2011 Pew Fellow
2012 Ucross Fellow
Deviant Propulsionby CAConrad
Soft Skull Press
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(Soma)tic Midge (FAUX Press)SAMPLE POEMS HERE and HERE and HERE
(Soma)tic Poetics OUTLINE HERE
ORDER THIS BOOK HERE
order all six from series HERE
review by Al Filreis HERE
Cover photo by the amazing ZOE STRAUSS!
introductory note from (Soma)tic Midge :
I cannot stress enough how much this mechanistic world, as it becomes more and more efficient, resulting in ever increasing brutality, has required me to FIND MY BODY to FIND MY PLANET in order to find my poetry. If I am an extension of this world then I am an extension of garbage, shit, pesticides, bombed and smoldering cities, microchips, cyber, astral and biological pollution, BUT ALSO the beauty of a patch of unspoiled sand, all that croaks from the mud, talons on the cliff that take rock and silt so seriously flying over the spectacle for a closer examination is nothing short of necessary. The most idle looking pebble will suddenly match any hunger, any rage. Suddenly, and will be realized at no other speed than suddenly.
Here's an excerpt from my section in this new anthology from Soft Skull Press about the oppressive world of RETAIL!There's a homeless woman who figured out how to use our PA system, and one day we heard her for a glorious one and a half minutes all over the store at TOP VOLUME, "AAAY! YOU THINK YOU'RE SPECIAL!?" Every single person in the store looked to the ceiling as this HUGE voice shot from the speakers, "YOU'RE NOT SO SPECIAL! AAAY! MOTHERFUCKER! FUCKER! FUCKER! AAAY! YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL!? FUCKER! YOU KNOW NOTHING! FUCKER! YEAH! AAAY! FUCKER! HEY GIVE ME THAT! LEAVE ME ALONE! THAT'S MINE--" The music comes back on, everyone laughs. They laugh, but I know she knows what she’s saying, yes oh yes. The security guards have her by either arm on the escalator and she is smiling. Then I hear her laughing. She's laughing and I can hear her laughter even after she's out of sight. I like her most of all. Her name is Angela, and she's a Pisces. And I want to start a bloodless revolution with her.
CAConrad is the son of white trash asphyxiation, his childhood included selling cut flowers along the highway for his mother and helping her shoplift. For correspondence contact CAConrad13@AOL.com 
CAConrad, Laura Solomon, Dorothea Lasky, and Stan Mir on the set of Dorothea Lasky's tiny tour BATHROOM ESPISODE 
CAConrad & Dorothea Lasky, photo by Thom Donovan
photo of my WAR HAIR by Zoe Strauss
good friend Jaime Anne Earnest and CAConrad after the EOAGH Philly launch
photo credit Sina Queyras
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after reading in Baltimore, photo credit Michael Ball
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PoemTalk #13 with CAConrad, Kristen Gallagher, Jessica Lowenthal and Al Filreis on Kathleen Fraser's poem "The Cars" is HERE.
@ Kenny's Castaways! photo credit Stacy Szymaszek
Suzanne Stein & CAConrad in San Francisco
photo by Kathryn Pringle
Jen Benka and CAConrad, photo by Stacy Szymaszek
CAConrad and Jenn McCreary
Photograph of "Poets Refine Money" broadside hanging in the SPD washroom above sink, taken by San Francisco poet Clayton Banes. Broadside printed and published by Shanna Compton.
(photo by Ben Malkin)
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