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Sunday, May 1, 2011

High Coup Journal - May 2011 Issue

(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)


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IN THIS ISSUE:

Sara Bickley (West Carrollton, OH)

Salvatore Buttaci (Princeton, WV)

Samuel Franklin (Terre Haute, IN)

Rick Hartwell (Moreno Valley, CA)

Danielle Johnson (Clemente, CA)

Lex Joy (Durham, NH)

Taylor Lampton (New Brunswick, NJ)

Lauren McBride (Houston, TX)

Stephen Miller (Stockbridge, MA)  

Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory (Jersey City, NJ)

Robert Petras (Toronto, OH)

John Tustin (Flushing, NY)

Annie Welch (Louisville, KY)



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Editor's Note:

May, I ask you this:
where do you store all the joy
winter hid away?


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Sara Bickley

Standing humming hymns
outside the confessional
with the leaky door.

Dropped my cigarette.
Is it clean enough to smoke,
or does it matter?


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John Tustin

You still live with him
And I still sleep next to her
Good thing I’m patient


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Lex Joy

Thesis proposal.
 Which work of literature
 will I learn to hate?



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Taylor Lampton

The Undergrad Thesis Shuffle 

Reading. Reading. Notes.
Hypothesis? Nope! Again!
Reading. Reading. Notes.



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Stephen Miller

You have enemies?
We can address that problem...
Nukes cure lots of things!


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Salvatore Buttaci

claustrophobia
in this tight economy
can be stifling

old man knitting brows,
lean on your question-mark cane.
Life’s a mystery.




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Danielle Johnson

Stuffed Toy Cemetery

Seams busted open
Gloomy pile of marred plush toys
Tobin chews and chews


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Robert E. Petras

from "Redneck Haiku"

Second amendment
Tree-hugging sums-a-bitches
Mullet with crosshairs.


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Annie Welch

Bourbon Haiku

The coming of fall
whispered in mid August as
corn turns to liquor


When I feel too seen
I can write in third person
as she finds shelter





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Lauren McBride

homo sapiens
are LGBT labels
so damned important?



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Samuel Franklin

3:30 a.m.

Early morning Haute 
with sleepless, stupid deskjob--
you may kiss my ass.  


This is important

My fecal matter 
matters a lot--but the smell
kills my gray matter.



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Rick Hartwell

good haiku is like
tasty tidbits offered up
inviting your dreams



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May 2011 AWESOME SAUCE: Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory 

Judy Blume

Are you there, God? It's
me, Adam-- Margaret got
knocked up.  What's cracking?




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Now that spring has sprung,
those haiku that spring to mind
should be sprung to us!

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Monday, March 7, 2011

Five Questions for an Editor: Taylor Lampton

Our first interview of March is with The Scarlet Sound's Taylor Lampton.  Her publication began as a New Brunswick, New Jersey, adaptation of the Santiago en Cien Palabras project and has grown into an e-journal.   Let's see what she has to say...

1. The Scarlet Sound, huh? Tell us that's closer to a "blue note" than it is "the brown note."

Well the sound in question certainly does not cause any involuntary movements other than a smile here and there. The Scarlet Sound is defined as the sum of individual heartbeats coming together as one through artistic community. Rather than a specific kind of "note" I would argue in favor of a "beautiful cacophony." Like any great symphony, this sound brings seemingly unrelated, clashing sounds and rhythms together creating one sound -- a sound of beauty. The opportunity for those sounds to combine and become a cohesive unit leads to the beauty. The Scarlet Sound is both the name of the sound we look for, the summation of those heartbeats, and it is the opportunity for those heartbeats to come together.


2. Your journal publishes poetry, short fiction, humor, film, visual art, and photography. That's quite a wide swath of art to choose from. What sort of unifying elements are you looking for?

We tend to look for pieces, no matter the genre, that expose the heart of the artist. It's not about a particular theme. It is about expression and recognition. What does that mean in terms of what you'll see on our pages? It means that you'll find the work of real people and not those people who write flowery words for the sake of self-worship or the "artistic" photographs that make no sense to someone who hasn't "gotten it" from extensive study of "the field." Our artists are recognized by showcasing their heartbeats, and we hope that our artists can then appreciate hearing from all the different kinds of artists we have in our community.


3. Could you explain a bit more about the South American movement that you mention you're trying to connect to in the publication?

Sure thing! There are a few examples, but I'll explain Santiago en Cien Palabras (Santiago in 100 Words). The goal was to have the people of Santiago, Chile write 100 words or less about the town, their thoughts, stories, whatever. These pieces were then compiled into these booklets that were free reading material for the public transportation system in the city. A person could pick one up and read it while on the metro and then drop it off at their stop or take it home for a bit. It was a hit! The experience let the people of the city provide art for other people in the city, bolstering an appreciation of the arts and providing a community identity.

The Scarlet Sound originally got its start at Rutgers University, which happens to have the largest transportation system in a University in the States. It just made sense to unite an underground artistic community with the Rutgers ideas of tolerance and recognition. We even had the bus system! Throughout time, The Scarlet Sound has taken on a new face as an entirely online arts publication and is now even open to the general public. We took the idea that art creates community, coupled that with our first home's values, and now we have the publication we have today.


4. Let's shift gears to haiku and linguistics, since we do the former and you do the latter. Why isn't syllable-counting in English the same thing as syllable-counting in Japanese?

Well without boring your readers with some intense linguistics, I can say that some languages permit some things to happen while others don't. For instance, in English we can say words that start with the sounds "st" like in "stop sign." Spanish, however, does not allow that and you'll find native Spanish speaker's accents include sayings like "estop sign" to take care of that. This same kind of rule applies to Japanese. It doesn't allow a bunch of consonants to be strung together without having vowels. The word "strength" then is totally not okay in Japanese. Japanese speakers would have to say that as "strengethah." So "strength" is one syllable in English, and at least three in Japanese. Tada! Hope that made sense.


5. You mention a belief that "art can create community." What does "community" mean in the digital age?

Something I absolutely love about the digital age is that community doesn't just mean who lives next to you. It has to do with what you do and what you love. Your community can be as small as a group of close friends and as large as the entire world! The Scarlet Sound's community of artists that have been published have come from all over the United States, which is awesome. Isn't it awesome that we get to choose our community now with how we choose to be involved with technology? I can make friends via twitter in New Zealand or publish an artist in Hong Kong. The globe is a super small place now, and that means community gets to take up more and more geographical space. In the end, I hope our community at The Scarlet Sound can network with their fellow artists and learn how their community works even when spread out all around the world.




TAYLOR LAMPTON is a student and Linguist, though many times those overlap. The Scarlet Sound embodies one of her greatest passions by utilizing creativity and the arts to foster community. Though primarily a scientist and a ridiculously involved undergraduate student, she enjoys writing, photography, and video editing. Taylor is an award-winning public speaker and speech writer and was also recently published in the High Coup Journal.

Monday, November 1, 2010

High Coup Journal - November 2010 Issue

(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)

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IN THIS ISSUE:

Cal Clugston (Sydney, Australia)

Neil Ellman (Livingston, NJ)

Amanda Hillenburg (Sherbrooke, QC, Canada)

Dale Holdampf (Ann Arbor, MI)

David Hollander (Bloomington, IN)

Yume Kim (Woodbridge, VA)

Taylor Lampton (New Brunswick, NJ)

Jen Sicking (Terre Haute, IN)

Jacob Thomas (Terre Haute, IN)

David Tomaloff (Racine, WI)


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Editor's Note:

November babies:
take your pick of scorpions
or centaurs with bows.


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Jen Sicking

Green gecko wind surfs
Joyful lifted head on hood
‘til whoosh, death spirals by.


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Neil Ellman

Party Time

A party's on in Hell
Sex and booze and rock'n'roll--
Death knows how to live.

Fried Food

Whichever came first
The chicken or the omelette
It tastes better fried.


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David Tomaloff


Frog out in the pond
His boom-box ungodly loud
Really, Frog? Lil' Jon?




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Cal Clugston

Indian summer
Retreats up a trail of tears
When the east wind blows


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Jacob Thomas

Trundle-beds are strange
They nestle like Russian dolls
Sleeps like a coffin

Red and Stalwart Foe
I see thee taunting my bread
Toaster, be my bitch

Violets are not blue
They are purple you dumbass
Go learn your colors


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Yume Kim

Ezra Pound really
liked Asian culture. Figures.
That guy is an ass.


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Taylor Lampton

Dude, you have a cold.
Don't come to class. Sniffling
and snorting is gross.


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Amanda Hillenburg

Serve up some crackers
With a side of grey matter
Zombies love snack time


Don't hog the mayo
The obese won't eat veggies
Without extra fat


Necktie or a noose?
Same thing but softer fabric
Just add a black hood


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Dale Holdampf

Towel-toting man
Hitchhikes across the planets.
Oh, that Zarking Frood!


Excited dolphin
Flipping the fuck out of waves
Totally bitchin'


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David Hollander

trying to study
but asphyxiating gas
pours from my rectum


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November 2010 AWESOME SAUCE: Cal Clugston


Eat her like lettuce
Peeling away each layer
Of her sweet wetness


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One more month this year--
why not send one more haiku
to High Coup Journal?

highcoupjournal {at} gmail.com

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

High Coup Journal - September 2010 Issue


(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)

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IN THIS ISSUE:

Shana Dennis (Terre Haute, IN)

Amy Harris (West Lafayette, IN)

Amanda Hillenburg (Sherbrooke, QC, Canada)

Kevin James (Terre Haute, IN)

Julie Kelsey (Germantown, MD)

Vinnie Kinsella (Vancouver, WA)

Taylor Lampton (New Brunswick, NJ)

Mike Lushbaugh (Terre Haute, IN)

Nicole Reich (New Brunswick, NJ)

Ray Scanlon (Rehoboth, MA)

Richard Stevenson (Lethbridge, AB, Canada)

Maggie Wheeler (Terre Haute, IN)

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Editor's Note:

Picking grapes is not
the romantic pastoral
task that poets claim.


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Mike Lushbaugh

Summer is settled
Humid thunderstorms all day
swamp ass forever


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Ray Scanlon

"Cheer up, cheerily,"
exclaim the robins at dawn.
Goddamn fucking birds.


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Kevin James

The sparkling bowl
never stays that way for long
after the kegger

Dancing Fool enters
does The Worm down the aisle
your wedding's ruined


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Maggie Wheeler

Cat in a trash bin
Woman won't give a reason
Throw her in instead!


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(These next two haiku
are inspired by a hate
of FOX host Glenn Beck.)

Shana Dennis

Little man spreads hate
Dances for the camera
Dance, attention whore!


Amanda Hillenburg


Fat guy on TV
Claims to be true blue Mormon
Did it to get laid



(Read a ton more poems like these at http://www.haikuglennbeck.com/)


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Amy Harris

Cerebral Palsy?
More like a sorry excuse
For shaking all day.


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Taylor Lampton

I am in heaven.
spirals, rubbers, and stick-ons--
school supply shopping!


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Nicole Reich and Taylor Lampton

Cheetos

Splendid are the curls
Of the crunchy snack-time munch
Bathed in orange dust


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Richard Stevenson

in extended care
my dad zones out mid-sentence.
a hummingbird hovers


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Vinnie Kinsella

Limp and impotent,
The power cord came unplugged--
Too short to connect.


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Julie Kelsey

LAUNDRY DAY

racing down the stairs
greeted by the waiting arms
of your sweaty shirts


MIKEY, AGE 4

idiblockon, noun:
idiot – blockhead – moron
a poet is born


JUST FRIENDS

under a blanket
curled on the sofa with you,
my friend, Nick-at-Nite


HEARTACHE

under a full moon
we kiss at midnight, yearning
for ibuprofen


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September 2010 AWESOME SAUCE: Vinnie Kinsella

Two lines, one corner:
Basic trigonometry.
You and I converge.



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Please send us more 'ku!
We will spend all October
scaring poems up.

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