by Theron Moore (editor). 2003. 9251 Eagle Ranch Road, NW, Apt. 2111, Albuquerque, NM 87114.
Book Review by Michael Basinski
There are some magazines that act as ports of call where poets can fist-fight, drink, whore about a little, loose all their money and swap stories, gather information, read, exchange and head out to the sea of poetry, harpoon, gun, pen cock or cunt in steaming hand and off to hide out, commit suicide or write. The welcome mat is laid out here in this St. Vitus’s Dance and I suggest any lonely, hungover or lost poet of the butcher shop or department store of living idiot people stop by for a few. Stop in weary hunted poets to take a piss, cool the dogs, rest the writing mind, forget about the prairie of humanity blowing like sand and dust about the planet and delve into poetry. Barkeep: Theron Moore (Seems he doesn’t mind noting he is Todd Moore’s son ’ so here it is written.). There is a long interview in here with poet and publisher Mark Weber ’ a much deserved thing for sure and needed (done by Todd Moore). And some intro essays and talk and conversation and poems by Alex Glidzen and I was happy to read some works by Shane Jones. Now, Shane Jones is a very interesting young poet who has the line and cadence of so much essence of small press that when old guys like me are dead he will be king. Everyone should publish Jones. And well, it is all here and towards the back is: The List of One Hundred Outlaw Poets. I wonder if you are on it? Guess you will have to buy the magazine. And if you are not on it ’ how will you get on it? Start by reading St. Vitus’s Dance. And if you are on it and not dead and even if you are dead ’ well… you will have to work to stay on it by reading St. Vitus’s Dance `cause you do hear the footsteps of the young ’ don’t you?