In Defense of the Unnecessary Sentence

There are easier ways to spend an afternoon than reading poetry.

You could organize the garage.

Learn a marketable skill.

Watch a video titled Seven Habits of Highly Effective People Who Wake Up at 4:00 A.M.

Instead, someone sits down with a poem.

For a few minutes, absolutely nothing measurable happens.

No shelf gets built.

No lawn gets mowed.

The GDP remains stubbornly unchanged.

Yet somehow the world has one more person who noticed the way rain sounds on a metal roof, or remembered their grandmother's kitchen, or paused long enough to wonder why crows always seem to know more than they're telling us.

Literature has always suffered from this problem.

It refuses to justify itself in practical terms.

A novel cannot patch your roof.

A sonnet will not rotate your tires.

A haiku won't remind you where you left your car keys.

What literature does instead is preserve attention.

It reminds us that looking closely is not the same thing as wasting time.

In an age that rewards speed, literature quietly rewards patience.

That seems like a fair trade.

So here's to the unnecessary sentence.

May there always be writers willing to write it, editors willing to publish it, and readers willing to stop long enough to let it do its quiet work.

 

Prairie Zen: Finding the Extraordinary in the Midwest

When people hear the word Zen, many picture distant mountains, bamboo forests, or carefully tended Japanese gardens. I think Zen is closer than that.

It lives in limestone creek beds after a hard rain.

It waits in restored prairie grasses bending beneath the wind.

It watches from the fence post where a red-tailed hawk settles over an Illinois field.

Prairie Zen is the practice of paying attention to the landscapes many people drive past without seeing. It isn't about escaping where we are. It's about inhabiting it completely.

My own haiku grew out of the forests, rivers, rail corridors, and changing seasons of northern Illinois. These places taught me that stillness isn't reserved for monasteries. It exists beside county roads, beneath cottonwoods, in forgotten cemeteries, and along the Rock River.

A prairie has its own silence.

Its own weather.

Its own way of teaching impermanence.

Rather than searching for enlightenment somewhere else, Prairie Zen asks a simpler question:

What happens if we truly notice the place we already call home?

That question lies behind much of my recent work, including Vanished Roads. The poems are rooted in the Midwest—not as scenery, but as a living practice of observation. Every bird call, every shifting cloud, every abandoned road becomes an invitation to pay closer attention.

Zen has always emphasized direct experience.

The prairie offers it freely.

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Thomas L. Vaultonburg is a Rockford, Illinois poet, founder of Zombie Logic Press, and author of Vanished Roads and other collections exploring haiku, nature, and the evolving idea of Prairie Zen.

Rockford Pages Captain Thomas L. Vaultonburg Writes Second Children's Book

Rockford Pages poetry slam team captain Thomas L. Vaultonburg has written his second children's book, titled Atrocious Poems A To Z, and it will available on Amazon June 9th. 

Also, Vaultonburg has been invited to write the 26 poems that comprise the book on the wall of the Rockford Art museum to accompany the illustration by Rockford artist Jenny Mathews. 

The exhibition, titled Bittersweet Observations, will have a public opening June 9th at 6:30 P.m., and copies of the book will be available in the gift shop at the Rockford Art Museum afterwards. 

Atrocious Poems A To Z is a book Vaultonburg began writing in the 5th grade at Mary Morgan Grade School in Byron, Illinois, as a class project. He always wanted to finsish the book and see it in publication, and almost forty years later his dream has come true.

Eye Rhyme is an example of the poems in the book. It has an ingrained literary lesson as well as attempting to deal with issues that are anxiet-inducing for children. "I wanted to write something that would be in opposition to all the shut the fuck up and go to bed books being aimed at children," Vaultonburg said in a phone interview. "The stresses of childhood are very real and serious for children, and as adults we form this sort of parental amnesia where we forget how hard it is being a child. I wanted to take those everyday stresses seriously, but not too seriously."

Atrocious Poems A to Z By Thomas L. Vaultonburg and Jenny Mathews

Titles Available By Rockford Poetry Publisher Zombie Logic Press

It was twenty-five years ago three years ago when my first book, Concave Buddha, was published by The Press of the Third Mind in Chicago. It is a press that had also published Bradley Lastname and Philip Lamantia, so I was very excited to be in that company.

The cover incorporated a piece by artist Joel Peter Whittier. 

There wasn't much talk about it locally, but they sold a lot of copies in Chicago and New York. I remember that a lot of older small press poets were a little bitter about it because it wasn't usual for a new poet to have a full-length book with a glossy cover right out of the chutes. Nowadays that doesn't mean much because of digital printing, but I didn't hold any grudges about it. The publisher simply liked my work and thought it fit in with his Dadaist style, so he published it. All these years later I now publish books and try to follow his example of being open to new writers. There's no point being a snob in an industry where there's so little at stake in the first place.

I have published three books by Rockford writers recently. The Zen of Beard Trimming by C.J. Campbell, and The Blood Dark Sea by Outlaw Poet Dennis Gulling.

The Blood Dark Sea by Dennis Gulling

I have a few other titles I hope to publish in the next couple of years. As far as I know Zombie Logic Press is the only literary press in Rockford, and has been all the twenty years I have been operating it. I'd really like to let the region and the nation know that we have a literary presence. That's the goal of the Rock River Literary Series. 

Rockford Outsider Poetry Publisher Zombie Logic Turns Twenty

Twenty years ago in October I founded Zombie Logic Press. Mainly I did so to publish my second book, Detached Retinas. I was soon to be working in the restaurant business and didn't have many intentions of publishing much more anytime soon.

And I didn't. 

But as far as I know I was the first person to use the term Zombie Logic or apply it to a going concern such as a literary press. 

Now, after twenty years of being continuously in business I edit The Rock River Literary Series, which promotes writers from Rockford, Illinois, and edit two literary journals, Zombie Logic Review and Outsider Poetry. 

Zombie Logic Press

For the last decade now I have been doing so from Downtown Rockford. When I settled in this building on the Holmes Block almost no one else was running a business Downtown anymore. A few restaurants on Block Five, but that was about it. The citizens were terrified to come Downtown. 

Eventually a coffee shop opened up. But still the historic building decayed and rotted. The roof collapsed on the Midway Theater, and the privileged white class stayed away in droves. If they ever did talk about Downtown it was in a negative way. 

I liked it here, though, back then. I remember going for walks late at night through virtually deserted streets. I liked the buildings that local vultures had been squatting on for a couple of decades as they turned to dust. I never once was accosted or even approached by anyone despite the hue and cry by smug East Siders that if you go Downtown you will get mugged. It was safe here.

Until they moved in. The very East Siders who had criticized Downtown for decades. Suddenly it didn't feel as safe anymore. But not for the reasons they said.

Because of them. 

Rockford Poetry 2016

Recently it was announced that Rockford has been named the FBI's #1 most violent city in America under 200,000 in population, supplanting Little Rock, Arkansas. I sat in the Amtrak stop in my train car for a half hour once in Little Rock looking at what must have been the Capitol building because it was a grand, beautifully lit structure, and if all I ever knew of Little Rock was that half hour I'd guess that Little Rock was a paradise.

Chamber of Commerce types attempt the same sort of obfuscation here in Rockford. I suppose it's their job to try to convince outsiders the good is better than it is and the bad doesn't really exist except in the mind's of cynics. But here in the real world we're constantly reminded by the inconvenient facts. Number one most violent city in America, third fattest, dumbest and most miserable respectively. These rah rah types try to be clever and play it off with Tshirts and civic campaigns like Misery Loves Company, but it all comes off in the end like a bunch of vultures who got their meal ticket punched watching the city burn from a safe distance while they simultaneously profit off dumbass Tshirts. 

The calendar has flipped over into October, and as all the other months have done for some time now October breaks from the gate at a breakneck pace. Fall Art Scene is this weekend, but after that Jenny promises we will slow down, and I'm grateful. September and October are my favorite months, but I spent most of September worrying about my health. I hope to enjoy October this year, really let it sink in.

Collected all my recent poetry in a file on this very computer while I was at Zombie Logic Press headquarters a couple of weeks ago, and a few times recently I have felt caught up as a human being. I know that just means I'm about to fall woefully behind, but for now I am moving slow and enjoying things. 

The Cubs are in the playoffs. My fantasy football teams are doing well. It has not gotten bitterly cold outside yet, and I don't have to worry about camping again until next year.