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HOW TO CATCH A FALLING KNIFE

AUTHOR | DANIEL JOHNSON
PUBLISHER
| ALICE JAMES BOOKS
RELEASE
| 4.1.10

"Smoke smeared the sky / the sun was a hole / but my mother wouldn’t believe / the river was burning." Though Johnson’s world is slightly apocalyptic, it is enjoyably crooked and doused with familiarity. His childhood lurks in the poems with the oft-ritualistic format of songbook or prayer, yet each piece is infused with a distinctly contemporary tinge, a wry tonal surprise that pulls us from his lyrical descriptions of the natural world and into the here and now. Bringing to light the partiality of a moment and knowing exactly where to end it, Johnson feeds us and we remain hungry. He’s more concerned with the moment than its demise.

Poets are still successfully writing about the mundane tasks of everyday life, language like Johnson’s that turns small experiences into dingy miracles. His clean and imaginative narrative makes it feel as though some god-mystery has been unraveled (cue "Ad Infinitum," when God Himself polishes a pearl-handled gun). Working with negative space, he substitutes what is missing for what is there: "No thunder clapped. No music announced coming or leaving" ("North Life"). To define a time and place by what lacks is to understand the nature of it. With slow imagery, fresh syntax and dry diction, Johnson crafts a poetry that hunts absence like an animal in the quiet woods.

DANIEL JOHNSON READS AT THE BROOKLINE BOOKSMITH THU 9.9.10 AT 7PM.

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JAMAICA PLAIN EAST

Amidst laundromats and auto-glass garages of east-side JP, you’ll find more than just that dead-of-winter house party, to which a roommate once dragged me despite fierce reluctance to the promise of stale beer; there’s also a cemetery.

MBTA: Bus #s 42, 22, 29, 44 & 48. Stony Brook & Green Street stations/Orange Line.

PORTABLE FOOD

Canto 6

A tiny bakery on the corner of Washington and Green, Canto 6 is run by pierced kids with a "no bathroom use" policy. The cashier offers soft-humored bail banter as he sends me across the street to the police station to use their toilette. When I return from that weird experience, he makes me a cold ginger lime ricky, and I order an almond cocoa nib shortbread—both portable, and for only three bucks. [3346 Washington St. 617.983.8688]

GET ICONIC

Forest Hills Cemetery

To escape the chaos of urban toil, take a shaded stroll through Forest Hills Cemetery and search for the headstones of Anne Sexton and E.E. Cummings. Miles and miles of walking; there’s really nothing like a little solitude with the deceased. I could have written a poem about the quiet I experienced there, but I chose not to. [95 Forest Hills Ave. 617.524.0128. [[http://foresthillscemetery.com/|foresthillscemetery.com]]]

BROWSE AROUND

Skippy White’s

Skippy "we sell gospel" White’s is truly run by an affable dude named Skippy White, who happened to be helping a customer locate the Soul Train theme song recording when I ambled in. I wouldn’t call myself a church jams fan, but I do like Ray Charles (Skip’s fave), and a selection of blues records for under $10. Also a great place if you collect oddball cassettes that no one’s listened to since 1982. [1971 Columbus Ave. 617.524.4500]

CHEAP BASTARD

Pin Bochichne

A proprietor emerges from the small sea of checkered tablecloths under whirring ceiling fans. "Who are you to take a picture of this place?" I tell him that I’m trying to let the people know about the bomb Dominican dollar menu. But because of our spoiled relationship, I can’t stay to have the delicious-looking tostones or platanos, avocado salad, or a malt bevvie, peach juice or Tamarind soda. [3160 Washington St. 617.522.7410]

BE GOOD

826 Boston

An independent and academic peace lies over the open rooms in 826 Boston. Since this is a nonprofit writing tutoring center, I feel the camaraderie of my people and begin to compose these article blurbs as openings to novels. I briefly conjure great publishing projects to do with middle schoolers, and chat up the nice lady at the front desk. I could totally work here, especially when Dave Eggers hangs around. [3035 Washington St. 617.442.5400. [[http://826boston.org/|826boston.org]]]

BE BAD

Doyle’s Cafe

Finally up into the big-girl stool in F.J. Doyle’s Pub & Braddock Cafe, a charming train station of a bar. The place is three echoing rooms deep and is full of whale-sized booths. There’s WWII propaganda and a clipper ship mural behind Keith, the bar manager, who is enormously kind and buys me a Sam Adams Brick Red. Look at me, hanging out with the "after-work" crowd. [3484 Washington St. 617.524.2345. [[http://www.doylescafeboston.com/|doylescafeboston.com]]]

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THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE WEIRD

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STARRING | SONG KANG-HO, LEE BYUNG-HUN, JUNG WOO-SUNG

DIRECTOR | KIM JEE-WOON

STUDIO | MPI HOME VIDEO

RELEASE | 8.17.10

It’s difficult to say whether Ji-Woon Kim’s spin on Sergio Leone’s The Good, the Bad and the Ugly is a parody or not. Set in ’30s Manchuria, it opens with, is followed by, is filled with a plethora of, and closes with the long, adrenaline-pumping shootouts of desert showdowns.

Cowboys apparently never tire.

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WEIRD STALK, TOO

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The evolving, semi-freakish Whitehaus Family Record ensemble of experimental artists is hosting its follow-up to last year’s eerily popular weird-art fest, Weird Stock. Although joined by several cross-country performers, the festival will be on home soil, around the corner from the collective’s renowned JP living room, where folk music, spoken word and a tribal vibe has flourished.

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HUGH HEFNER: PLAYBOY, ACTIVIST AND REBEL

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Gene Simmons claims that there isn’t any man, living or dead, who wouldn’t "give his left nut" to be Hugh Hefner, during any one of the myriad of successful eras in his life, which are chronicled too dotingly by Academy Award-winning documentarian Brigitte Berman.

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THE MADONNAS OF ECHO PARK

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AUTHOR | BRANDO SKYHORSE
PUBLISHER | FREE PRESS
RELEASE | 6.1.10

In his first novel, Brando Skyhorse adroitly unties decades-old knots of modern Mexican-American identity. This collection of stories, told in varying first person, profiles the lives of characters living in LA’s invisible community, Skyhorse’s own childhood neighborhood of Echo Park. Chronicling the changes that began in the ’80s with Chavez Ravine’s demolition (to make room for Dodgers stadium) to the area’s current incarnation as a gentrified hipster neighborhood, Skyhorse shows us the cleaning ladies, gang members, grandmothers, mini-Madonnas and everyone else who scrapes to get out of a marginalized community while clinging to whatever sense of home is left in the barrio.

At times, the book seems like an unraveling, cultural overview. But it also stands up as a provocative portrait of lives intersecting in small collisions. Aurora Esperanza, the lifeline of the book, is sometimes overshadowed by less developed but more interesting characters. The stories are hit or miss, but Skyhorse is at his best when he strikes a voice he can run with, as in "Rules of the Road" and "Yo Soy el Army." The descriptions are stunning, and the book weaves in a jacaranda tree mythology reminiscent of magical realism—but it doesn’t quite fit on the Latino literature shelf. It crosses too many borders for that. While overly romanticized at times, Skyhorse powerfully crystallizes the complexities of a modern Mexican-American identity. Continue reading

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COCOROSIE

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GENRE | FREAK FOLK/DRESS UP

VERDICT | BEARDS OK

LABEL | SUB POP RECORDS

RELEASE | 5.11.10

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Hiccups. There is nothing fluid or consistent about Grey Oceans, an aural experience similar to tripping up the stairs after an intoxicatingly hot, dream-hazed night at the opium den. Still, I’ve turned it up frequently, because I’m a sucker for opera.

CocoRosie’s lyrically weird refrains are bolstered here by the neo-elegance of their well-aged electro-opera sound. Yes, it’s more of the same: sometimes graceful, sultry and delightfully indulgent, but there are a few great surprises, like dips into vaudeville, quick turns from delicate piano to bass drop, and the occasional Auto-Tune. It strengthens our belief in the Casady sisters’ ability to craft their own mystique from all things underbelly and "poetic." Where it lacks momentum or audible talent, it swells with individuality. It’s a salty little breathing machine.

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