this issue
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note
from the editor
We are looking forward to more submissions for 2009 and welcome contemporary poetry, articles and reviews
from all parts of the world. Please follow the guidelines at the bottom of this page and don't forget
to include a short bio as well as a photo of the author.
regards
Bernard Alain
Editor
The Cartier Street Review
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new release
Duetcetera
by Ira Lightman
UK
Deutcetera is about voices taking each other
for granted, saying “etc etc” and not listening,
nevertheless turning out to duet. It contains
double- and multi-columned poems, where
each column can be read in its own right (or
left), and also read across the columns. Most
of the poems (and translations) were written
separately from each other, but happen to fi t
together. The poems play separately in diff erent
rhythms and moods yet sound with and
against each other. Ira is recording many of
them as duet-videos for his YouTube channel.
The themes of the collection range
from celebration of marriage and fatherhood,
to the contrasts in Protestant and Roman
Catholic thinking. The book ends on an extended
sequence written half in the voice of
a six-year-old boy, and half as a set of statements about what’s influencing the
language and ideas of the overall book.
“. . . both compelled eyes and ears (and mind) and sent me back to 70s’ Ashbery
and even a dip into Beowulf (Howell Chickering’s) because of that uniform divide
and bridge of a caesura—thanks, man.” —Fred D’Aguiar
“King of the Tyneside experimental language scene . . . a restless spirit, who likes
to play with defi nitions of what writing and performance can be . . . we love people
who like to experiment, and by extension then, we love Ira Lightman.”
—Ian Mcmillan
Paperback: 84 pages
Publisher: Shearsman Books (26 Nov 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1848610114
ISBN-13: 978-1848610118
Product Dimensions: 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.5 cm
To obtain a copy of this release by Ira Lightman please use the following link:
www.amazon.com
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 Editor Picks for 2008
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in the spotlight
Nabina Das
Ithaca NY
Nabina Das lives two lives, shuttling between Ithaca, NY, and Delhi, India. Her short story “Tara Goes Home” has been selected to appear in a winning collection of fiction by writers from India as well as around the world (Mirage Books). Her poetry has appeared in the “urban” poems anthology SHEHER (Frog Books), in Kritya poetry journal, Lit Up Magazine, The Toronto Quarterly and Muse India. Earlier this year, she was declared one of the winners of the 2008 Book Pitch Contest at Kala Ghoda Literary Festival in Bombay. Nabina is also a 2007 Joan Jakobson Fiction Scholar from Wesleyan Writers’ Conference, Wesleyan University, CT., and a 2007 Julio Lobo Fiction Scholar from Lesley Writers’ Conference, Lesley College, Cambridge, Mass.
Nabina was Assistant Metro Editor with The Ithaca Journal, Ithaca, NY, and has worked as a journalist and mediaperson in India for about 10 years in places as diverse as Tehelka.com, Down To Earth environmental magazine, Confederation of Indian Industries, National Foundation for India and The Sentinel newspaper. She has published several articles, commentaries and essays during her tenures. An M.A. in Linguistics from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, her other interests are theater and music.
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selected poem
in Perspective
Earlier it was mile-long street-corner speeches
Popcorns peppered with stinging remarks
Holding hands standing close behind the bustle
Listening to arguments acrid as boiling oil
Partying after elders went home to sleep
Smoking, rehearsing lines for street plays
Riding a rickety bike through the outskirts of
Towns seen on TV - now cindered, broken
Lovemaking endlessly, sleeping in, sharing
News and rumors about paramilitary in town
How they called after lonely girls, after school
Clicked their guns, exhibited silly manliness
Before the cameras and boom mikes it was nice
Every one called every one a friend, at least once
Nagaon, Baramullah, Imphal had weekend markets
Veggies, flowers, knick-knacks people loved
Before insurgency, every one got happy and drunk
Now they have closed tea-shops fearing bombs
Clothes dried in the sun before threats were heard,
No one walks or plays in those courtyards now
Newspapers quote: ‘Things seemed calmer before’
And we wonder if they’re still stunned like the dead.
by Nabina Das
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