Arcade Seventeen: A Preview
February 2, 2017
Arcade Seventeen by Megan Giddings from Emily Raw on Vimeo.
The flash stories that make up Megan Giddings’s Arcade Seventeen are anything but quick. Megan guides us through a garden of conspiratorial asparagus, a dream diary of centaur sex positions (his name is Harold; one of her favorite positions is the Sugar Cube), a quick trip through real terrifying America, one high school’s liberation of a dead pop star icon, and maybe a few too many Michael Keaton references (KIDDING: never enough). Megan’s pied beauty is absolutely dappled, glory be, but it also makes clean perfect sense, the way you might never notice an egregiously long nipple hair while your body is busy doing so many other things—and then one day, there it is, almost speaking to you, a strong thick thread you can be proud of. Megan’s prose is very smart. There’s a controlled transcendence that occurs on the page, and you know two things immediately: Megan knows where she is taking us, and she is having a blast doing so. When you read Arcade Seventeen, if you are lucky, you will experience an out-of-body order of things: the wind will seem to sing and its voice will only be mediocre; a deli will chuckle with you about life’s waning possibilities; maybe you’ll get into your car and find yourself in another animal’s heaven. We don’t know what will happen to you, only that they will lift you into the epiphanic, a reality that finally makes sense but for its absurdity of human truth.
On a night back to New York City, I (Natalie Eilbert) sat down with the new co-editor Emily Raw, Siena Oristaglio of The Void Academy, and Dolan Morgan, and together they draw image after image using pastels as I read aloud Megan’s book (as seen in the trailer, above). We laughed and moved with her stories, making concentric circles around the gesture of a plant life. And perhaps that is the most wonderful aspect of Megan’s aesthetic: The gestures of life, the troubles of life within those gestures. It’s as Vilem Flusser defines gesture, “a movement of the body or of a tool attached to the body for which there is no satisfactory causal explanation.” That’s where the joy in Megan’s work is: There is no explanation, there is no big terrible truth. We pass down the memory of cheese from generation to generation. We love the woman across the table from us and that realization is not a conclusion at all. Whatever happens in this life is already happening. But there Megan is, giggling as she assures us that indefinite chaos is probably the best we can do. Make sure you buy Arcade Seventeen right away.
Here’s one story from the book, originally published in New South. Come for the story preview, stay for the conversation between Megan and Natalie.
The New Audacious Line
Dana is obsessed with finding the perfect pink lipstick. She has been watching enough TV for teens and women who like purses to have an idea of what she wants: a pink that […]
New Editor Announcement!
January 28, 2017
We are very pleased to announce that Emily Raw, our current cover designer extraordinaire, has been promoted to co-editor of The Atlas Review. Emily has entwined her instinctual sense of composition and artistic intelligence as the cover designer for the beautiful TAR Chapbook Press 2016 titles, and will continue to pursue this work in the 2017 year.
In addition to her colorful and striking femme signature, Emily will help promote textual and visual hybridity in the journal, encouraging us back to one of our original missions, to engage and pursue the kinetic forces that tie together these important mediums of art. We could not think of a better foil to founding publisher Natalie Eilbert, who is perhaps the author of this copy announcement and is in no small terms constantly dazzled and amazed by the depths of knowledge and authority by which Emily formulates and follows through with concepts, ideas, and collaboration.
Rare is it to find someone who so beautifully complements your work ethic with equal measure and force, and yet, when it happens, we must hold that close. Such a dynamic is almost too fantastic to accept as a reality. In a time when reality is itself a trigger for the darkness that informs our future disturbances, this partnership will offer light and resistance as we highlight the works of new, incredible writers and artists.
This is certainly the very best news we can announce. Together, Natalie and Emily will strive to do more with the arts, even and in spite of this uncertain future. Please help us congratulate Emily Raw on this wonderful achievement!
Photo by Emily Raw
Emily Raw shoots artist portraits in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Her work focuses primarily on the nature of image, both picture & persona. Eschewing digital post-production techniques for paper, ink, & duct tape, she builds installations that, once photographed, read flat. The only thing dimensional is flesh. Her work has appeared in Der Greif, The Source, The New Yorker, & elsewhere.
“Emily Raw does her thing so well I am now a thing.” —Natalie Eilbert
A Conversation Between Idra Novey and Liv Lansdale
January 27, 2017
Liv Lansdale: Thinking of Exit, Civilian, the absence of certain women from civil society seems to be a thru line in your work. How would you describe your relationship with absence?
Idra Novey: That’s been a theme in all my books. With one of the first poems I wrote, I was living in Chile and I was volunteering at a domestic violence shelter, doing a writing workshop there. At the same time I was learning about these murders of women in a mining town up north and no one was investigating it. The media had assumed that maybe all the girls were prostitutes because they happened to be outside when they were murdered. No one looked into it because they didn’t come from wealthy families, their families didn’t have any political influence, no one did anything about these serial murders in this mining town and there were seven or eight of them. Everyone knew this prostitute assumption was an excuse not to investigate. I was reading about it and it was so upsetting. I was working in this domestic violence shelter and taking down women’s narratives, thinking about my own childhood in Appalachia. The town I grew up in was listed as one of the worst places in America to live in as a single woman. All this prompted me to think about how we confine women in definitions that are stifling, both for them and for how we incorporate them into society, how much of themselves we allow them to see.
There was this great piece in the New York Times Book Review about how women who play their instruments behind a curtain are more likely to get a seat in an orchestra. Because they’re missing. We can only hear their music when they’re unseen. I think that stayed with me because it’s something I was trying to write in Ways to Disappear: Once [Beatriz] was missing, people could hear her work, the language. I think it’s very similar to that orchestra.
LL: It’s like Ferrante fever!
IN: If we could see Ferrante and she was my character’s age—mature—there would be no Ferrante fever. Because we would see her physical body. And once you remove the female body, you can see the art. And not think of the fact that it came from a female body that didn’t look like the body you saw on your porn video recently. If you tend to objectify the female body in a dismissive way, then any art that comes from a female body you would also be maybe more inclined to dismiss. So if you were to remove the female body, and all you’re hearing is the music behind the curtain, as I think has happened with Ferrante, is I think what I was trying to explore in the novel and what happened with those orchestra tryouts.
Alex Chee put something up on Facebook that he retweeted—it was a picture of a woman probably in her eighties with white hair and she was holding […]
Announcing the Winners of the 2017 TAR Chapbook Series!
November 22, 2016
al youm: for yesterday & her inherited traumas
George Abraham is a Palestinian-American poet attending Swarthmore College. He competed in poetry slams including CUPSI (placing 2nd out of 68 international teams), NPS, and IWPS. He is a Pushcart nominee and a 2-time recipient of the Favianna Rodriguez Artistic Activism Award. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Diode, the Margins, Thrush, Apogee, Assaracus, Sukoon, and the Ghassan Kanafani Palestinian Literature Anthology. He hopes to bring awareness to Palestinian human rights/socio-economic struggles through art.
TEACHES OF PEACHES
Diane Exavier writes, makes, thinks a lot, and laughs even more. She hails from Brooklyn and still uses the Oxford comma. Her work has been presented at Bowery Poetry Club, Dixon Place, Independent Curators International, and more. Her writing appears in The Atlas Review and The Racial Imaginary: Writers on Race in the Life of the Mind. Diane is currently completing an MFA in Writing for Performance at Brown University.
Spells for Black Wizards
Candace Williams is Head of Community at a podcasting startup by day. By night and subway ride, she’s a poet. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hyperallergic, Lambda Literary Review, Copper Nickel, and the Brooklyn Poets Anthology (Brooklyn Arts Press), among other places. She’s earned a MA in Elementary Education from Stanford University, a Brooklyn Poets Fellowship, and scholarships from Cave Canem. You can find her cuddling her pit bull while subtweeting the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy (@teacherc).
Spencer Williams is from Chula Vista, California. She is currently an undergraduate at University of Iowa, where she is studying English and Cinema. Her work has been featured in Potluck, Ink Lit Mag, Fractal, and Periphery.
Finalists and Semifinalists
This was indeed the hardest time we’ve ever had selecting chapbooks. The manuscripts submitted were all otherwordly good. Congratulations to the finalists and semifinalists, who sure gave us a run for our money. Other publishers, be aware of these tremendous talents!:
These Contracts We Make by Ruth Baumann
The Abject Fingers Are a Swamp of Becoming by Marty Cain
Red//Jild//Prayer by Hazem Fahmy
The End Part Two by MC Hyland
O Nibiru by Kirsten Kaschock
thought sand echo by Tony Mancus
The Last Town Before the Mojave by Nathan Osorio
How to Make an Enemy by Ali Power
Without Them I Am Still a Mother by Sarah Sgro
Portrait: Maternal Instincts by Ruth Baumann
Blueberries by Ellena Savage
Roadside Assistance by M. J. Arlett
girl mute with fish teeth by Melissa Atkinson Mercer
Reading Tsvetaeva on Father’s Day by Chase Berggrun
In Each Pond, a Mirror by Aaron Boothby
Daughter Shaman by Kristi Carter
Animal Mineral by Stephanie Cawley
The Softness by Kell Connor
Luxury, Blue Lace by Samuel Corfman
Porch Thought by Tyler Flynn Dorholt
(in) (salt) (city) by K. M. English
Look Alive by Luiza Flynn-Goodlett
Case Study on the Afro-Seattleite by Malcolm Friend
Diffusely Yours by Kate Garklavs
Core Collapse by Stuart Greenhouse
Everlasting Youth by Sophie Grimes
Immersion Kick by Jeremy Hoevenaar
A Symbol Pronounced Star by Heather Hughes
Mirrors | Arcady by John James
Autopsy Theater by Erin Lyndal Martin
Honey in My Hair by Livia Meneghin
illus at home by Iordanis Papadopoulos
Not Only My Grandmothers by Andy Powell
settler by Maggie Queeney
Philip Says by Michael Robins
watch out for falling bullets by Phil SaintDenisSanchez
Fat Dreams by […]
Hungry Ghosts: A Preview
November 21, 2016
Hungry Ghosts from Emily Raw on Vimeo.
The three essays that make up Hungry Ghosts by Soleil Ho represent a kind of thinking that is perfectly complete and completely perfect. These essays, “Teach Me How to Speak,” “Minotaur,” and “Girl Power,” are linked to a relentless mind who finds patterns in cultural phenomena vis-a-vis her own inquiries into collective consciousness and memory. The subjects are smart and exacting, and Soleil’s breadth of understanding, observation, and insight urges her readers to consider and re-consider their methods of encounter and entertainment. Whether we are asked to follow the Korean pop sensation PSY (of “Gangnam Style” fame) to its most racist nadir, interrogate a spot on the head, or revisit the trappings of 90s’-issued “girl power,” Soleil’s command of language will convince you that an extraordinary amount of work must still be done to confront every cancerous ‘ism we’ve embodied as a country and as citizens of the world. These important essays could not be published at a worthier time, what with the president-elect’s filthy rise to power, his future cabinet of white nationalist curiosities, and the swarm of bigotry that has gained certifiable potency in this nation. Chagrined as I am to present this chapbook against such relief, it is a necessary read and could very well be the kind of call to action you need to stand up to cisheteropatriarchy and white supremacy.
I had the pleasure of talking with Soleil about her chapbook. Unsurprisingly, her answers are full of the smart and daring charisma you’ll find in all of her work. I am also happy to present a small excerpt from her third essay, “Girl Power.” Please do purchase this extraordinary chapbook. As always, Emily Raw designed the brilliant rainbow holographic cover that looks like oil-slick currency of the post-industrial future, as well as wormy-static endpapers. Think of the aesthetic as a TV that’s been plunged into a radioactive crag. What I’m saying is, you really need to buy this book.
excerpt from “Girl Power”
Back home in New York City, my friends were beginning to talk about this thing called “Girl Power.” Well, not so much talking about it as shouting the phrase whenever they got excited about anything. My best friend and fellow divorced kid, Samantha, introduced me to the concept: “It just means that when girls do something it’s better because we’re girls!” She would usually conclude such statements with cartwheels, no matter where we were. The Spice Girls filled me in on the rest of the idea.
At their peak in 1997, the Spice Girls infected the globe with their brand of Girl Power, a slippery idea that, thanks to its broad marketing, is hard to define without resorting to punchily punctuated buzzwords and phrases. Individuality. Success. Catsuits. Sexiness. Kicking ass. Record deals. Femininity. Image management. Independence. It’s a particularly abstract take on empowerment feminism, which is a philosophy that, as Samantha pointed out to me, reconfigures any and all actions taken by women into feminist victories. According to the tenets of Our Ladies of Spice, Madonna is Girl Power. Margaret […]
Congratulations to the Finalists!
October 10, 2016
Check back at the end of October 2016/beginning of November 2016 for the results!Continue Reading »
Exit Theater by Mike Lala
September 15, 2016
Congratulations to Mike Lala, the brilliant author behind In the Gun Cabinet, for his award-winning debut poetry collection, Exit Theater, forthcoming from the University Press of Colorado’s Center for Literary Publishing. It is now available for preorder. To celebrate Mike and his extraordinary achievements, we are pleased to offer a free epub of In the Gun Cabinet to anybody who preorders Exit Theater. In the Gun Cabinet is part of the larger collection of Exit Theater, but the chapbook published with TAR also has its own unique elements apart from the main book—scattered images, a one-act play, an immersive multimedia performance on the page. When you preorder Exit Theater, send the receipt to us at theatlasreview [at] gmail [dot] com and we will send you an epub of this heartstoppingly good chapbook. It will be just what you need to prepare yourself for the politically gutted expanse of Exit Theater.
You may purchase it from any of the following vendors:
UPC (publisher and distributor)
Barnes & Noble
Read a sample of In the Gun Cabinet, a brief interview with Mike, and a trailer documenting the printing process of this beautiful chapbook here. And make sure you preorder the crap out of his book! Congrats, Mike!
Cover design by Emily Raw
Selfless: a preview
July 7, 2016
To call Zoe Dzunko’s poems wild is a temptation I have fallen for so many times and it would not be inaccurate to describe them as such. But these words and their bevy of applications occasionally miss the point, misrepresenting a complex and cerebral journey as a feral wilderness, removing agency (re our heroine) from the epic, and presuming an analog between the natural and the inscrutable darkness of the troubled mind. Nothing wrong with that, except that in being captivated by the frenzied lyric, one might not hear the knotted thread of her rhetoric and academic insistence. It is true that you experience these poems from your guts outward and it is true that you experience a deliciously rare sublime rush while reading, but it is also true that Zoe writes hard, with unequivocal precision and might. She is smart as hell, and the medium of the poem only demonstrates one small surface on which she capitulates and recapitulates her intellectual grievances. Insofar as these poems also address trauma, hunger, consumption, and a quasi-religious disbelief, Selfless is a chapbook of remarkable trouble. It is with the utmost pleasure that we present a small preview of Zoe Dzunko’s Selfless by publishing one of her most harrowing emblematic poems, “Pudendum.” In addition, Zoe and I had a great conversation about her chapbook, which follows the featured poem. Also included in this blog post is a chapbook trailer conceived of and edited by Emily Raw, a transpacific collaboration between Emily and Zoe (Zoe lives in Australia; Emily, Brooklyn). If, upon experiencing this trailer, the hairs stand straight up on your neck and you feel you have become a bereft witness of the private life lived, that’s a completely normal sensation. Emily, n.b., is also the cover designer of this gorgeous book. I hope you have the opportunity to pick up Zoe’s chapbook before they disappear. This is a poet of extreme talents. Remember her name.
—Natalie Eilbert, publisher of TAR Chapbook Series/The Atlas Review
Yes, I have crawled. Splayed the bed,
been fucked or flushed to red-raw
by the domestic. I’ve had my finest ideas turning
dishes in the sink. I dry them off.
Take my sleep on silk to stave the sagging. I did
I do because of guilt — a shame I can never sever,
a limb I cannot cut from limbs
of which it ballasts: one for my mother,
another for my daughter, already blushing
at the thought of her own life. Did I gape,
breathe in time with the bleeding? Did I tear
with the tear when I birthed her,
this notion of mine, or was it yours all along?
i.e. stay very hungry, i.e. remain on the brink
crumbling with starvation. I have housed
and wifed and tried to grasp within the loop.
You do not wish to hear the truth,
the ways it might ruin for you the taste of meat.
We have not always been willing. By we:
your girls. By you: the world. I did not elect you
president, I did not, although I did invite you
to the party of my body. You looked at me,
you saw a hole. A void from which you might be
filled, unfledged, or unfleshed — a […]
Introducing Issue 6, Episode 1
June 10, 2016
We are excited to release our inaugural online issue—and you’ll notice a feature right away, and that is, we made the decision to divide Issue 6 into many “episodes” over a period of time. Think of it like a Netflix drama. Or perhaps more precise, like a pre–Netflix television series on cable, where you must wait for the next installment with bated breath. Whatever your preferred metaphor, the germ of this idea is simple. For Issue 6, we accepted approximately thirty pieces of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. As had been our heretofore process, we wrote rich letters to all accepted contributors and switched gears from readers to production staff. Unlike previous iterations, we had already determined we would no longer be in print. Printed matter tends to languish, only being savored by the few. This is an unfortunate reality to any paper effort and one struggle we decided was an unnecessary one to continue battle. Why vote once when you can vote twice? So we compromised on our desire for the physical object by announcing our new project, TAR Chapbook Series. We would create beautiful, small-print runs of already-immaculate chapbooks, establishing the urgency of artifact; we would create a gorgeous and completely visible online platform for our journal contributors, establishing the urgency of voice; and, with the money saved in not printing hundreds of issues, we would pay (albeit a nominal amount) all of our contributors. It’s a superb win on all fronts, we think, and we hope you feel this too
Now, onward the actual contents of Issue 6, episode 1. Our technologist, Jue Yang, worked tirelessly after many awesome conversations over the last few months with web designer extraordinaire Angela Protzman and myself to produce the looks and feels of the new interface. We wanted readers to feel entirely immersed in the experience of reading this innovative, often genre-melting work. And with this immersion, we did not want readers to feel at any point daunted by the mass quantity of extraordinary work (and to be sure, it is all extraordinary). That is the most essential of desideratum—our desire for others to truly engage the work, the internalize and meditate on art with space still to breathe. Think of it as a museum made up of many galleries, should the Netflix metaphor not be adequate (and of course, it’s not). In these lavender and orange and pink and green and blue rooms, we present you with our first episode’s contributors, Kofi Opam, Tafisha Edwards, Diane Exavier, Shauna Barbosa, Adrian Silbernagel, Theis Ørnthopf (translated by Julia Cohen and Jens Bjering), and Ruth Baumann. It is absolutely a curated house—each of these pieces travel our senses down the body’s viscera, the alien village, the intentional animal of our curiosities. As Kofi Opam tells us in their heartbreaking essay, “Dating Dysphoric,” “Let me tell you about bodies, and about blood.” “Take your bloodless / body back to bed and forget // you have a voice,” Tafisha Edwards seems to reply in “How to Drain […]
In the Gun Cabinet: a Preview!
March 17, 2016
As a very new chapbook press, we couldn’t be more ecstatic to convey the multitude of ways in which our first chapbook, Mike Lala’s In the Gun Cabinet, operates. It is a book arranged by lyric urgings, lush images of static and lips, and even a one-act play. To communicate all the mediums of the book in time for its release, we decided to show you In the Gun Cabinet three ways: a sampling of the first section of In the Gun Cabinet, an interview with Mike Lala about the chapbook process, and a stunning book trailer created and edited by chapbook cover designer Emily Raw. If that doesn’t whet your appetite, you might not have insides, and that might make you a robot. As a robot with the sophistication to process and read language, we should all be very concerned about the future of humanity. Just kidding, we should all be very concerned about the future of humanity anyway. Here’s Mike Lala with more on that . . . :