tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80922211562286522942009-10-16T18:54:05.608-07:00Besides an inveterate love of language which makes you write "her malachite decolletage," whatever else you need to be a good poet is here. It could be sounds. Come right in; don't step gently then - Bernadette MayerAuthornoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092221156228652294.post-44422497120310265432007-11-26T13:22:00.000-08:002007-11-26T13:44:15.399-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/R0s5xSQ_erI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hTSIcqjIYlY/s1600-h/SAkhtar001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/R0s5xSQ_erI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hTSIcqjIYlY/s320/SAkhtar001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137263318825663154" /></a><br />Well, all...The Grimoire of Grimalkin has officially hit the airwaves..It is available on the SALT website and Amazon in the U.k, U.S.A and Europe.It's a strange experience being "available on Amazon". It will be in bookstores in the U.K. around Christmas. In Australia, it can be bought on: http://www.inbooks.com.au/index.shtml<br /><br />Thank you to all who have immediately gone out and gotten their copy. It is very heartening. <br /><br />Thank you. And thank you for all the wonderful words. <br /><br /><br />Viva La Langue!<br /><br />Sascha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092221156228652294-4442249712031026543?l=saschaakhtarpoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Authornoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092221156228652294.post-54742429158317079122007-11-11T20:17:00.000-08:002007-11-11T20:22:32.153-08:00i feel a bit buzzy now, as I was told this eve that the "stock" would be arriving tommorrow, and the baby book all grown up is making it's debut. Fare thee Well, Grimoire. I have known you for some time now, you have lived in my head and in my bed. <br /><br />It can be ordered on the SALT website see there there there there ------------->>><br /><br /><strong>The Grimoire of Grimalkin is available </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Peel it like a tangerine, pit it like a peach, wrap it around you like chenille...but have it, just have it...</strong><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092221156228652294-5474242915831707912?l=saschaakhtarpoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Authornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092221156228652294.post-80258252826263502542007-11-09T13:15:00.000-08:002007-11-09T13:16:00.511-08:00<a href="http://technorati.com/claim/54yhwhrb3u" rel="me">Technorati Profile</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092221156228652294-8025825282626350254?l=saschaakhtarpoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Authornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092221156228652294.post-89529349042098899802007-10-29T10:36:00.000-07:002007-11-11T20:14:59.284-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/RyYmMZpyeiI/AAAAAAAAACE/G0R-z0X8KEU/s1600-h/for+chris3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126827220294335010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/RyYmMZpyeiI/AAAAAAAAACE/G0R-z0X8KEU/s320/for+chris3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>sometimes writing can be like talking to yourself...<br /></div><div></div><br /><div>The thing about being an artist is this constant self-promotion..it can make one a bit nuts I have to admit. I think i'm going to have to start an Artist's Self-Promotion Support Unit...it's like being surrounded by a hall of mirrors..you see yourself, you hear yourself...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092221156228652294-8952934904209889980?l=saschaakhtarpoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Authornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092221156228652294.post-29491719180537693302007-10-24T14:41:00.001-07:002007-11-11T20:23:10.397-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/Rx_Gfmz6ivI/AAAAAAAAABg/x2B4FP7gj0A/s1600-h/SaschaAkhtar10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125033147267451634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpP-9NCFOm0/Rx_Gfmz6ivI/AAAAAAAAABg/x2B4FP7gj0A/s400/SaschaAkhtar10.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Besides an inveterate love of language which makes you write "her malachite decolletage," whatever else you need to be a good poet is here. It could be sounds. Come right in; don't step gently then</span> - Bernadette Mayer<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This photograph was taken by Kohi in Pakistan in 2007. It was inspired by an image of Marlene Dietrich in a white suit on a staircase.</span><strong> </strong><br /><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong></strong> </p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092221156228652294-2949171918053769330?l=saschaakhtarpoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Authornoreply@blogger.com0