Wednesday, February 14, 2007


This issue is dedicated to kari edwards (1954-2006). kari was a Guest Editor for Galatea Resurrects' Inaugural Issue. I won't -- can't -- say what's impossible for me: how kari had so engaged, affected, and shared. So I thank Ron Silliman and Mark Young for manifesting this issue's dedication to kari with their reviews of hir posthumous -- and awesome -- poetry collection, having been blue for charity, accessible for free from BlazeVox Books HERE.


While the total number of reviews for this issue is lower than the prior issue's it's still a pretty hefty example of Giving! And if you adjust for Issue 4's spike in reviews from my e-begging for reviews so that I don't lose a bet that would have made me hang out naked in the cold on University Avenue in Berkeley for a day, then you'll see that the pattern affirms a consistent rise in reviews -- a rise in interest and participation from the poetry community. Thanks to you volunteer-reviewers who've contributed to the following:

Issue 1: 27 reviews

Issue 2: 39 new reviews (one project was reviewed twice by different reviewers)

Issue 3: 49 new reviews (two projects were each reviewed twice by different reviewers)

Issue 4: 61 new reviews (one project was reviewed thrice, and three projects were each reviewed twice by different reviewers)

Issue 5: 56 (four projects were each reviewed twice)

Of these engagements, the following were generated from review copies sent to Galatea Resurrects:

Issue 1: 9 out of 27 new reviews
Issue 2: 25 out of 39 new reviews
Issue 3: 27 out of 49 new reviews
Issue 4: 41 out of 61 new reviews
Issue 5: 34 out of 56 new reviews

So I continue to encourage publishers and authors to send in review copies. Reflecting the logistical support of the internet, reviewers from around the world are paying attention. For information on submission and review copies, go check out Galatea's Purse.


Between the prior issue and this issue, on a poetry-related List, a teacher cited Galatea Resurrects as a Creative Writing resource! Yes -- indeed! Resource Galatea!

And as always, please feel free to email me or put in Comments section any errors or publisher web sites information related to the books.


In 2006, Galatea Resurrects released four issues encompassing 176 new reviews and 31 online debuts of reviews first presented in print publications. I hang out with members of the secret organization, "Oenophiles For Poetry." I'm the only poet in the group. But the others sometimes get tipsy enough for me to trap them into doing something to support poetry.

So, at one of our recent gatherings, I was able to persuade Oenophiles for Poetry to read all of Galatea Resurrects' 2006 reviews. From their reading, Oenophiles for Poetry chose their favorite read, and we now are pleased to announce that Galatea Resurrects' 2006 CALENDAR AWARD goes to

Mr. Sandy McIntosh

for his review, viz a memoir, of LIVING IS WHAT I WANTED by David Ignatow as well as SELECTED SHORTER POEMS and THE TABLETS, both by Armand Schwerner.

If you did a review in 2006, don't get insulted yours wasn't picked. This isn’t a “best of reviews” contest; full disclosure requires me to say the judges were deep in their goblets when they picked the recipient of this CALENDAR AWARD.

The CALENDAR AWARD comes with two prizes. The first is a $20 gift certificate good towards the purchase of a poetry book. I hope that future years' awards will be worth more, but that's all that the total came to from the loose change that I managed to steal this year from the winos' pant pockets and cocktail purses which don't ever carry anything but lipstick (why is that, oeno-ladies?). Still, $20 should at least cover the purchase of one poetry book and that is a good thing, No? I mean, Yah?

The award is so named because the second prize is ... [insert drum roll] a Calendar. This, of course, is special because it is a 2007 Dutch Henry Winery calendar (y'all know I'm Dutch Henry's Poet Lariat, right?) and when you turn to the March page, you will see the same drop-dead gorgeous photo of Achilles and Gabriela that was featured in Issue 3. So, isn't that spe-cial?!


Now, speaking of that famous photo of Achilles and Gabriela:

Those who know me know that Moi's flagpole, as a poet, is empty. But Galatea is flexible enough to allow nations to visit, if it means that she can also raise the Dawg's Flag:

Because they guard my poetry so well, I'll do anything for Achilles and Gabriela who love to see their photos interrupt air:

I really can't believe I allowed flagpoles on the property, but as you readers know, I indulge my dogs -- rather, I indulge myself indulging my dogs. Woof.

With much Love, Fur and Poetry,

Eileen Tabios
St. Helena, CA
February 14, 2007


At 2:42 AM, Anonymous J.O. LeClerc said...

Where' R.P. Blackmur when you need him?

First off, "Sandy McIntosh" sounds like a guy who should win the British Open - not the coveted 2006 Calendar award. I'm goddam jealous. But, hell, hail to thee Bonny Sandtrap. You done good laddie. Just don't let the cadet make off with your balls.

Cherishingly Yours,
J.O. LeClerc - Doktor of Cairopracticepracticepractice

At 12:39 PM, Blogger EILEEN said...

LeClerc dear--
You angling for an extra condom? One of Tom Beckett's Unprotected Texts Condom-bookmark, that is? Fine, I'll send you another.

Golf is interesting -- never thought I'd say that. For years, I used to think it a very boring game. I never could see what the big deal was. Then I visited Mexico last November and the hotel had a golf-course described as world-class.

What poetry taught me: attempt anything once (that's why I'm in bad shape, but that's another story). So since I was there, I decided to figure out for myself what the heck the big deal is with golf. So I took a golf lesson and then played a game with my life-long golf-playing (though ineptly so) husband.

Well dang if I'll be damned. I GET IT!

I can't explain it -- golf being like poetry that way: unexplainable.

But I totally get why people enjoy golf! Afterwards, I even bought myself an ugly pastel golf shirt. Not too long afterwards, back in San FRancisco, I found myself in a snooty dinner party (where I often, to my dismay, find myself) and ended up engaging in golf talk with someone else as if I knew what I was talking about!

See, another lesson -- don't diss what you don't know. Now that I know golf, I don't diss it.

Did I tell you the hubby whacked off a couple of coconuts from some palm trees fringing the golf course while the Mexican Riviera glimmered?

Anyway: Golf Poetics -- I can talk the walk, hon.

LeClerc -- perhaps I'll see you in Cairo!


At 2:48 AM, Anonymous J.O. LeClerc said...

Say Eileen (Eileen) -

OK - so hubby whacked off his coconuts in a glimmering context. I should be so lucky. Lesslucky but plucky (I'll skip further rhyme opportunities with the ending "ucky"), I'll have to make do with the consolations of ART (hey - Art is ripped. He finished third in the Mr. Mexican Riviera Body Building competition). Herewith and coming right up is my sports poem (not water sports) "El Tigre"

El Tigre (for Tiger Woods)

Put away your putters
Cast off and toss your irons.
Though your drivers be of Titanium made,
Tiger's orange shall make you
Bitter Marmalade.
Shall put you in the tall grass shade.
Shall make you wish you'd never, ever played.

El Tigre's on the prowl.

Tell of Colin Montgomerie's near misses,
The White Shark's grim, grand slam disasters.
Yeah, Phil Mickelson blew the U.S. Open,
But there's one true Master of the Masters

El Tigre's on the prowl

Speak of Earl Wood's army service.
Speak of Mama Dignity - Lemon grass ginger Thai.
Speak of Swedish blonde-maned beauty,
and a tender, loving wife.
Man, you best be ready
when Tiger looks you in the eye.

Yeah. El Tigre's on the prowl.


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