Poetry. "[A]nd what does it say? words / and words and celluloid / gone crisper take / the world in your hands the world / holds your hands take / the powder dispersed / and feel so warm and huddled down / in bed where dreams come differently / from nothing / but sequence scared / and scared get phantom rickshaw / come to pick you up / for the darktown strutters say / my feet have heavy shoes and now / the line of the train is called / shuttery kodak..." The first substantial collection available from Larry Kearney in two decades, since Streaming (O Books/Trike, 1988), this book collects two new works. One exceptional long long poem--"everything goes but the poem"--stretches over some 60 pages, the extended lyric. It's joined by one shorter long poem, "Calliope," some of the parts of which are pictures, some of the words of which are others' words. All together, they make a curious music: "catch your breath and put it in the mayonaisse jar, with the cricket."

everything goes but the poem + Calliope (Listening Chamber Poetry, 4)

Literature & Fiction

Kearney, Larry

Poetry

Listening Chamber

Here is an opportunity to listen in on fascinating conversations with people who found God when they didn't really want to and weren't even looking. Through a series of deeply personal interviews with individuals from different walks of life, the authors conduct a captivating discourse on discovering a "higher power." The interview subjects are not proselytizers, nor are they interested in comparing spiritual states. Their stories are neither tidy nor definitive. What they offer, however, is a remarkable, refreshing, and ultimately satisfying mosaic on the meaning and manifestation of God.

Finding God When You Don't Believe in God: Searching for a Power Greater Than Yourself

Self-Help

Erdmann, Jack

Happiness

Hazelden

The story of a fourth-generation alcoholic begins in 1934, when the author first becomes aware of his father's drinking, and continues with his own battle, which culminated in a violent marriage, the loss of his career, and eventual recovery. 75,00 first printing. Tour.

Whiskey's Children

Biographies & Memoirs

Kensington Pub. Corp

Fish Gotta Swim: A book equal to anything in the craft of American writing—Huckleberry Finn, The Red Badge of Courage, Billy Budd—instantly takes its place in the American canon. John Thorpe 
 Larry Kearney’s Fish Gotta Swim has been described as the finest memoir blending fact and imagination since Tolstoy’s Childhood, Boyhood, and Youth. It is an extraordinary story of a child coming to consciousness of the world through the measures and sightings of poetry and song, this time in Mother Brooklyn. Read it, then teach it to your children. Benjamin Hollander 
 Larry Kearney’s lyrical, probing voice has been an essential in American poetry for the last 50 years. Joanne Kyger 
 Kearney is one of those unsung cats who has been producing intelligent thoughtful snarly deeply musical poetry, deeply felt wryly wrought astute poetry of the first rank for decades for a select few—you’re in for a rare treat. David Meltzer 
 His ear is uncanny, tuned with perfect fidelity to culture high and low, to all the temptations of language and heaven. His curiosity about form and metric have turned his work into a palace of music; it’s a poetry so melodic and harmonically inventive as to approach the aural splendor of, say, Charlie Parker’s Birdland . . . Kevin Killian

Fish Gotta Swim

Arts & Literature

Spuyten Duyvil Publishing

Duncan told me it was too late, that I was too late, I’d missed Spicer… I slept thru grad school with The Collected Books Of Jack Spicer for my pillow, provoking dreams of writing books of serial poems, book-length poems like Spicer’s, not journal poems… Awoke to the Great Binge of ’98, spending my teacher’s pay on whole shelves of biography/poems/lectures… And thru it all, Jack Spicer the man waited wisely inside Helen Adam’s blurry b/w snapshot and outside of time; it did seem too late to catch up. Until this. Until Larry Kearney’s new portrait, the “emotional memoir,” invites me to sit at Jack Spicer’s table, where I just now overhear him to say: “This is where the poem happens. Here.” Rich Blevins
A tour de force, of course it had to be. I’m at a loss to say more. Lew Ellingham

Testamentality, Transcryption: An Emotional Memoir of Jack Spicer