Field Work Notes, Songs, Poems 1997-2010 by David Hadbawnik
In San Francisco,. Austin and Buffalo a chiel’s among ye taking notes. David Hadbawnik like James Boswell has a knack for capturing all the things we wish we had said, as well as the street talk which shows up our culture as indescribably banal and fertile. —Kevin Killian
In San Francisco,. Austin and Buffalo a chiel’s among ye taking notes. David Hadbawnik like James Boswell has a knack for capturing all the things we wish we had said, as well as the street talk which shows up our culture as indescribably banal and fertile. —Kevin Killian
In San Francisco,. Austin and Buffalo a chiel’s among ye taking notes. David Hadbawnik like James Boswell has a knack for capturing all the things we wish we had said, as well as the street talk which shows up our culture as indescribably banal and fertile. —Kevin Killian
In San Francisco,. Austin and Buffalo a chiel’s among ye taking notes. David Hadbawnik like James Boswell has a knack for capturing all the things we wish we had said, as well as the street talk which shows up our culture as indescribably banal and fertile. On his way to developing a unique poetic, Hadbawnik kept writing it down; these twelve years of flaneuring perform a voyage of their own, a powerful and mysterious walk towards unknowing.
—Kevin Killian
The notebooks of Kafka and the late meditations of Wittgenstein echo deep inside David Hadbawnik’s marvelous Field Work, whose investigations collect into something like a scrolling wunderkammer of anecdotal revelation. Or into a tour-de-force ostranenie of the quotidian, one might say... Which is to say, and more plainly, I suppose, that in these quasi-aphoristic sallies, daily moments are never quite what they first seem, always infolding much more than what we all almost always assume them to hold. So Hadbawnik looks carefully and insistently. And he does so again and again. And the mundane unfolds its mysteries. “One minute in the life of the world is going by. Paint it as it is,” said Cezanne. That is the writer’s ethic here, and the result is nothing less than a strange, serial, and many-chambered gift. We haven’t had a truly great “poet’s daybook” for quite some time, one that enacts a poetics. Here you are.
—Kent Johnson
Born in Detroit, MI, David Hadbawnik is a poet and performer currently living with his wife, dog, and cat in Buffalo, NY. Previous publications include the books Translations From Creeley (Sardines, 2008), Ovid in Exile (Interbirth, 2007), and SF Spleen (Skanky Possum, 2006). He is the editor and publisher of Habenicht Press and the journal kadar koli. In Buffalo, he directs the Buffalo Poets Theater, and writes on his blog, Primitive Information (habenichtpress.com).
Book Information:
· Paperback: 138 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-010-1