this is a space for artists & poets of all different media to present works & to express ideas, comments, scraps, notes, rants, statements on anything & in any way they please. I wanted to have a space where artists & poets from all different points of view, styles, cultures, can present & discuss, comment on, each other's works. To encounter the works of other artists & poets in a freedom of existence and exchange, and to learn a lot and have a good time, too!
The name "Nos Obras Otros"indicates the works are a shared "Other" of each artist, an Other without any limitations or labels imposed.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The first best seller of SYLVIA MARAZZINA in Italy!!!!!

Presentation of Bruno Chiarlone
The reader - Milan fabulous
Autor: Sylvia Marazzina
size: cm. 12x18 
128 pages - 12,50 euro
for info:

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Marsh Hawk Press REview,

thanks to Eileen Tabios, I am in good company! Enjoy:

Announcing the release of Marsh Hawk Press Review, Spring 2011

Issue Editor:  Eileen R. Tabios 
Marsh Hawk Review, which appears each spring
and fall, is a poetry 'zine that features a wide array of poetic styles. Poets published by Marsh Hawk Press edit the 'zine on a rotating basis, and each solicits contributions from poets affiliated and not affiliated with the press. 

Our spring issue features :

Barry Schwabsky
Rebecca Loudon
Michael Leong
Anne Gorrick
Guillermo Parra
Susan M. Schultz
Bruce Covey
Lynn Behrendt
Mark Lamoreaux
Sheila Murphy
Jon Curley
Tamiko Beyer
Paul Pines
Jean Vengua
Mark Young
Aileen Ibardaloza
Daniel Morris
Anny Ballardini

You can find the Review here or at the Marsh Hawk Press Web site, where you'll find more information about the press and our ten years of publishing.

Friday, March 4, 2011

a refusal to die

no this will not be the last.

it cannot stand–this absence–this beastly sleeping

enveloping the last stand we would dare to make against all.

a wizard spent the day once, dilly-dallinging at this and that–concocting a moment to reveal what truth's he'd derived from triangles and circles, superimposed on the shapes coming from all directions reality's made of. in feeling these inchoate things, he then learned their properties–and through learning gained mastery–to turn what he was once passive to into activity–

(the war machine, at this level, is tantamount to any explanation)

a star swallows up itself and becomes the antithesis of light–
event horizon:
where the body passing into the hole passes, but appears, nevertheless to be resting
this alone is genuine conundrum; the one thing worth pausing over...

and so it goes–the aliens in my head spell my name for me in response to ms. tingle asking me:
"AND WHAT's YOUR NAME LITTLE are not on my attendance record?"

i tell her
because the aliens told me
and we speak across a multiplicity of species
all in one
one in the all-minded self who creates all that we do and thereby are

one day, while walking dogs, i realized they know me better than many others; this alone is enough evidence to convince me–talkings all it comes down to, it's what the world's made for.

no no.

this is not over.

we've only just begun.

yours in bravery,

the scalper!