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In Austin, Being A Writer, Correspondence, going for the throat, Poetry, poetry submission, Submitting on August 27, 2015 at 12:55 pm
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In poem, Poetry, Submitting on February 20, 2015 at 2:42 pm
my smile is full of pain
beneath the streetlights
waiting
for her Boxter, my fling-
we’ll ride on down below
the poverty line
open the bar and sit in the cool dark
spiking Topo Chico with cheap bourbon
unconvincing laughter in the afternoon
getting over you
Jim Trainer, love, matador, poem, Poet, Poetry, Poetry Submission, romance, youth
In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, Poetry, poetry submission, Writing on February 12, 2015 at 12:16 pm
my capes must’ve dulled-
they no longer flash
or catch the high sun
and the young señoritas
don’t know the dignity
of my final bow,
they only look on
as he enters
so foolish&young.
Does he know
that these hot afternoons
in the prime of his life
will never be as beautiful
as all the muscle
&grace that
he must put to the sword
to win their love?
And that even their love
is vain and cruel and
fleeting-
covetous only
of youth&death?
perhaps he will-
if he doesn’t die first.
Jim Trainer, Poetry, Poetry Submission, published poet, the waggle, the waggle magazine
In Being A Writer, Poetry, poetry submission, Submitting, Writing on August 6, 2014 at 2:31 pm
Dear Mr. Trainer –
Thank you so much for your submission and your kind words! I would very much like to include your poems “Celeste,” “the bane of it, still,” and “my pain has tossed me out of the alabaster rooms” in The Waggle Issue 2. If these are still available, and you are willing to have me include them, please let me know. I look forward to hearing from you!
sincerely,
Anna Lapointe
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In Being A Writer, Submitting, Writing on July 12, 2014 at 10:57 am
Dear Jim,
Thank you for submitting your poetry to Up the Staircase Quarterly.
I thought that your poem “the bane of it, still” was quite good and it
came close to acceptance, but unfortunately, it isn’t the right fit for
the next issue and I have to pass on it. I am confident you will find a
good home for that one and the others soon.
Sincerely,
Up the Staircase Quarterly
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In Uncategorized on May 21, 2013 at 12:43 pm
Jim,
I would love to include your poems “desde el escritoire con amor” and “I Feel Alright in the P.M.” in the next anthology. Congrats! I think both will make excellent additions to our book.
Attached is the agreement for you to print/sign/scan/email to me. Thanks for being a part of the next antho.
Den
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In Uncategorized on April 30, 2013 at 3:08 pm
Now this reminds me of my radio days
When I’d take the mic and leave rappers amazed
No matter how large, whether gold or platinum
I take my microphone and point the shit right at them
-Craig G, Going For The Throat
Aho.
I am featured in Apiary Magazine discussing one of my favorite poems in honor of National Poetry Month. A poem of mine is featured in the 17th Annual Poetry Ink Anthology published by the Moonstone Arts Center. Great writer Natalie Kelly is featuring My Beautiful Day, a poem of mine, on her awesome blog today. I’ve submitted three poems to WragsInk for their next Anthology and we’re almost sold out of the second pressing of Farewell to Armor. National Poetry Month has been good to me.
Aho. 30 days&nights drunk on Ale and screaming along with Randy Newman. Feeling like I could live forever. A month spent scaling the highwire nights, burning down cigarillos and fortifying myself in a temple of smoke, polishing precious jewels of rage and humming haunted hymns onto the page. I’ve still got a fucking brick of work to sort through before the Terrible Summer and I’ve got to come up with 3 poems to submit to the Philadelphia Poets Journal before days end.
I’ve manifested a life that serves the creation of Art. I’ve staked this peak and now I can see the chain. The slipshod condition of my inner Life and the mess of my heart were the price I paid. Now that it ain’t all War anymore I turn my attention inward. I look for peace within and I take the longview.
I don’t always take the time to tell you how much you mean to me. How your support of me&my work is the blood and the road, the rope and the anchor.
May you know peace. True&Lasting. And if you’re called to fight I’ve always got your back.
Go forth and rebel.
-Blair Fox
See you on the streets motherfucker.
Jim Trainer
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In Uncategorized on March 14, 2013 at 10:56 am
Neurosis-it’s what’s for breakfast. Doesn’t help that the whole town’s on vacation and the whole fucking world is on Austin’s doorstep for the 27th Annual SXSW Music&Media Conference.
The construction crews on Rio Grande haven’t missed a beat. They’ve got some clever machines, including one that sounds like some kind of mechanical pick-axe. It chisels me from dreaming, it chisels me awake. My mornings usually begin with me fantasizing about climbing onto the roof of the mansion with a rifle and taking Mr. beep-beep-beep out, and the rest of his crew too.
I’m stuck on repeat, creatively speaking, and I’m just as neurotic about a poem submitted last Friday night as I was the last time I posted.
Uncle Dave Grohl will be delivering the keynote address for this year’s SXSW, at 12noon CST. I don’t know how he could possibly hold a candle to last year’s address by the Boss. Bruce Springsteen’s Keynote Address for SXSW 2012 is one of the finest moments in the history of broadcast media. I strongly encourage you to listen to it sometime. The best thing about it? The Boss knows that all we are ever doing is standing on the shoulders of our ancestors. He never comes across as self-important or some hot shit rockstar. He talked about Son House and The Animals for christ. Other than Grohl’s work behind the kit, I’m not really impressed by the man. His work with the Queens and of course Nirvana are fine examples of hard rock drumming at its finest. The Foo Fighters on the other hand, are fratboy fare, nothing we haven’t heard again and again, repeatedly since punkrock’s incorporation. If his recent AMA on Reddit is any indication, this should at least be interesting. Bound to have more resonance&depth than his band-of-Dads’ sappy post-hardcore horseshit.
As far as SX is concerned, before day’s end I’m bound to see Freedy Johnston, The Joy Formidable and end it all with a little nightcap east side.
It’s impossible to get anything done around here with the whole town exploding and shit happening in every abandoned bus and bank lobby in Hippie Town.
And besides all that craziness I can’t get over the fact that I submitted a poem that I am not proud of to an Anthology . I guess that’s life, right Brother? Some of us shack up in the high rooms with a bottle of champagne and rue our Artists’ plight while the streets are filled with Gilligan’s Island rejects wearing wristbands and drinking from plastic cups and jamming to the Foos.
Meanwhile the rest of the world’s awash about the appointing of another kiddie feeler as the head of an ignorant, hateful and dead religion. 1.2 billion people can’t be wrong, can they?
Between trouble&the blues, how will we ever survive? See you on the streets motherfucker. Rock and Roll can never die.
We live in a post–authentic world. And today authenticity is a house of mirrors. It’s all just what you’re bringing when the lights go down. It’s your teachers, your influences, your personal history; and at the end of the day, it’s the power and purpose of your music that still matters.
-Bruce Springsteen from his 2012 SXSW Keynote Address
Going for the Throat 