A footmark tear-jerker!

Donald J. Trust 
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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--

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: http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/kmko/13/ka_mate13_schultz.asp

I delivered it as a paper in Auckland several years back.

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: tinfishpress.com.

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.

New from Tinfish Press: MAGA, by Tim Dyke

Out in time for the second anniversary . . . see tinfishpress.com 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.

MAGA
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:

Blurbs

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

Excerpt

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