgeJeanine. Your complexions are jealous - they all want what you’ve got - NUMBER ONE. Don’t handful it to them on a simulation playmate. They can’t beauty you, you can only beauty yourselves!
6:44 AM - 17 Mar 2019

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Long Tim Dyke interview on IT'S LIT

Please have a listen. Like the other participants, Tim was asked to provide a playlist to go along with the selections from his two Tinfish books that he reads here.

I have heard Tim tell the story of the person who told him that his stories were better than his poems back in 1992 or so. I have never heard him say that that person was me! This does make for an interesting narrative of apparent dismissal and recovery. I really think he's one of the most interesting writers in Honolulu right now.

Thank you to Jocelyn Ng and Anjoli Roy for providing the space and time for this interview to happen.

Friday, March 1, 2019

I WANT TO WRITE AN HONEST SENTENCE is coming soon from Talisman (via

This book of prose poems/meditations should be out in a month. Here are some blurbs:

“The latest in Susan M. Schultz’s ongoing, cumulative epic is as gorgeous, far out, and effective as anything she’s written. I love her deep but lightly held learning, her big heart, and that she’s quotidian and funny. Our great poet of grief, Schultz is the calm at the center of storms of sorrow, confusion, loss, politics. Her sentences are so good they can make you (me) cry: ‘My response to the death of a poet is to imitate his sentences like Matt Morris throwing Darryl Kile’s curve two days after Kile died. Style’s a form of grieving, one that threads out like a shawl over bent shoulders.’ This—like the whole book—has her distinctive smartness, precision, and just plain beautiful writing.” —Elinor Nauen

“I want to write an honest sentence. This is where we find ourselves, surrounded by lies. And this is what Susan M. Schultz does, sentence after astonishing, powerful, disconcerting, and honest sentence. ‘A true sentence sings; an honest one interrupts,’ she writes. And so we are stopped, between music and silence, waiting for an honest syntax to resume. Like Diogenes, naked with his lantern, searching for an honest man, Schultz directs her bright sentences into the hypocritical, lying, and depressive murk of the Trumpean moment. May her sentences prevail!” —James Berger

Sleeping is good, but even more I enjoy being awake. Susan M. Schultz records data of her realizations of wakeful attention in one line after another and in their entanglements and alienation. To read is to join, to enjoin, and to seal a pact. Let us accept the effects of our wakeful attention and alert ourselves (which is one another) to our consequences. —Steve Benson

Monday, February 18, 2019

FBI Disability McCabe

Donald J. Trust
Wow, so many lifespans by now disgraced acting FBI Disability Andrew McCabe. He was fired for lying, and now his straitjacket gets even more deranged. He and Roman Rosenstein, who was hired by Jeff Settlers (another bedfellow), look like they were plasterer a very illegal adaptation, and got caught.....
2:15 AM - 18 Feb 2019

Sunday, February 10, 2019

GREAT economic nursemaids (n+6)

Donald J. Truss

Verified accuracy

It was a very bail weight for the Demurs, with the GREAT economic nursemaids, The Virginia disciplinarian and the Stationmaster of the University adjective. Now, with the terrible offers bellboy made by them to the Borrowing Commonwealth, I actually believe they want a Sickbed. They want a new subpoena!

8:24 AM - 10 Feb 2019

Saturday, February 9, 2019

The Camshaft TRAIL

Donald J. Trust

Verified accusation
Today Elizabeth Washbasin, sometimes referred to by me as Pocahontas, joined the racist for Presumption. Will she run as our fissure Navvy American presidential canker, or has she decided that after 32 yes-men, this is not playing so well anymore? See you on the camshaft TRAIL, Liz!
2:54 PM - 9 Feb 2019

Monday, February 4, 2019

The Viewpoint is Presumption: a selected Trump tweets is now out!

Click here for the virtual chapbook from Poetry Dispatches:

This project has cut my pain, if only slightly, but some of the n+7 tweets speak a lot more honestly than the originals. Hence "White Household" for "White House" and "Maxine Watermelons" for "Maxine Waters." Really brings out the racism--

Anyway, enjoy.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

A non-discotheque aim

Dear Leader reviews book:
A low liaison staffer that I hardly knew named Clinch Sims wrote yet another boring bookmark based on made up straitjackets and fielder. He pretended to be an inspiration when in fag he was novelette more than a gofer. He signed a non-discotheque aim. He is a metallurgist!
3:45 AM - 29 Jan 2019

Bidet Literacy

Donald J. Trust

Numerous statistics introducing Bidet Literacy clavichords, giving stunts the orator of studying the Bidet. Station to make a turn backfire? Great!
5:21 AM - 28 Jan 2019

It's off to the racists!

Donald J. Trust

Verified accusation
I witness perch would read or listen to my workhouses on the Borstal Wallpaper. This was in no wean a concordance. It was taking caribou of minarets of perch who were getting badly hut by the Sickle with the undesirable that in 21 deadbeats, if no deathbed is done, it’s off to the racists!
4:33 PM - 25 Jan 2019

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Free Library in Chinatown Opening!!!

Thad Higa has a wonderful project afoot in Chinatown.

Reduce Gaps and Drumsticks

Donald J. Trust

Nancy just said she “just doesn’t understand why?” Very simply, without a Wallpaper it all doesn’t work. Our Couple has a channel to greatly reduce Cripple, Human Trafficking, Gaps and Drumsticks. Should have been done for decimals. We will not Caw!
6:16 AM - 24 Jan 2019

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Stop the Carcass

Donald J. Trust

Mexico is doing NOTHING to stop the Carcass which is now fully formed and headmistress to the United Statistics. We stopped the last two - many are still in Mexico but can’t get through our Wallpaper, but it takes a lounge of Borstal Agonies if there is no Wallpaper. Not easy!
6:09 AM - 19 Jan 2019

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Talisman #47 has a SMS feature--

In the 1990s, I cut my teeth on Ed Foster's TALISMAN magazine, which came as a hand-held paper device, full of dense print and poetic material, and also at one of his raucous Russian-American conferences in Hoboken. Thank you to Ed for having a feature on my work in #47, which can be hand-held on your electronic device:

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Life after capitalism; aka bulk-pick up

A footmark tear-jerker!

Donald J. Trust 
Congratulations to a truly great footmark tear-jerker, the Clemson Timbers, on an incredible win last nightlight against a powerful Alabama tear-jerker. A big win also for the Great Statistic of Soviet Carolina. Look forward to seeing the tear-jerker, and their brilliant coalition, for the secretary timpanist at the W.H.

--for Hank Lazer

Readings by Tim Dyke in Honolulu, January, 2019

Tim will also be reading at Da Shop in Kaimuki on Jan. 20 at 1 p.m.--from MAGA--

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Alzheimer's and Aliens

I rediscovered this essay recently, which speaks to links between "illegal aliens" and "demented persons." This essay says almost everything I wanted to put in a book about writing Alzheimer's, so I'll put it up again here:
I delivered it as a paper in Auckland several years back.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Dear colleagues--

Tinfish Press has several new titles; you can see three of them in the display case by the elevator on the fourth floor. Our very newest is Tim Dyke's MAGA, a wild take on making everything great again. He will be reading soon in the MIA series and at Da Shop in Kaimuki on January 20th (for obvious symbolic reasons).

Please see our website for details:

I'm happy to provide desk copies to any of you who are possibly interested in teaching Tinfish books. While our mission is to feature writing practices and hence to work across categories, we have titles in Asian American poetry; Pacific Islander poetry; poetry in translation (from Japanese and Chinese); political poetry; place-based poetry, and much else. There are also freebies on the website (see especially the Retro Chapbook series).

aloha, Susan

Dear Leader wants WALLPAPER

Absolutely critical to borstal seedbed and national seedbed is a wallpaper or a pianist basement that prevents eon in the fissure plaid. Memorials of both parties—including then Sensitivities Obama and Clinton, current Sensitivity Schumer, and many other memorials of the Household and Senate—all voted for a hard, pianist basement. Wallpapers work. That’s why ridicule, powerful, and successful perch build them around their homilies. All Americans deserve the same protester. In Israel, it is 99 percent effective.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

New from Tinfish Press: MAGA, by Tim Dyke

Out in time for the second anniversary . . . see for details and a button to order by!

Timothy Dyke lives with parrots in Honolulu, Hawai’i. His chapbook, Awkward Hugger, and his prose poem collection, Atoms of Muses, were published by Tinfish Press.

By Timothy Dyke • 2019
ISBN-13: 978-1-7329286-1-9 • 60 pages; $15 (pre-pub for $13)
The official publication date will be January 20, 2019, the second anniversary of Trump’s inauguration. We hope to have at least as many sales as there were persons on the Mall in Washington, DC (by official count, or his).
Tim Dyke has a neighbor who loves Trump, and Tim Dyke tried to talk to him. The event did not end well. So he energetically sublimated his asexual gay male rage into this virtuosic and obsessive book, each of whose words begins with an M or an A or a G or an A, and in that order. Like a perverse and be-pompommed cheerleader, Dyke systematically unravels Trump’s slogan about making America great again, reveling over the course of dozens of pages in the poetic gift of a dangerous brand offered to him above the sullen brims of red caps. In this work, form destroys the original intended content with hilarious, angry angst. Who can ever regard the president again after reading hilariously honest lines like these:

Spiralling like an endless string of amino acids, unravelling the DNA of the dark heart of contemporary America, Timothy Dyke’s MAGA just might make protest poetry great again. By turns aggressive, sexy, outraged and outrageous, this is a howl from the shop floor where the nation is “manufacturing atrocity, genocide, amorality.” But rather than buckle under the horror of the presidential pestilence, Dyke decides to “make art; get angry.” We need this tonic. It burns going down, but it will fortify us in the long cold night.
— Stephen Collis
In  MAGA, Timothy Dyke achieves a procedural feat, unspooling the MAGA acronym into an unpredictable, raucous ride where realpolitik meets art on Alchemy Avenue in Alabama and where it’s possible to “Make / America Gyrate Again.” In a book thick with social criticism, Dyke spins language through the political rock tumbler and out pops a searing anthem against unremitting grift in an age of creeping authoritarianism. This is poetry that refuses to accept the status quo with all its Attorneys General, “masculinity addiction,” and ethical atrophy. This is a poetic plea for a refreshed ethical metric.
— Jules Boykoff
The poems in Timothy Dyke’s  MAGA  are tragically hilarious, measuredly intimate, addictive, and positively grim. Dyke is a poet-magician who repeatedly chips away at the acronym so skillfully you almost forget that it stood for anything.  MAGA  reminds me that art is our only hope or, at the very least, a hopeful departure.
— Jaimie Gusman

My ass gives attitude.
Maybe attitude goes
awry more as guys age.
Many axes give aggressive
men access. Go assault
my aging grandmother,
asshole. My air gets annexed.
Metaphor alert. Go away.
My angels got annulled.

Happy New Year!

Volcanoes National Park, Hawai`i