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MY POEM "ABORTION HALLUCINATION IN CHOICE WORDS ANTHOLOGY

I am honored that my poem “Abortion Hallucination” has been selected for inclusion in the anthology CHOICE WORDS: WRITERS ON ABORTION from Haymarket. The anthology features work by Margaret Atwood, Gwendolyn Brooks, Lucille Clifton, Langston Hughes, Ursula LeGuin, Audre Lorde, Gloria Naylor, Joyce Carol Oates, Frank O’Hara, Sharon Olds, Dorothy Parker, Jean Rhys, Saniyya Salem, Anne Sexton, Ntozake Shange, Gloria Steinem, Ruth Prawar Jhabvala, Amy Tan, Alice Walker, and many others. Thanks to editor Annie Finch for including me!

TEXT OF "ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS AND THE RECOVERED MOVEMENT - WHEN THE 12 STEPS TURN TOXIC"

   By a deeply held Alcoholics Anonymous tradition, I am not supposed to identify myself as a member to media. However, this tradition eliminates a layer of public scrutiny which would give prospective A.A. members useful information about how actual members turn out. After thirty years in and out, mostly in, I turned out an A.A. apostate. Part of my “story,” that lingua franca of A.A. speak, follows, along with a cautionary word about “turning your will and your life over” to any entity besides yourself.
    I joined AA in its heyday, the 80s, when celebrities and politicians and everyone who was anyone was getting sober. In tolerant New York City A.A., a library of information was discussed alongside the official program literature, Alcoholics Anonymous (known as the “Big Book”) and The 12 Steps and 12 Traditions of Alcoholics Anonymous. We shared about dysfunctional families, child abuse, therapies for body and mind, and a range of opinions on god, atheism and agnosticism among them. A.A. helped me by providing a community where sobriety was normative. Some brainwashing was helpful in that regard, but the insistence upon unquestioning acceptance of other “truths” became pernicious.
    I first became cognizant of the Recovered movement in 2013. This subgroup of A.A. is named after the subtitle on the “Big Book’s” title page, “The Story of How Many Thousands of Men and Women Have Recovered from Alcoholism.” Ordinary alcoholics in the Fellowship sometimes identify themselves in meetings as “recovering alcoholics,” to underscore the idea that recovery is ongoing and never ending. Recovereds believe that, upon finding god, the alcoholic is fully recovered through grace, and point to the past tense word on the title page; if the title page says “Recovered,” once and for all, then that is how this must be.
    At a vulnerable time in my recovery, I began noticing that, suddenly, more sponsors became available for service, where there had been a dearth before. “I’m X, a Recovered alcoholic, and I sponsor from the Big Book,” I began hearing. Listening to these individuals, I heard stories of a tremendous liberation from craving, a genuine spiritual awakening that had trounced a half dozen character defects at a blow. They spoke with certainty and with joy. I had to learn more and asked a member of the group to sponsor me.
    I noticed first off that Recovereds held separate meetings and were disdainful of the recovery of other alcoholics. The problem, according to my sponsors, was that they focused on sobriety, a matter of the First Step, they told me: What of the other Steps? Weren’t they still wallowing in a godless mass of defects? Weren’t they in A.A. kindergarten? 
    I mentioned the A.A. Tradition that said the only requirement for membership was a desire to stay sober, that A.A.’s primary purpose was to help members stay sober and to help others achieve sobriety. No! I was told roundly. A neophyte, I had not gotten the true message, written loud and clear in the Big Book: The purpose of “The Book” was to find god.

    Big Book “Recovereds” fundamentalists say the purpose of the organization is not to find sobriety, but to find god. 

    So began my Big Book tutelage: Go to God.
    Recovereds did not spring up sui generis – there is much in the A.A. soil that supports unquestioned belief. 

    As a racist president tweets hate, particularly glaring is the A.A. injunction against political action in the routinely cited "Acceptance" paragraphs. This writing abjures members not to concern themselves with outside causes and to focus exclusively on bettering themselves. This philosophy is brought home by the constant repetition of the slogan, “I am powerless over people, places, and things.

    The fellowship is now overrun by fundamentalist Christians and "Recovereds" who do not tolerate any questioning of the Big Book. As a racist president tweets hate, particularly glaring is the injunction not to become political, the oft cited "Acceptance" paragraphs that abjure members not to concern themselves with outside causes and to focus exclusively on bettering themselves: “not to address what is wrong in the world, but only within me.” This philosophy is brought home by the constant repetition of the docile slogan, “I am powerless over people, places, and things.” All power is god’s and personal powerlessness is a holy state. God must deal with everything outside the member’s spiritual status.
    Any mention of politics, of any cause, or outside organizations (exceptions are made for churches) is strictly forbidden in the A.A. culture. This apolitical environment is meant to welcome members of varying persuasions. But it is a policy that failed the Oxford Group, the group Bill Wilson closely modeled A.A. upon. In a fit of hubris, Oxford Group leaders tried to appease Hitler—and it was the end of them. The narrow-minded “Recovered” movement, unable to adapt to the complexities of modern life and tacitly affirming the status quo, may also spell the end of A.A.
    The program, while claiming it is not a religion, is strongly pro-church—members are exhorted to join or rejoin theirs with alacrity. Creationism is favored over science, as in the Second Step in the Twelve and Twelve which mocks the theory of evolution with humankind "rising majestically from the primordial ooze." In the A.A. meeting rooms, also largely in churches, in place of science are beliefs designed for people who do not understand science; meetings resonate with new age philosophies cast as laws, such as the “law of attraction,” a version of positive thinking. Hopeful ex-drunks strive to “vibrate” at prosperous “frequencies” as they chant Orwellian affirmations opposite to reality and in place of action: “I am rich, I am thin, I am loved.”

    Beyond the drink: Is rock bottom the best time to choose your life philosophy?

    My novel, Patient Women, is a love letter to the program, which certainly saved this alcoholic’s life, but at what price? And being recruited when at rock bottom, as all members are, and being told that A.A. was my only hope, what other options might have been open to me besides the hard-selling program? And beyond the drink: Is rock bottom the best time to choose your life philosophy?
    A.A. is the last acceptable and mainstream faith healing organization; law courts routinely refer people to A.A. Shrouded in secrecy, with members told that they will die if they leave, dominated by fundamentalism, it remains the first word in referrals for alcoholics. But the humorous slogan, “We Are All Here Because We Are Not All There” is true – there is a veritable cornucopia of untreated emotional and mental illness in the rooms that rarely gets better on the A.A. program alone.
    Members are constantly reminded that they are “diseased.” “The Disease,” the anthropomorphic avatar of addiction, is “cunning, baffling, and insidious,” and progressive even during periods of sobriety; only a lifetime of A.A. membership can save you from degradation and death. Cult thinking manifests in a vicious cycle: you can never be cured, you must attend every day, and you will die if you leave. Members cite those who left after 20 years sobriety and came back, hungover and back to square one. Without the program, relapse is inevitable, they say. But A.A. and its members do not track those who leave and remain sober, or even more horrifying to the program, learn to drink moderately. Dependence on drink is replaced with a dependence upon meetings, dependence upon god. Attending one meeting a week “makes you weak.” The meetings are your strength and you, a solitary meerkat, cannot make it outside the group or without constantly hearing the A.A. “message.”

    Welcome to the Hotel 12-Step: You Can Never Leave . . .

    Of course, A.A. will tell you that you can believe anything you want, but the group dynamics of the meetings make such intellectual independence impossible, especially when contrarian thinking is labeled “your disease speaking.” Argument and outside ideas are verboten—“Get off the debating society,” the Second Step commands. Another slogan insists, “Utilize, don’t analyze.” And defiance is a “characteristic of (unrecovered) alcoholics.” A prevalent wall hanging at meetings showing the word Think upside down prepares members for intellectual passivity. Intuition is in; thinking is out. Apolitical, anti-intellectual, and anti-science, what most A.A.s need is not the honing of their intuition, but a course in logical reason.

    The 12 “Suggested” Steps: We Only Want Your Will and Your Life

    The so-called “suggested” Steps are in fact mandatory if you wish to participate in A.A. life. The linchpin is the Third Step, which involves a decision to turn your will and life to the care of god; this effectively means turning one’s will and life over to the program. What then follows is a morbid fascination with character defects, the endless and thankless task of self-perfection (yes, this is the stated A.A. goal, spiritual perfection.) With perfection as the goal, there is never time for outside interests like joining a union or organizing a protest march.
    Spiritual status trumps everything in A.A., and even trumps sobriety among the Recovereds; with the Recovered movement, sobriety is ancillary to meeting face-to-face with your maker. If you read the Big Book, which the Recovereds do to the exclusion of all books other than the Bible, you will see written that the point of the program is to help you find god. But, we are told, A.A. is not a religious program. It has an infallible “Book,” mentions god or a higher power six times in the Steps, devotes chapters to god in the literature, collects donations daily, and proselytizes, but is not a religion. It is, in Orwellian doublespeak, a “spiritual program.” But in effect, A.A. is a true religion in the Judeo-Christian tradition. The Lord’s Prayer is often said even when Jewish members are in attendance, as is the masochistic St. Francis prayer. Belief is ground in not in one weekly sermon, but daily, and, per the 12th Step, in all aspects of the member’s life.
    The 12th Step enforces active proselytizing of new members. It is an A.A. dictum that “you can’t keep it unless you give it away”; this is what is called “carrying the Message.” This ensures that A.A. and its contributions and literature sales grow as amateurs undertake the treatment of very ill people. Along with the mission to convert is the hagiography of the founders, especially Bill Wilson, in whose case the program didn’t work. Never on his feet financially until the royalties from A.A. literature secured his fortune, Bill suffered from chronic depression and even took hallucinogens to treat it. He also was a philanderer who tormented his long-suffering wife Lois with his infidelity. Not cured by the program, Wilson experimented with arcane chemical treatments while other mentally ill A.A.s were told to have faith and not take medication, that they would not be sober if they did. Many came to disastrous consequences.

    Epilogue: Breaking Anonymity

    An atheist today, I believe that there is no higher power, and that I, Larissa Shmailo, the poet, with the help of other human beings and no paranormal forces, have to restore myself to sanity. In the parlance of the program, I “took my will back” by deciding to be master of my fate and captain of my soul and rejecting a closeted religious group that fosters superstition and wishful thinking. I believe the Steps create a slave mentality, make people obsess about their defects, keep them involved with dysfunctional people, knock the fight out of them. Most people after thirty years in are still active in some “ism.”
    At its inception, John D. Rockefeller did not donate money to Bill Wilson’s pet project as the latter had hoped but saw immediately that the program’s “will-less,” undefiant people would make good subservient employees. But defiance, frowned upon in A.A., is the font of much if not all progress. And anger, which is to be eliminated completely per A.A., has survival value, lets people know when they must stand up for themselves, fight for their rights, as we must today. Apolitical, staunchly religious, moving ever further right, what is the value of A.A.’s will-less life in a world intent upon foisting its implacable will on people today?
    Since the advent of Trump, I have been carefully re-examining the Steps, the fellowship, and the mindset they create. What may have been adaptive for me in the 80s may not be so today, what with medications for addiction and mental illness, and an urgent requirement for political action. Apolitical and anti-med, what is A.A.’s role today?

    Larissa Shmailo is a poet, author, translator, editor, and critic. www.larissashmailo.com

Vladimir Nabokov and My Mother

Yes, Vladimir Nabokov is a great prose stylist, and an interesting, if pedantic, critic. And I skipped both sleep and work to read Lolita. But he averred that the "only" worthy Russian emigration was that of the post-1917 revolutionary aristocrats; he disparaged the post WWII emigration of my family, who suffered persecution by both Stalin and Hitler, and subsequent waves in the later 20th century. He claimed not to miss his privilege or wealth, but only his childhood - one served by 50 servants, whom he said stole from him, whereas the class truth is that the Nabokovs stole land, water, labor, and time from them. And he famously disliked Dostoevsky, in part because his forbear ran the prison where the writer was kept "and generously lent him books." Is it surprising that I now find too many adjectives and a precious vocabulary in his prose? And that ADA is a bit of a mess? Don't blame me, friends - this guy dissed my Mama!

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE: SLY BANG READER BIOS



Take a look at the impressive bios of the readers for From Russia with Love: A SLY BANG Book Party on May 13!Our sponsor Dr. Regina Khidekel received her MA in Art Theory and History and Ph.D. from the Academy of Arts in Leningrad. She is an art critic and curator, the Art Director of the Diaghilev Art Center (1990-1993) and founding director of the nonprofit arts organizations, Russian American Cultural Center in New York (1998) and the Lazar Khidekel Society (2010), and member of AICA and SHERA. A frequent contributor to the magazines in Russia and ArtNews in the USA, Khidekel is the author of a number of catalogues and books, including “It's the Real Thing.” Soviet and Post- Soviet Sots Art and American Pop Art - Minnesota University Press (1998), Artists from St. Petersburg (2006), Homage to Diaghilev;s Enduring Legacy (2009), Russian Avant-garde: Work-in-Progress in Russian Constructivist Roots: Present Concerns - Maryland University (1997), Traditionalist Rebels: Nonconformist Art in Leningrad in Forbidden Art - Curatorial Assistance, LA (1998),and Lazar Khidekel in Malevich's Circle: Confederates, Students, Followers in Russia, 1920s-1950s -The State Russian Museum (2000).Emcee Andrey Gritsman, a native of Moscow, immigrated to the United States in 1981. He authored seven volumes of poetry in Russian and five collections in English and received the 2009 Pushcart Prize Honorable Mention XXIII and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize several times between 2005 – 2010, and also was on the Short List for the PEN American Center Biennial Osterweil Poetry Award. Poems, essays, and short stories in English have appeared or are forthcoming in more than 90 literary journals. His work has also been anthologized in Modern Poetry in Translation (UK), Crossing Centuries (New Generation in Russian Poetry), and The Breath of Parted Lips: Voices from the Robert Frost Place. Andrey edits the international poetry magazine Interpoezia and runs the Intercultural Poetry Series.Anna Halberstadt has been widely published in Russian, English, and Lithuanian. Eileen Myles s first collection of poetry in Russian translation by Anna Halberstadt “Selected Selected” was published by “Russian Gulliver” in Moscow in April 2017. Anna’s translations of poetry by Edward Hirsch into the Russian “Nocturnal Fire “were published by Evgeny Stepanov’s Publishing House in 2017. Halberstadt was a finalist in the 2013 and 2015 Mudfish poetry contests and in the Atlanta Review 2015 contest. Anna was a semi-finalist for the Paumanok Poetry Award 2015 and a winner of the International Merit Award in Poetry 2016 International Poetry Competition in the Atlanta Review and awarded a Poetry prize 2016 for a group of poems in Russian by Children of Ra journal. Her “Vilnius Diary” in Lithuanian has become one of TOP10 books, published in Lithuania in 2017, named by the Lithuanian news site Lt.15. It was also chosen for the list of most important books in translation 2017 by the Lithuanian Translators Association. Нalberstadt was named Translator of the Year by the literary journal Персона PLUS 2017 for her translation into the Russian of Bob Dylan’s poem “Brownsville Girl.”Elizabeth L. Hodges has been editor of the print journal St. Petersburg Review, www.stpetersburgreview.com, since 2006 and the digital Springhouse Journal, springhousejournal.com, since 2014. Her book of poetry, Witchery, was published by MadHat Press in 2016.Irina Mashinski was born in Moscow; she graduated from the Physical Geography Department of Moscow University where she later completed her Ph.D. studies. She is co-editor, with Robert Chandler and Boris Dralyuk, of The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry (Penguin Classics, 2015) and of Cardinal Points, the Journal of Brown University’s Slavic Department. Irina Mashinski is the co-founder (with the late Oleg Woolf) and editor-in-chief of the StoSvet literary project. She is the author of ten books of poetry and translations (in Russian). Her first English-language collection, The Naked World, is forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil.Alexander Veytsman writes poetry and prose in both English and Russian languages. His original poems, translations, as well as short stories and essays, have appeared in more than 30 publications in Russia and the United States. Over the years, he served on the editorial boards of The Word and Interpoeziya literary journals, in addition to chairing the Compass Translation Award under the auspices of Cardinal Points journal. A native of Moscow and a graduate of Harvard and Yale universities, Alexander currently lives in New York City.Anton Yakovlev's latest chapbook Chronos Dines Alone, winner of the James Tate Poetry Prize 2018, was published by SurVision Books. He is also the author of Ordinary Impalers (Kelsay Books, 2017) and two prior chapbooks: The Ghost of Grant Wood (Finishing Line Press, 2015) and Neptune Court (The Operating System, 2015). His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Hopkins Review, Measure, Amarillo Bay, and elsewhere. He has also written and directed several short films. The Last Poet of the Village, a book of translations of poetry by Sergei Yesenin, is forthcoming from Sensitive Skin Books.Larissa Shmailo is a poet, novelist, translator, editor, and critic. Her new novel is Sly Bang; her first novel is Patient Women. Her poetry collections are Medusa’s Country, #specialcharacters , In Paran , A Cure for Suicide, and Fib Sequence . Her poetry albums are The No-Net World and Exorcism, for which she won the New Century Best Spoken Word Album award. She has been published in Plume, the Brooklyn Rail, Barrow Street and over 30 anthologies. Shmailo is the original English-language translator of the first Futurist opera Victory over the Sun by Alexei Kruchenych, performed at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Academy of Music, the Garage Museum of Moscow, and theaters and universities worldwide. Shmailo also edited the online anthology Twenty-first Century Russian Poetry and has been a translator for the Eugene A. Nida Institute of Biblical Scholarship on the Russian Bible. Currently, she is guest-editing an upcoming Russia and politics issue of Matter. Please see more about Shmailo at her websitewww.larissashmailo.com and Wikipedia ttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larissa_Shmailo

ON TRUMP SUPPORTERS

There are many books on the market that urge us to listen to Trump supporters, to be kind and respectful of them. I find Trump supporters, who enable a vulgar, lying white supremacist, who spew racial epithets and insane Q conspiracy theories, morally and intellectually reprehensible. They have supported child separation, "good people on both sides," and attacks on the free press.There have to be limits to tolerance, especially when actors actively attack the rights and freedoms of others. Trump supporters are fascists, are creating a unitary authoritarian executive, and are destroying democracy. I hold to my right to condemn them like the Nazis that they are.

APRIL !0th ON POETRY THIN AIR!

TONIGHT - Part 1 of the first SLY BANG launch airs on Mitch Corber's Poetry Thin Air television show featuring readings by Annie Finch and Thaddeus Rutkowski and emcee Ron Kolm. Catch the show on Manhattan Neighborhood Network at 8:30 pm or on BRIC Brooklyn Cable Access at 11:00 pm.

THE POWER THAT INTENDS TO STAY

So, this is how the dictatorship comes, with basketball games and favorite cop shows. By attrition, a law at a time. Information is hidden and propaganda blares; the whistleblowers are quietly arrested, and the lies, simple, big, repeated often, stare. The power that intends to stay forever flaunts custom and rule, riles up lumpenproletarian crowds, loud, louder, accusing opponents of what they term you. A germ warfare of words ensues. Gorka is hired by Sinclair; fascism is doled out with Dole pineapples, McCafe frappes. A public eats the words and naps.

SLY BANG LAUNCH VIDEOS

If you missed the first Sly Bang launch, no worries! Here are the videos for the event.
SLY BANG LAUNCH PART 1 features Thaddeus Rutkowski, Annie Finch, and host Ron Kolm and will air on the television show Poetry Thin Air on Manhattan and Brooklyn Cable Access April 10, 8:30 pm.
SLY BANG LAUNCH PART 2 features Don Yorty, Ron Kolm, and my reading from Sly Bang and will air on Poetry Thin Air  on April 17, 8:30 pm.
Thanks to everyone who turned out for this great read! Save the date for From Russia with Love: A SLY BANG Book Party May 13!

DEATH AT SEA

In memoriam my husband, Steven Charles Werner (May 3, 1955 - March 26, 1985)The heart, someone wrote once,
Couldn’t walk a straight line,
Couldn’t pass the drunk test if it tried.Some men play the odds; their heads count cards
But their hearts bet inside straights.
They can’t bluff, ever,
Show their hand, most times,
And always give the pot away.Steven died at sea
Holding the dead man’s hand, aces up.
A poker-faced corpse surfaces on the water:
I see
The orange safety vest
Inflated around his neck
Mocking God and me
Now, now, now, now, now ---
Too late.I held his wake in Vegas,
Sat Shiva in casinos
Where there were no windows, no daytime, no peace.
I put him in a casket,
A greedy one-armed bandit
It still asks me for coins
For its insatiable slot.I hate the beach
The deadsea beach
The sunblocked snorkeled oily beach
The scuba lungs
The deadgrass skirts
The blind bikinied sunglass beachI hate the sea
The soulless sea
The sentient, malevolent swampy sea
It don’t care if you live
It won’t cry if you die
It boasts like Yaweh
It spits in your eye
The sea
The stupid sea.But I love the albatross
That took Steven’s soul,
And I love the lighthouse and the shore,
And I love all sailors, both sober and drunk,
That won’t kill a bird no matter what,
And I love the salt and I love the storm,
And I loved Steven, beyond most doubt,And if I knew then
What I know now
Could I have walked on water
And pulled him out?

EXORCISM (FOUND POEM)

Adapted from “Group Dynamics,” People of the Lie─The Hope for Healing Human Evil by M. Scott Peck.I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy groundConsecration: On the morning of March 16, 1968
Elements of Task Force Barker
Charlie Company Task Force Barker
Moved into a small group of hamlets
In the Quang Ngai province of South Vietnam
Collectively known as My LaiIt was a routine mission
To search and destroy
A typical mission
To search and destroyThe soldiers were poorly trained and hastily assembled
They were tired, poorly trained, and hastily assembled
They had sustained casualties from booby traps and mines
They had not engaged the enemy but sustained casualties
Had had no military success for over a month
The soldiers were poorly trainedThe soldiers were probably not aware of the Geneva Convention
Which states it is a war crime to kill a civilian
A punishable crime to kill a civilian
To kill a soldier or enemy who has surrendered
Who is wounded and has laid down his arms
To kill a non-combatantThey were probably not aware of the Law of Land Warfare
In the Army Field Manual, the U.S. Army Field Manual
Which specifies that orders in violation of the Geneva Convention
Any order in violation of the Geneva Convention
Is illegal and not to be obeyedThe soldiers were poorly trainedThe written orders were ambiguous
The My Lai orders were ambiguous
Just waste the place, a Louie said
A Louie might have saidThough essentially all elements of Task Force Barker
Were involved in some way in the My Lai operation
The primary element of ground troop involved
Was C Company 1st Battalion of the 20th infantry
Of the 11th Light Infantry BrigadeWhen Charlie Company moved into the hamlets of My Lai
They found no combatants not a single combatant
Only old men and children, unarmed women, men, and children
All civilian and unarmedThe troops of C Company killed five to six hundred
The troops of C Company killed five to six hundred
The troops of C Company killed five to six hundred
Civilians on that dayThe killings took a long timeThe people were killed in a variety of ways
In some instances troops would simply stand at a hut
And spray it with fire or throw hand grenades
In other instances villagers including small children
Were shot as they attempted to escapeThe killings took a long timeThe most largescale killings occurred at My Lai 4
There the first platoon of Charlie Company
Commanded by Lieutenant Calley
Herded villagers into groups of twenty or more
Who were then shot down by rifle fire
Machine guns and hand grenadesThe killings took a long timeThe number of soldiers can only be estimated
Perhaps only fifty actually killed the civilians
Perhaps just two hundred watched them shoot the civilians
Only just some two hundred directly witnessed the killings
By the end of the massacre approximately 500
Knew of operation My LaiNone of them reported the crimesA helicopter pilot in flyby to the mission
A warrant officer in air support in flyby to the mission
Could see from the air what was happening in the hamlets
He landed, tried to talk to the troops on the ground
Then went airborne and radioed headquarters from his copter
Told his superior officers what he saw at My Lai
They did not seem concernedThe soldiers were poorly trainedLieutenant Calley was convicted
For his crimes at My Lai 4
But not his Captain Medina
His superior officer
Not Lieutenant Colonel Barker
Who Commanded Task Force Barker
Nor Lieutenant Barker’s com
Who said,
Boys let’s bring that coonskin home…In Iowa in ’66 a boy gets into trouble
Sells some pot and gets himself caught
And he gets himself in trouble
And the judge says join the Army
Or you’re going to do some hard time
The boy signs up for NamI stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground
I stand on holy ground.

POETIC KISS OF DEATH (humor)

If you have ever suffered through a bad poetry reading, you will no doubt be familiar with these 8 tell-tale signs of literary mildew.1. "I wrote this poem this morning . . . ." —Translation: The poem is long, unedited, repetitious, and was written while the poet was hung over from last night's Headshrinker Bar's open mike.2. "This poem is about betrayal and lost love." —Translation: "I caught my boyfriend and best friend doing it last night and I will not be afraid to cry a lot during this reading."3. "Brothers and sisters, the man says . . ." —Translation: This will be a rambling poem of political outrage, although it will never be clear (a) what the issue being discussed is; (b) who the man is.4. "This poem appeared in . . . " —Translation: Beware! The poet is about to read you her entire literary bio, starting (but showing no signs of ending) with her publication in the Eastern Secaucus-Meadowlands Stadium and Refreshment Stand Review at age fourteen.5. "For your information, the muse of poetry is . . . " —Translation: The poet has over $100,000 in student loans, and is lacing his poem with references to prove that his MFA was worth it.6. "It's language poetry. Just let it wash over you." —Translation: The poet couldn't write a poem with meter or meaning to save her life.7. "I love the pluralism of voices supported by the open mike." —Translation: Poet couldn't get a feature at a decent venue.And last but not least:
8. "I have my new full-length book and handmade chapbooks for sale . . . "—Translation: You are about to be shook down for $25 for 40 typo-ridden pages of poetry. Leave the venue before the poet leaves the stage.

My poem TERMS OF ALLEGIANCE in MATTER

TERMS OF ALLEGIANCE(poem inspired by work as a “namer” for advertising)My product needs you. Watch the silver surfaces, the waving waters, wonder why the woman is humiliating the man—hold that anxious thought. We have you now; pledge unconsciousallegiance to us. The words reverberate: aim, aptitude, authority; you are not sure you can measure up. Hold that feeling of self-doubt:  we will bring authenticity, balance, direction, a compass for your life. Now, buy Boson (never mind what it means, it is a solution).We are anodyne, access to numbness and a world without doubt; we are the antidote.  BuyAllele (the sound alone is uplifting, lulling). Buy Asana (our sharp penetrating products are asbeneficial as yoga). Watch: we offer you a bright shore, an ascendant future, halcyon nights, achampion for your battles, a compass in the fog, clarity, concord, electric force.In your indecisive world, you are on the cusp of a decision: leap! To buy is action, affirmation, connection; the diagram of your life is finally here! We are your doctrine and domain, youremergent path to an elemental, firsthand, and entire existence.  We are your focus, your formula,your fulcrum. The world is frightening and ridden with woes; you are daily subject to death bya thousand cuts. We are your lightship, your sure haven, your journey’s landing, your way through the matrix’s maze, your locus, your hope.STOP: Your problems, which are legion, cannot be solved outside of the mercantile world. Wecontrol the immaterial and will share its aura if you buy. Without us, you are a zygote, small and unformed, without viability, validity, or worth. We are the membrane through which you mustpass.  Listen: you have problems you have never dreamed of which we alone can resolve. BuySynergy, buy Thoughtfulness, buy it all and survive.  Watch the silver surfaces, the waving water, the woman humiliating the man, and buy.
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Larissa Shmailo is a poet, novelist, translator, editor, and critic. Her new novel is Sly Bang; her first novel is PatientWomen. Her poetry collections are Medusa’s Country, #specialcharacters , In Paran ,  A Cure for Suicide, and Fib Sequence . Her poetry albums are The No-Net World and Exorcism, for which she won the New Century Best Spoken Word Album award. Shmailo is the original English-language translator of the first Futurist opera Victory over the Sunby Alexei Kruchenych, performed at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and theaters and universities worldwide. Shmailo also edited the online anthology Twenty-first Century Russian Poetry. Please see more about Larissa at her website  www.larissashmailo.com

PRAISE FOR LARISSA SHMAILO’S SLY BANG!

If you are looking for something to get out of your ordinary line of thinking, Larissa Shmailo’s Sly Bang ought to do the trick. The book is a psychological sci-fi filled with nonsensical gadgets, absurd dialogue, and all-out madness, a battle royale of good against evil, of womanhood against male perversion that follows William Burroughs’s Naked Lunch in reverse, if we consider the gender roles of the protagonists. Lovers of Nikolai Gogol’s Madman’s Diary and Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot and Franz Kafka’s stories will also enjoy this book, as opposed to religious and concrete minds who by all means should stay away from a book like this.—Darryl WawaGenerously infused throughout with humor, ebullient psychosexualism, and quasi-hypothetical political scenarios, this manic mind-trip, where alternate realities collide full-force culminating in orgasmic fits and fantastical flurries, Sly Bang is a bit like eating chocolate cake on a roller coaster. Crazy. Delicious. Chaos.
—K.R. CopelandSly Bang is a whirlwind. And if you are looking for a sedate involvement with linear literature, Sly Bang is not for you. This is the shock of the new in a whirlpool of the past. Just open the book and hang on. This is visceral energy in words. . . In Sly Bang, Larissa Shmailo’s technical skills pop on every page. She is in control of this insanity from the start, and to prove it she floods us with new icons created one after another like stamped plastic ducks. She creates an assembly line of literary riches.
—RW SpryszakLarissa Shmailo's sci fi thriller Sly Bang is a twisted and compelling thrill ride of a novel that not only transcends the form of that literary genre— it blows it up. It's a novel about an attempt to destroy the universe by reverse engineering the Big Bang. It deals with taboo subjects and is raunchy. funny and brutally intense. I also like that's there's a character named Brave McQ.
—Michael W McHugh aka McQAstounding! Will make you recalibrate the word “risk.”
—Maggie BalistreriAvailable on Amazon and Spuyten Duyvil at http://www.spuytenduyvil.net/sly-bang.html

"I am not your insect" in NOON Anthology

Delighted that my poem "I am not your insect" will be included in Noon: An Anthology of Short Poems (Isobar Press of Tokyo and London) edited by Philip Rowland. The text of the poem, which appears in my collection #specialcharacters (Unlikely Books 2014) follows below.I am not your insect
Your underfoot, your exterminated, your bug. My unabashedly hairy legs, whose gymnopédies twitch like a chorus for a fatal Sharon Stone, delight in ces mouvements qui déplace les lignes, in the motion, the quiver, le mort, the catch. Mother Kali, you have made me what I am: feminine, brilliant, entirely without fear. Like my mother, I watch and pray for prey – that it be there, that it give gore, that I feel it die, that there be more.

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