New Book Who's Handling Your Aubergines by George Wallace

Green Panda Announces George Wallace's new book: Who's Handling Your Aubergines. Mr. Wallace writes such evocative poetry, i often have physical reactions. my head tics, i shrink against the couch. i smile, i think "yes!" and "yes!" some more. if u are unfamiliar, perhaps u have read Whitman or Ginsberg. these guys wld be inspired, i bet, by reading or hearing George Wallace poems.

Wallace came to Cleveland for Kenneth Patchen Fest in 2007. there he befriended several locals, and had a chance to meet poets Charles Potts, and Tom Kryss; folks he got right along with. Then he performed among others, his Big America poem to a gushing audience at Fest Ecstatique, in Norhtampton, MA later that year. Soon, this late Spring, in fact, he returns to Cleve for "tres versing the panda: 3 days of poetry soiree," may 8, 9, &10.

you can get acquainted with his work by purchasing Who's Handling, and be sure to come and see Wallace and twenty-some other fine pandarizin' poets give it to the man and woman in the fisted form of live words. o, he can style it babies.

get it at abe: http://www.abebooks.com/
or mailing me greenpandapress@gmail.com $6.00, cheap and MAD.

i fire the apathetic (after

I eat the apathetic for breakfast.
I take a pitchfork to the eye
Of the apathetic.
I pretend it was an accident when
I turn and meet a four hundred degree
Pan against the prone forearm of the
Apathetic, but it
Wasn’t.
I take the apathetic’s mother out
For e coli breakfast.
But this is only after fondling
The apathetic’s mother’s
Bible, in the corpse seat of
Her husband’s hearse.

I am all about the pathetic.

I prefer apes.

Synthetic garments, I stick my
Arms in the holes of now.

A path so worn there are arm-holes in the lining wood.
The would-tic, of the clock, all seconding what
Zeal and zest good
Worker bees have
Got, I sting the apathetic; leave no honey for.

I have about had it with apathy. I have barely
Even been acquainted with telepathy,
But still I know the future’s wrought with
Scenes of me giving it to the apathetic.

And I would, might, even. After this cigarette.

was chicken trax movements

so this week i made the last chops and flourishes
on the forthcoming book "was chicken trax amid sparrows tread:
poems and one long movement by Bree".


special thanks to Adam Brodsky, who has lain the pages and
designed the look inside. Jim Lang gave great photo to the
front cover of the book, and Brian Bodnar shot me and some
toilet paper rolls for the back cover.


the book is 20 poems on Winter, Cleveland, and the intimation
of nature where man has took over, or weather has blanketed
green life. they are on lifting the blanket, or knowing what's
beneath without fingering.


then you got a fairly long non-fic about my ass bleeding,
and me growing up finally. in it i get health insurance for the
first time in my adult life, and flash back on docs growing up,
and on strange relations with teachers and camp counselors.
auto-bio by the by o there are some correlating poems
to follow.


Temple Books of Walla Walla, WA is the kind folks to put this
baby into hands of readers. they want ten bucks for it, 132 pages,
perfect-bound as your mother in her apron.
stay tuned, not quite sure which month it comes.