Three Rooms Press
Three Rooms Press is a fierce New York-based independent publisher inspired by dada, punk and passion. Founded in 1993, it serves as a leading independent publisher of cut-the-edge creative, including fiction, memoir, poetry translations, drama and art.
Happy New Years from Three Rooms Press!
2007 has been a busy year at Three Rooms Press. At the beginning of this year we pledged that this year we would Flourish! and Grow! And indeed we did both here, in many ways.
A Powerhouse Year in Poetry Publishing
During 2007, Three Rooms Press published four new poetry books, including Slow Dance and 120 Beats A Minute and Punk Rock Journal by Kathi Georges, to[o] long by Jackie Sheeler, and most recently, Splitting Hairs by The Bass Player from Hand Job. We also reprinted several classics from our catalog, including The I Can't-o Cantos, Nightclub Confidential, Sheer Bardom, Drive by Brooding and The Bar Essentials, all by Peter Carlaftes.
Plans for next year include launching a journal of experimental poetry and fiction, along with a weekly one-page poetry magazine called One Sheet. If you're interested in assisting with either of these, please get in touch immediately!
Readings and Performances Galore
A big highlight of this year was a surge of readings and performances by Three Rooms Press associates. Pictured left, is TRP creative Kathi Georges with former U.S. poet laureate Mark Strand, who did an amazing reading at the Son of a Pony series at Cornelia Street Cafe on November 16. Many other performances and readings made the year shine. In addition to the daily miracle, some of the numerous highlights included:
Tone Poem, organized by the incredible Susan Scutti, with featured readers including Felice Belle, Peter Carlaftes, Erich Christiansen, Kathi Georges, John S. Hall and Clare Ultimo at Bowery Poetry Club, on May 20th.
The Incredible 2-Book Release Party, featuring the launch of Punk Rock Journal and to[o] long with readings by Karen Hildebrand, The Bass Player from Hand Job, Gary Glazner, Peter Carlaftes, Jackie Sheeler and Kathi Georges at Bowery Poetry Club, July 30th
Dueling Karaoke, featuring the Dynamic Duellette Peter Carlaftes and Kathi Georges, at Bowery Poetry Club, August 25th
Lenny Bruce: Dead and Well, performed by Peter Carlaftes at Cornelia Street Cafe, November 7th
Son of A Pony at Cornelia Street Cafe, now regularly including hosting by Kathi Georges with featured readers including Peter Carlaftes, Karen Hildebrand, Gary Glazner, Richard Loranger and Mark Strand
Not Beautiful Enough: Women on Violence, a spine-tingling poetic ensemble play written and performed by Magdalena Alagna, Kathi Georges, Jackie Sheeler, Phyllis Talley, performed at The Living Theater, November 26th.
In between publishing and performing, we also found time to sneak off to Kythera and Paris, and work on new material for next year! This year, we're starting off with an intensive workshop in Cape May, New Jersey. But first: January 4th is the Bukowski Tribute at Cornelia Street with videos, book giveaways and a chance to share your favorite Bukowski poetry.
So Happy New Year and look forward to 2008!
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Juicy Burgers
With the rels in town, the TRP staff had the perfect excuse to head to midtown for a lunch time get together at our favorite hamburger tavern, P.J. Clarke's, at E. 55th St. and 3rd Ave. Every once in a while one or the other of us wakes up from a dream about P.J. Clarke's burgers, and in a world where everything seems to change for the worse, it's hard to believe that the dream could possibly be a reality. Yet, everytime we go there, the folks at P.J.'s prove again that they continue to produce the most consistent, beautiful, tasty burger known to humankind.
The only problem is that a popular joint like P.J. Clarke's is mobbed during the week between Christmas and New Year's, so if you're suddenly inspired to go--wait a few days.
Also, for non-beef eaters, P.J.C.'s serves an awesome fish and chips, which is definitely big enough for two normal appetites, or one hungry diner. Size-wise, all those burger eaters at your table will be jealous until they take their first bite...
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Labels: best in the world, fish and chips, hamburgers, P.J. Clarke's
Listening to Christmas music on the radio
Never turn on the radio these days, it seems. But here it is, Christmas Eve and it's on. Good old solid Commercial radio playing the top 100 Christmas pop classics. CBS-FM. But it's kind of nice, in a nostalgic way. There was a lot of community that built up around radio music. I don't feel the same way about You Tube. Funny what happens when your choices are limited.
Christmas Eve in New York always feels a little lonely. You can tell on the streets: people are desperate, more foul moods, bad tempers and skells than any other time of the year. All day long. It ended with someone puking on the stairs in front of the house.
Dad's dying this year. Makes it tougher. You notice more, perhaps, or notice more of the negative stuff. If only it were snowing.
Well, time to stay indoors until the real madness breaks loose tomorrow. But between the waves of craziness are moments--just like any other time of year--where there's a chance for magic.
Beckett Shorts with Mikhail Barishnikov
The New York Theatre Workshop production of Beckett Shorts sounded like it was to good to be true. I mean, how many times do you get a 5-time Obie award winning director (JoAnee Akalaitis) paired with the one-and-only Mikhail Barishnikov performing the work of the greatest playwright of the 20th century? One of the great things about New York is finding out about this production by walking down the street one afternoon, seeing a little sandwich board ad for this phenomenal event outside the theater, strolling into the lobby and buying tickets for four great seats for the first show after opening night.
Which meant the reviews were out that morning. After lavishing praise onto Pinter's "The Homecoming" three days earlier, the same three top NYC reviewers shook their collective heads and gave an overall thumbs down to the Beckett pieces. I'm not sure why. To me they were extraordinarily performed and conceived.
From the moment you enter the theater, you're swept away into another world. A world where shapes of light shift and shake on a full stage scrim behind which, you can make out the silhouette of a low-slung desert sand dune landscape. As the scrim rises the landscape lights up to an even more bleak desert visage onto which Barishnikov is suddenly thrown in Act Without Words I. He wanders, stunned and confused. An exit appears in a side wall. From off stage, a whistle: like a dog owner calling their pet pooch. He stumbles to the exit gets part way through it, and is thrust back into the desert. A series of learned responses follows as different objects appear, each accompanied by the same whistle: that a palm tree offers shade; a pair of scissors can cut fingernails; blocks can be used to sit on; put together they can provide access to a just-out-of-reach pitcher of water. Almost.
The force that brought us to this earth offers no guarantees about being able to maintain our happiness. All we are ultimately left with is ourselves--in the world of Beckett, everything else--even nourishment--is illusion. We live, we die, and in-between, we delude ourselves. Only a playwright of Beckett's stature could find the humor in this. And with Akalitis direction of Misha, the clear point comes across that a man, no: this man, is only able to maintain some degree of his own humanity by refusing to listen to the encouraging whistles of any exterior source, be it for food, comfort, or even a means of ending life itself.
Between each short work, the scrim lowered and images from the previous drama played across it to the accompanying Glass soundtrack, reflecting the resonating images that were playing in my brain. Or were they focusing the scope of such images?Restraining them, perhaps? Hard to say, because, without much delay the scrim opened on new desert landscape, onto which two body-like shapes appeared like corpses under shrouds. Were they dead? No, it turns out. A giant metal arrow-like form slowly inches in from the left side, proding the first lump it reaches into action. And what action! A little stretching, a little toothbrushing, a little eating, then a look around to try to figure out how to make the cause of action happen to someone else next time. As in the first piece, it was hard to take your eyes off Barishnikov as he provided the physical dialog of a man willing to endure suffering in his life if out of nothing more than habit and the sometimes comical instinct to survive.
The next short brought actual dialog into the mix--or rather, it brought the dark poetic musing of Beckett's mind into speech, and allowed the incredible Barishnikov to speak, as an itinerent blind violin player talking to an occsionally mad, wheelchair bound Bill Camp. Like two clowns, the pair illustrated the idea that, given complete free will, few will accept or even seek out beauty or peace, for the sole reason that it is more effort than it's worth, and that to endure the tyranny of day-to-day routine is preferable, because it is predictable.
Beckett's "Eh, Joe," the only piece Beckett ever wrote specifically for televion, closed the evening with an incredible four-dimensional staging that brought to the forefront the power of live theater. Barishnikov, seated on a bed in a squalid room with the voice of the woman he drove to suicide. This time, the dialog was pure poetry, and different from anything I've ever imagined could be on television. The sexual imagery was shrouded like death is in life: hidden, yet present; structuring every move. While I agree with reviewers that the physical onstage presence of the woman--Karen Kandel--was unnecessary (Beckett's script calls for a voice only), her acting, with an economy of movement, was mesmerizing.
The front scrim stayed down during this piece, and every movement of Barishnikov's face was enlarged and projected on it. Or was it a live projection? Audience members I spoke to afterwards were all certain it was a "live" projection, I swear, I saw a few minor differences between the projected images and the man on stage, which made the experience that much more stunning. Also images projected on the rear walls, which at first glance appeared to be the same as the extreme enlargement on the front scrim, at times, they were a little different as well.
The question arose: What is reality? The voice in your head? the image you project to other people? the reflection you see of yourself in a mirror? No, the only reality is the actual person sitting there, breathing, living on the bed. Everything else is illusion. That is why the presence of the woman took away from what was otherwise an extraordinary piece. Because she was present, and speaking, her voice itself had to be defined as reality as well, and the idea of the solitary experience of life was somewhat blurred.
Still, when this last piece built to its climax, and the lights went out, I couldn't leave my seat for a long while. It was a rare and extraordinarily moving theatrical experience that I only wish was possible on the stages of New York more often.
Labels: Act Without Words 2, Act Without Words I, Barishnikov, Beckett, Eh, Joe?, Mikhail, Samuel, Shorts
Bukowski Tribute Friday, January 4th at Cornelia Street
For the first Son of a Pony reading of 2008 at Cornelia Street Cafe, we're going to do something a little different and have a tribute reading to Charles Bukowski, in addition to the open reading. In case you don't know him, poet Charles Bukowski was truly one of the few and far between: a champion of the outsider, the lost and lonely, the outcasts from society. His work resonates well in the post-holiday drip that we feel each year, especially since his passing in 1994.
At this special tribute reading, you are welcome to bring your favorite Bukowski poem, or read an original poem that was inspired by Bukowski. We'll be showing videos of Bukowski, giving away books and other prizes. So please be sure to come on down and join TRP poet and Son of a Pony Host with the two-toned pencil, Kathi Georges.
What: Charles Bukowski Tribute Reading
Where: Cornelia Street Cafe (29 Cornelia Street, between West 4th and Bleecker)
When: Friday, January 4th, 6-8 pm (sign up for open reading starting at 5:45)
Admission: $7, includes free house drink
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Labels: Charles Bukowski, Cornelia St. Cafe, Kathi Georges, Son of Pony Reading Series
Truly Alien Beings
Just when you thought it was safe to go shopping: we spotted these creatures down at Rockefeller Center and thought we better warn you. Though they were friendly enough, with aliens like these, you just never know...
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See The Homecoming at The Cort Theater
Harold Pinter's masterful work, "The Homecoming" just opened at The Cort Theater, and it is definitely a not to be missed event. With strong performances throughout, the dark humor of the 1967 play shines link onyx, and all the beauty its horror unfolds right there before your eyes.
I've read the play 100 times, seen the 1973 filmed version with Paul Rodgers, Vivian Merchant, Ian Holm 25 times, and directed a solo version of it at San Francisco's sorely-missed Marilyn Monroe Memorial Theater. Yet seeing this version was fresh, exciting and a real treat.
Even brought along a couple of Pinter neophytes, to balance my extremely-biased favorable opinion of it. At intermission, one friend leaned over, puzzled, and asked, "This is really your favorite play?" By the end of Act 2, when all hell had broken loose, and all preconceived expectations were eclipsed, she was extremely moved herself, and kept thinking about the play for (so far) days.
Read the review. Buy tickets. Go. It's just that simple. It's the most positive, glowing review Ben Brantley has written for a while, and it's well deserved, for a stunning 40 year old.
New York Times Homecoming Review
Labels: Harold Pinter, Homecoming, Marilyn Monroe Memorial Theater, Paul Rodgers, San Francisco, Vivian Merchant
This Friday: The Bass Player from Hand Job
The Bass Player from Hand Job is the punk poet incarnation of a well-known New York musical figure. He lives in the shadows observing and watching, storing and processing, crunching numbers and making calculations. Grinding it all out into a poetry so unique, you'll rework your definition of the genre. At this special reading on Pearl Harbor Day, TBFHJ will be featuring material from his new book, Splitting Hairs (Three Rooms Press).
Joining him at C-Street will be hostess Kathi Georges, whose unbridled enthusiasm for the exciting world of live poetry has no boundaries and no equal!
What: Son of Pony Poetry Reading at Cornelia Street, featuring poet The Bass Player from Hand Job. PLUS NYCs greatest open reading series, which warmly welcomes YOU (limited space, sign up early!)
When: Friday, December 7, 2007
6:00 to 8:00 p.m. (doors open 5:45)
Cost: $7 (includes a glass of wine or a beer)
Where: Cornelia Street Cafe
28 Cornelia Street (between W. 4th St. and Bleecker, just off 7th Ave.)
ADDITIONAL FAQs ABOUT THE DEC. 7 READING
Can I read in the open reading?
Yes you can! All you do is arrive early, and put your name on the list. You are allowed to read up to 2 short poems (3 minutes maximum). The number of people allowed to read is limited, so if you really want to read be sure to arrive before 6. Doors open at 5:45 pm).
What if I don't want to read?
While we encourage people to read at Son of Pony, we also encourage lots of people to just come enjoy the show. The variety is truly amazing! The place has launched the careers of such famed poets and musicians as Suzanne Vega, Poez, Eve Ensler and more. Something about hearing the work read at Cornelia Street gets you charged up and excited about life. Plus you never know who will show up. I had a dream that David Byrne read there. Was this a premonition???
Do they have food?
Do they ever! The food at Cornelia Street is fantastic. Check out the menu in advance if you like!
December 7: On this day in history
0043 -BC- Marcus Tullius Cicero, Roman writer, gets his head & right hand chopped off by Mark Antony's soldiers
0185 Emperor Lo-Yang, China sees supernova
1917 US becomes 13th country to declare war on Austria during World War I
1941 Japanese attack Pearl Harbor (a date that will live in infamy)
1994 Radio personality Howard Stern talks a man out of attempting suicide
2007 Bass Player from Hand Job reads at Cornelia Street Cafe
BE THERE!
Philip Schultz: New Poems "Failure" is anything but
Philip Schultz, founder of the estimable Writers Studio, launched his new book, "Failure" last night to a packed house of students, fans and poetry admirers. The response was expected: after all this was an audience of believers in Schultz, whose tireless work as a promoter and teacher of the craft of poetry has earned him a well-deserved reputation as one who practices what he preaches. Yet, the work in "Failure" is so touching, moving and harmonious, that Schultz probably could have read to a group of geese and held them spellbound. His poetry packs magic with every line, and "Failure" is highly recommended. Here's a brief excerpt from the title poem:
To pay for my father's funeral
I borrowed money from people
he already owed money to.
One called him a nobody.
No, I said, he was a failure.
You can't remember
a nobody's name, that's why
they're called nobodies.
Failures are unforgettable.
An uncle, counting on his fingers
my father's business failures--
a parking lot that raised geese,
a motel that raffled honeymoons,
a bowling alley with roving mariachis--
failed to love and honor his brother,
who showed him how to whistle
under covers, steal apples
with his right or left hand. Indeed,
my father was comical.
Also on the bill was the remarkable Gerald Stern (pictured), who packs a wallop with his "biting" sense of humor and his incisive slicing off of the facade of everything he speaks or writes about. I think the word "charming" was invented to describe him! Edward Hirsch, who got his first job from Stern teaching poetry in the schools, hosted the evening. Talk about a beautiful night! Whew!
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The Obama Inheritance
15 Stories of Conspiracy Noir, edited by Gary Phillips
First-Person Singularities
Stories by Robert Silverberg; with an introduction by John Scalzi
The debut novel from William Least Heat Moon, called "an entrancing journey" by Booklist.
Punk Avenue
A thrilling memoir by Phil Marcade about the early days of the NYC punk rock scene.
The Greenfather
"A hilarious satire. . . . Even Don Corleone would laugh at this clever, funny story." —Publishers Weekly
Maintenant 10
Celebrating 100 Years of Dada, the latest edition of the annual journal of contemporary dada writing and art
BAD: The Autobiography of James Carr
A gripping, brutal tale of life in and out of prison in the 1960s, from street thug to radicalized, enlightened philosopher.
Songs of My Selfie
A stunning collection of 17 stories by and about millennials, edited by Constance Renfrow.
My Old Lady
Israel Horovitz presents his stage play and screenplay with an essay on adaptation
Champagne and Cocaine
Richard Vetere's thrilling novel about 1980 NYC street-level mafia life.
Weird Girl and What's His Name
Meagan Brothers' extraordinary LGBTQ YA Novel, steeped in X-Files fanfic and superb writing. "A classic of this generation." --Foreword Reviews
Still Night in L.A.
A gripping minimalist detective novel by famed poet and author Aram Saroyan.
On Earth and In Hell
Austrian maverick author Thomas Bernhard's first book translated for the first time ever into English by Peter Waugh
Full Moon Stages
Living Theatre founder Judith Malina offers 50 years of personal notes on the Living Theatre.
Dark City Lights: New York Stories
edited by Lawrence Block
Last Boat to Yokohama
The Life and Legacy of Beate Sirota Gordon
Maintenant 9
A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art
My Watery Self
Memoirs of a Marine Scientist by Dr. Stephen Spotte
Teatrophy: 3 More Plays
by Peter Carlaftes. "Joyfully absurd!"
Swing State
"Fournier is one of our best writers and Swing State is his finest book yet."
Hello Devilfish!
The anarchist as social monster, scoffing at bourgeois values, is supersized into a 90-ft. 'gigantor' blue stingray in this rapid-fire stomp through pop culture and Japanese monster movies.
Raising Girls In Bohemia
Meditations of an American Father, A Memoir in Essays
Malanga Chasing Vallejo
Selected Poems: César Vallejo, with New Translations and Notes by Gerard Malanga
Heaven and Other Poems
"Israel Horovitz is now one of a bare handful of playwrights, along with Tennessee Williams, Beckett, and a couple of Elizabethans, who can write first-rate poetry in English."
Sign Language: A Painter's Notebook
Few painters have the range that Paul has, and fewer still possess the economy of language combined with the rich visual textures that give his poetry the feel of a documentary.
This Is Belgian Chocolate
A vivid collage of both verse and concrete, visual poetry that takes no prisoners in its kamikaze bombardment of anti-war initiatives
The Writers Afterlife
The hilarious tale of a writer given one last chance to realize his lifelong dream—after he dies
The riveting and immersive saga of an Irish gang on the Brooklyn waterfront in the early 20th century
Have A NYC 3: New York Short Stories
Featuring Lawrence Block, Richard Vetere, Ron Kolm, J. Anthony Roman, Bonny Finberg, Joanie Hieger Zosike and more
Tales from the Eternal Cafe
stories by Janet Hamill. "A world where madams rub shoulders with mystics and visionaries with vagabonds." from the introduction by musician and National Book Award winner Patti Smith
On This Borrowed Bike
Poems by Lisa Panepinto. "A wonder introduction to a fresh new voice, bound to rattle the canon." --Patricia Smith
It Starts from the Belly and Blooms
Poems by Thomas Fucaloro. A strong dose of Bukowski, Breaking Bad and Brilliance
Have a NYC 2
NYC Short Stories by Lawrence Block, Rae Bryant, Ron Kolm, Thomas Pryor and more!
Signature Play
poems by Jane LeCroy with Music by Tom Abbs
Sharp Blue Stream
poems by David Lawton
A phenomenal collection by Hala Alyan. Winner of the 2013 Arab American Book Award for Poetry.
Mike Watt: On and Off Bass
New book by legendary punk rock bass player Mike Watt. Special Limited Edition now available.
Bukowski Tribute Friday, January 4th at Cornelia S...
EOS: Abductor of Men
EOS: Abductor of Men by George Wallace
Close to the Tree
poems by Robert Gibbons
I Fold With The Hand I Was Dealt
poems by Peter Carlaftes
Our Lady of the Hunger
Our Lady of the Hunger: poems by Kat Georges
Welcome to the Museum of Cattle
Jane Ormerod is fearless painting language with wit, intensity and total originality!
Isula d'Anima / Soul Island
A rare bilingual Corsican-English poetry collection by the sublime Patrizia Gattaceca. Modern, stunning and wondrous!
A journal of contemporary writing and art, 2012, Cover: Mina Loy
Have a NYC: New York Short Stories
Welcome to Have a NYC (Three Rooms Press, ISBN 978-0-985813-3-8, 2012, 162 pages), the first of a New York short stories series, edited by Peter Carlaftes and Kat Georges. Authors include: Claus Ankersen, Larissa Shmailo, Adam R. Burnett, Darlene Cah, David R. Lincoln, Lawrence Block, Kofi Fosu Sorson, Pedro Ponce, Ronald H. Bass, Jane Ormerod, Peter D. Marra, Puma Perl, Lisa Ferber, Keven Dupzyk and Janet Hamill.
Hidden Wheel
Hidden Wheel, Michael T. Fournier's debut novel, is an unflinching, reflection of the growing complexities of navigating art, commerce, and the internet. Its use of intersecting plotlines illustrates the confusion and potential of the early 21st century and the evolving ways in which its inhabitants try to make a mark in the specter of financial upheaval and shifting technologies.
A Journal of Contemporary Dada Literature and Art (Three Room Press, 2011, 136 pages). With work by Jerome Rothenberg, Ellyn Maybe, Mike Watt, Steve Dalachinsky, Phillip Meersman and more. Edited by Kat Georges & Peter Carlaftes.
Ism Is a Retrovirus
Ism is a Retrovirus by Matthew Hupert (Three Rooms Press) is a rock solid collection of 87 poems that examine life, lust, love, religion and politics in a word play phantasmagoria. Mondo 2000 editor R.U. Sirius raves, "Matthew Hupert had me at 'shell my pistachio eyes.'" Beat Generation and Grateful Dead historian Dennis McNally enthusiastically applauds Hupert's writing: "He sees how the words work, listens to them working, feels their meaning and spits 'em out. I love his poetry."
Inheriting Craziness is LIke a Soft Halo of Light
Thomas Fucaloro's spectacular first collection of poetry is a beautiful, raw, intense read. According to Emily Kagan Trenchard, curator of the louderARTS Project, "Thomas Fucaloro's particular gift is to harness the crazed wisdom at the bottom of the bottle, to scrape a fleck of beauty from the underside of a binge, and to call madness by a name so familiar we can't help but recognize it in ourselves." In these 57 poems, Fucaloro brings to light new angles of perception of madness, addiction and modern urban living. Each poem takes risks in form and content. As author Jon Sands notes, "To read Thomas is to literally discover each line with him. There's really nothing he won't say. He's as surprised as you are."
DRUNKYARD DOG
DrunkYard Dog by Peter Carlaftes is a collection by a new poetic master who has honed his intense, insightful and inspiring poetic voice on the playgrounds of the Bronx, and the bars of Manhattan. Tales of bartender blues and bliss, injected with hope in a mileau of madness swirl into a powerful poetic cocktail. Carlaftes offers a brilliant poetic voice, filled with drop-dead humor, searing insight and resilient originality, even while resonating with overtones of Bukowski, Baudelaire and Bogart.
TRIUMPH FOR RENT
Playwright Peter Carlaftes presents three compelling, funny and biting dramas in Triumph for Rent: Three Plays (Three Rooms Press, 182 pages, 2010). The plays include Spin-Dry: An hilarious wild ride through a 90s rehab center for celebrities; Hunger: inspired by the Knut Hamsun novel; and Frontier A-Go-Go, a time travel piece uniting the hippie 60s, nerd/rave 90s and techno future. "As with Strindberg, Beckett, or even Satre—Carlaftes' message seems to be something we intuit . . . like music." SF Weekly.
A Year On Facebook
Peter Carlaftes has built a huge FB following and kept them in stitches with his hysterical status updates. A year's worth are collected here. This will have you ROTFL for months! 184 pages, $13.95
RECREATIONAL VEHICLES ON FIRE
Jane Omerod is "A gritty and gutsy postmodern poet." Her work fascinates with its daring no-holds barred approach, where seemingly disparate images collide in unfathomable juxtapositions. 102 pages
POPPIN' JOHNNY
Wallace's book is a stunning collection of muscular poetry features more than 70 poems that roll off the tongue like new Whitman anthems. "Jack Kerouac would have loved him." 104 pages. $15
WHEN NIGHT SALUTES THE DAWN
A small, but loaded poetry collection by Joie Cook, founder of the legendary Cafe Babar series, whose fragile body belies a roaring heart. Order thru threeroomspress@mac.com
TWITTER THEATER
Award-winning playwright Larry Myers delivers a vital and funny play about networking phenomenon Twitter, that examines the profound changes technology has brought to society and theater.
PROGRESSIVE SHOTS
In the final book of his Bar Poems series, Poet Peter Carlaftes produces a rare riot, full of humor, insight and drop dead originality, while resonating with overtones of Bukowski, Budelaire and Bogart. Info: threeroomspress@mac.com
MARY ANDERSON'S ENCORE
In "Mary Anderson's Encore," award-winning international playwright Larry Myers explores the great American tragedienne, Mary Anderson, who skyrocketed to fame with her first role, and retired by age 30. Called by the New York Daily News "One of Off-Broadway's wittiest & more prolific playwrights," Myers' works have been seen in Rome, Italy at Teatro Olimpico & Scotland's Edinburgh Festival, as well as Anchorage, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Louis­ville, San Francisco & Los Angeles.
PRAISE FOR WHAT REMAINS
Angelo Verga's epic new poem roams the territory of Wall Street greed, blasts apart sacred cows of the finance community and in unparalleled beautific poetic form, dissects the clotted heart of the beast that led to the unprecedented global financial crisis. A must read for anyone losing their faith in the system.
SIT YR ASS DOWN OR YOU AIN'T GETTING NO BURGER KING
Dominique Lowell, the "Janis Joplin of Spoken Word," has come back with a powerful punch with her first book in 10 years. Be prepared to be blown away by this one.
by Susan Scutti. The East Coast has been familiar with Susan Scutti's dynamic and heartfelt work for years. Now she has collected the best of her most recent work in a stunning volume that addresses issues of aging parents, alzheimer's, memories of youth and her enduring love for New York City. At times tender, other times terse, Scutti's direct style belies a deeper complexity, while allowing for multiple levels of enjoyment. A real jewel, hot off the press.
PUNK ROCK JOURNAL
Now Availabe! Punk Rock Journal, by Kathi Georges. This hardcore collection of 21 poems explores the late 70s/early 80s L.A. punk scene, where anything was possible and everything mattered. Now available! $10. Reserve your copy today by emailing threeroomspress@mac.com
Sheer Bardom
Take one part Bukowski, one part Baudelaire, and one part raw New York energy and stir. You still won't get close to the beat of Pete, in his lively poems that uncover the beauty of the horror of death and life in the Big Apple.
Splitting Hairs
A new voice joins the Three Rooms Press roster: The Bass Player from Hand Job. His witty, incisive poems compel the reader to rethink ideas--such as "global warming"--which have been manipulated by the media to the point of redefinition. This book is for the reader who wants to get to the core of everything, with a free form that moves from rant to poetic beauty in the space of a stanza.
to[o] long
Jackie Sheeler celebrates the release of her first Three Rooms Press book, to[o] long, a hard-hitting collection of prose poems that delve into the intricacies of urban sex, love, loss and redemption. Available now!
One Foot Out the Door
One Foot Out the Door, poems by Karen Hildebrand is a stunning collection of work, that paints crisp, dagger-like images of love and beauty in this era of self-imposed disconnection from both.
Slow Dance at 120 Beats A Minute
NOW OUT! The long-awaited poetry collection by Kathi Georges. In the voice of various personae, Georges tackles the taboo in 10 poems that explore the highs and lows of the female psyche in the bizarre creature we call the "Modern World." $8. Reserve your copy now by emailing threereoomspress@mac.com
Links to other NYC poetry blogs
October Babies Poetry Mag by Libras
Get Angry With Me
Three Rooms Press Audio
The Poetry Project at St. Marks
Talk Engine MySpace
Shouted Word
NYC Poetz Blog
Poets Wear Prada
A Gathering of the Tribes
Patti Smith Fanlist