October 28, 2007

There'll be more poems in Ada's air atoms this coming Sunday, November 4th. Nancy Kuhl, authorer of The Wife of the Left Hand and Sarah Riggs, who wrote Water Work, have agreed to do their thing for us. Who are we, Stranger, to let them down? The usual free wine and snacks will be within your reach. And chairs for the early. Here's something that Nancy Kuhl has made:


The hoax of relic bones
and the goddess of hinges
stay buried in the still
frozen ground. A scheme
luminous as a pearl.
Hidden: flimsy telegrams
and torn-envelope letters,
clear-eyed jewels; all of it
bundled, pushed deep
into a hole in the wall,
nestled among sparrows.
This is a hard fact:
appetites make bad wives.
Cigarette smoke swirls white,
rooms forget dimensions.
The birds begin to escape.
They leave almost no trace
in the electric morning;
they shine like silver keys.

October 26, 2007

If you happen to stop by this Saturday, don't be alarmed when you see a six-foot-something elf sitting in my chair. I and my wife have volunteered our time and dignity to serve as one of the many checkpoints in the annual autumn alley cat race here in Providence. The theme is Xmas vs. Halloween. I think I'm supposed to look like an evil elf but, Stranger, I've seen the costume, even tried it on, and there's nothing evil about it. Instead, I look more like what Peter Pan might have looked like if he'd ever grown up, developed an unholy thirst for Guinness stout and opened up a little book store somewhere. My wife, however, looks pretty wicked in her outfit. Wicked sexy, that is. (That's my attempt at New England slang. It sits as unseasily on my tongue as it does on the screen.) If you want to know more about the race go here: www.bikecave.com. And please, if you do see me, fairy flags flying, keep cracks and comments to yourself. I have a Humpty-Dumpty ego.

October 22, 2007

On Thursday, October 25, from say, 5 till 7 in the evening, Meredith Younger and Andrew Oesch will fill Ada's nooks and niches with their sweat, their breath, their blood. And before you say "Ew!", Stranger, you should know that these excretions have been bound up with their dreams, their ideas, their imaginations; then translated into ink and paper and other things -- which makes them art. I have no pictures of the pieces to tease you with though I only hope that makes you more mouthwatery to see them. They'll be on display for several weeks but if you come this Thursday, you can meet the artists and eat our snacks. And remember, book groping is encouraged by the management.

October 17, 2007

This Saturday, at six pee em, Ada Books is putting on some more poetry -- for your delight, Stranger! Kitchen Press poets Chris Tonelli and Sampson Starkweather (yes, that is his real name) will weave their word-spells at you while you sit or stand in white-eyed wonder. Kitchen Press, as I've blogged about before is a micro-press run out of Hell's Kitchen, NYC, and is a member of CLMP. It's purpose is to publish quality handmade chapbooks by emerging poets. What's the CLMP? Why it is none other than the Council of Literary Magazines and Presses. What's NYC? None of Your Concern. But please, concern yourself with our little poetry gathering. We'll wine and snack you. And there might even be dancing afterwards.

October 12, 2007

New books will occasionally stumble into my shop. After I've tamed them, determined their sex and classified them taxinomically, I like to offer them up to you, Stranger. And so. . . I have two brown books by Renee French: Micrographica and The Ticking. Anders Nilsen's ever-cheerful Monolugues for the Coming Plague. Emily Flake's pictorial battle against cigarettes, These Things Ain't Gonna Smoke Themselves. James Sturm's unsettling James Sturm's America. John Porcellino's intimidatingly thick King-Cat Classix. Adrian Tomine's Shortcomings, the collected (recent) issues of Optic Nerve. Eric Drooker's somewhat self-explanitory Flood: A Novel in Pictures. And for those that like their pictographs in digest form, The Best American Comics 2007. I also have a few new and new-used novels and poetries, for those who're into such things.

October 5, 2007

You know I hate to disappoint you, Stranger, yet I find it's sometimes necessary. Like thistimes: Ada Books (get ready to frown) will be closed this weekend, Saturday through Monday. It isn't on Columbus' account that I'm doing this to you. His holiday is merely coincidental with the arrival of certain members of my clan. I will need the downtime to entertain them, New England style. Now, which way to the corn maze?

October 2, 2007

This website (appearances to the contrary) is neither static nor stagnant. This website is a living thing, or rather, it is like a living thing. And like a living thing it must shed its old pixels now and then and replace them with fresh ones. However, just as you hardly notice the flaking detritus that drifts away from you everyday, the changes to this website can whipser up undetected, like the cancer that might or might not be growing in any one of our organs at any moment. So. I'd like to make you aware of what's new. If I may direct your attention to the right. Here you'll find five new links. I'll take them anti-alphabetically. What is Zembla? Zembla is the final entry in Pale Fire's index. It is, according to that very entry, a distant northern land. It is also a website devoted to the study and veneration of Vladimir Nabokov, who is the fundamental force, the elemental engine that rumbles under the soul (metaphorically speaking) of Ada Books. Know Zembla, know me. White Electric doesn't need anyone to stump on its behalf. They are a fixture, a face on the side of a mountain. If you live in or near Providence, you know White Electric already. If you live downtown or on the west side, you probably go there every day for coffee and sandwiches. I know that my coffee bone would ache without it. Kitchen Press, out of New York City, produces and prints some magnificant chap books. Justin Marks, its leader in sweat and spirit, seems to have an extra ear for poetry. He will be reading at Ada Books in a few weeks. Circle A Cycles builds bikes like gods made men: out of hard clay and old magic. At least that's how it looks to me. I don't how they do it, actually. Trade secrets. But I've seen the results and I am humbled. Active Suspension is a record label. If you touch this link it will take you directly to their streaming "radio" station. They carry the dream sounds of Davide Balula and Ramona Cordova, among others. Lately, I have it on at all times. Many of the songs you'll hear are more aleatoric than catchy. Some of them might crack your brain. But I find them soothing. And they just fit in Ada's petite atmosphere (with plenty of room left over for you, Stranger).