Black Sun Lit

10/22/2024

Submissions for Vestiges_07: Catachresis {emotion as an error of equivalence} are now open.

Deadline and details here: https://blacksunlit.com/2024/10/open-call-for-submissions-vestiges_07-catachresis/

10/21/2024

SO-LAIR STORM launch featuring Andrés Ajens, Erín Moure, Michelle Gil-Montero, Sonja Greckol, Rachel Blau DuPlessis & more—now available to watch from wherever you are.

Thanks to all our guests & generous attendees. Purchase the book from Asterism: https://asterismbooks.com/product/so-lair-storm-andres-ajens

Book launch online on October 1, 2024 for the first ever volume of poetry in English translation by the Chilean poet Andrés Ajens. So-Lair Storm_ (Black Sun ...

10/14/2024

I’ve walked furniture laps
around my apartment,
strangering my own artifacts,
thinking repetition will
skeleton the poems
and fill the body’s pockets.
I’ve picked up my new strangers
and thought godless, swamp thing
and thought cue the song
already coming up
through the floorboards
and thought

strangers are proof
the world goes on without us

—Emily Hunerwadel in

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

09/19/2024

The Cross

“All the world shall be taxed.” (God is without.)

“There is no outside-of-text.” (God is within.)

Taxed to the donkey-hair blanket.

Texted in the sense of being reachable but still left hanging.

*

“You know we always considered him this great outdoor dad. Hunting and fishing. Old Testament dad, he created a lot of distance. He might of had a temper but it came with the territory.”

—Kirstin Allio in

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

09/12/2024

Join Black Sun Lit for a virtual celebration of SO-LAIR STORM, with readings by author Andrés Ajens and translator Erín Moure followed by a conversation moderated by Michelle Gil-Montero, with Sonja Greckol.

Tuesday
October 1st
7 PM ET

This book launch will be hosted on Zoom. Please register at the BSL Eventbrite page or email editor [at] blacksunlit [dot] com with the subject line “RSVP” to receive a link to the event.

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/so-lair-storm-virtual-book-launch-tickets-1013932819357

08/27/2024

4.1

and now the hand gropes around to find a habitable page
clearly it is necessary to leave behind the dark mouth
do we ever know what the other side of our face looks like
nothing murmurs inside us the why of reality and
the no longer are just as formidable as the not yet
while between both the present is a last gasp crushed underfoot
someone who isn’t me expecting in me a noiseless sign
speaking isn’t enough isn’t gesture enough to reach depths
still speaking is all that remains even if lost in hearsay
flights of words loom in the hinterland of living we hear them
approach we dream for an instant of a shower of meaning
and it would be the grace that was promised to us in childhood
something latent and which suddenly blossoms in the body
equal to a caress over the whole inside of our skin
nostalgia for all that never was takes its place sometimes
as if the trace were the same for both the lived and the desired
too often we forget emotion has its night and its day

—Bernard Noël in (translated from French by Eléna Rivera)

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

08/19/2024

Katy Mongeau will be at the Archway Editions End of Summer Indie Publishing Party + Market + Reading tomorrow night. Come down to Umbra in Bushwick to pickup a copy of APOSTASY (& other BSL books).

08/12/2024

Looking forward to the return of BOMB Magazine's Small Press Flea this weekend. Visit us b/w 10 AM-4 PM for discounts & deals on all BSL titles.

More info:
https://bombmagazine.org/events/small-press-flea-2024/

07/28/2024

Next weekend in Round Top. BSL + Litmus Press reading with Erin Fleming + Rachael Wilson at 3:25-3:45PM. Visit Pinsapo for full list of exhibitors + performance schedule.

07/03/2024

At night, your eyes:
Could I do more the hands?

To feel the wreckage, truly.
To see the lessing day.

The world must be asleep to these:
dreams; happenings; slippings of the seams.

I imagine a paradise without you.
I imagine a paradise you’ve left.

And light; and vapors;
and every sparrow’s gone?

—Aaron Lopatin in

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

06/21/2024

Visit BSL tomorrow at the Deep Water Festival's inaugural independent book fair.

The Narrowsburg Union.
7 Erie Ave, Narrowsburg, NY.
10 AM-6 PM.
Readings 12:30-1:30 PM.

Thanks to Ahu at The Hound Books.

https://deepwaterfestival.com/

06/18/2024

Portrait of Myself, Preparatory Study for the Large Illusionistic Ceiling Fresco

If you take a brown feather, if you line it just a tiny bit with black, if you look underneath the feather, if you look at me closely in the light, the chased, encasing air, the leaf from which the subject seems to grow, flowering in catkins, the fruit a small samara no man would have, you would never display so much emotion in a portrait, ever title this portrait of a woman: My Life as a Lark. As though it’s snowing leaves, she’s a flurry of shadow cast by green, or by clouds as she dampens the ground with her sadness, then rehearses a trill that obsesses as written. As performed, she’s part of the air behind: her eyes blend, her shrug dissolves with the color of background sprig of flowering almond blossoming in a glass, with marked breast & throat: desperate heart heat dance. Chromatic, the almond body, when you’re painting each stroke as if you’re naming it, like writing which is naming, bringing into being, we who are making our worlds in self-portraits. As the Lady of the Lark emerges out of painting, a fading effect of becoming thickness creates folds, then draws strong black lines around them—the bodies the portraits the trees—except the almonds raining—

—Dale Going in

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

06/18/2024

They take it a little far. I haven’t even considered you yet. I applied. You think I’m talking about it when I’m talking all around it. There in your little snow hut in the sun. There there in it. There was an audio file once of the audiophile in the wind. You couldn’t understand him for the blowing.

—Sandra Doller in

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.

05/06/2024

23rd Annual NYC Independent Book Publishers Party
Thursday, May 9, 6-8 PM
at Artists Space, 11 Cortlandt Alley, NYC

Free and open to all
Drinks will be served
Community book fair

Featuring:
Belladonna* Collaborative
Birds, LLC
Black Sun Lit
Dead End Zine
Fence
Futurepoem
Hanging Loose Press
Litmus Press
Montez Press and Montez Press Radio
Tender Buttons Press
Roof Books
Ugly Duckling Presse
Wave Books
Wendy’s Subway
Winter Editions
World Poetry Books

04/29/2024

Introducing SO-LAIR STORM by Andrés Ajens [trans. from the Spanish by Erín Moure], forthcoming July 9, 2024.

Chilean poet, essayist, translator, cultural agitator, and literary activist Andrés Ajens (AA)—cult writer in Spanish, hidden writer and writer of what the folds of history hide—is raised from the antipodes of literature, with a poetic project that stands out for both its forcefulness and its hybridity. A poetry of articulation and dis/articulation, of artifice, of disengagement and dismemberment, So-Lair Storm moves between broken narratives, different materialities (letters, emails, diary fragments), critical essay, and experience. In his diverse cultural scaffolding, Ajens combines indigenous writing and languages, the history of Western literature, post-structuralist philosophy and linguistics, manipulating geographical and scriptural boundaries, breaking down, chewing and digesting language like no other. His is a poetry that resists not only oblivion, atrocity, and colonialism, but also translation and interpretation. Erín Moure rises to the challenge, giving birth to poems that not only “pick up the gauntlet” of AA’s literary bet, but also have a life of their own and summon new questions.

Preorder: https://blacksunlit.com/so-lair-storm/

Email [email protected] for an advance review copy

03/04/2024

NIGHT

The winter night will return
For me to rest near you.
The faces will gravely drink
Moonlight and its wisdom
Will be hunted by our kisses and arms.

The room is there alone, curtains closed
You are there alone with your closed eyes
Moonlight––the light of your arms
Night carries this tranquil ship.

—Valentine Penrose in (translated from French by Mia X. Pérez)

Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.