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Wednesday, July 12, 2023

New Hiakus: Tohm Bakelas

 


BIO: Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have been printed widely in journals, zines, and online publications all over the world.  He is the author of twenty-four chapbooks and several collections of poetry, including Cleaning the Gutters of Hell” (Zeitgeist Press, 2023).  He is the editor of Between Shadows Press. 


MY REALITY 2 

 

tongue swollen, voice shot,  

starving, terrified to eat—  

strung out on codeine  

 

 

IT WAS WORTH IT 

 

codeine got me horny,  

jerk off, pass out— later  

wake to cat staring  

 

 

SECOND TIME IN A ROW 

 

watching deadbeat at dawn—  

codeine courses through me,  

pain becomes lighter  

 


KEEPING COOL 

 

fixated on time, paranoid  

watching clocks— outside  

i feed the birds  

 


HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN YOURSELF? 

 

recreationally taking  

unused pain meds—  

all for the poems 




Editor's note: These 5 haikus are from 20 recently written by the author while "fucked out of his mind" on codeine following a tonsillectomy. 




- Tohm. 
Instagram: @flexyourhead

Saturday, April 2, 2022

A Conversation With Danny D. Ford


When did you first develop a serious interest in art?

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly, as an interest in art wasn’t something to shout about where I grew up. I think I probably internalized my artistic interests a lot of the time, for fear of being judged, or simply because it held little social value at home or at school. I suppose my first artistic interest was film. Having older brothers offered many opportunities, and the amount of good VHS cassettes lying around the house was a real blessing. Later on film crit and photography were two subjects I studied from the age of sixteen. Poetry came out of keeping a diary when backpacking, and it’s been a daily habit ever since. 

Apart from Raymond Pettibon, who do you really dig and who have others  influenced your work? 

The Ren & Stimpy Show’ and Garbage Pail Kids both made a big impression on me as a child.  As did Quentin Blake’s illustrations. The extreme close ups in Ren & Stimpy and the fear I felt looking at the Pail Kids, all covered in spiders & gunk, gave me a nice sort of jump. It intrigued me. Blake was different, thinking about it, his drawings are probably part of why I have been drawn to watercolours. Ralph Steadman was probably the first artist whose name I could remember. I adore ‘The Curse of Lono’ and always go back to it. The way he portrays power and movement is truly amazing. I admire Aubrey Beardsley’s work, the way he uses patterns and block black is something to behold. Robert Crumb’s artwork blows my mind and I particularly like the way he draws clothing. James Ensor is another I really like, especially the faces and Otto Dix too, in particular ‘The War’ drawings. And Goya’s ‘Black Paintings’ have stayed with me since seeing them a few years ago. I saw Ruben’s ‘Saturn’ the same day and it’s possibly my all-time favourite painting. 

How did you go about developing your illustration for George Anderson's chapbook 'The Beast With Three Legs'? 

When I read something I know I am going to illustrate, I make short-hand notes; a mixture of physical details, inanimate objects, screenplay-type descriptions. It’s important to me that I am able to verbalize my immediate feelings about the manuscript. There is always a key element that will dominate my thoughts and that thing is my starting point - for The Beast with Three Legs, it was a tomato. 

It’s really about how that starting point interacts with ideas that come up during further readings - and of course how that all fits with the author’s opinion. I sketch out a rough draft, often adding cut outs from print media. I then scan the sketch and work on it digitally, sometimes adding photographic details or messing with the balances etc. 

For ‘Tomato Head’ I knew early on I wanted to use a dotwork effect. I feel that black marker pen has a combativeness to it. I am a big admirer of Raymond Pettibon’s artwork, and I think most people would agree, fat markers are just nice to write with. I use two different sizes and I begin with the smaller of the two. Once I have the outline and the main areas marked out, I use the larger nib to add heavier shading. I first began experimenting with this style while producing screen print designs, and then later adding them to acrylic backgrounds. 

Are you largely self taught or have you studied elsewhere?

Yes, I am an autodidact. I have no formal training in drawing or painting. I am a magpie, I spend many hours studying the things I like and I really try to understand, dig into the why & how of it. My wife & friends tell me I am a weirdo. Fair enough. Ten years ago I was doodling on post-it notes, passing empty hours as a temp in a government transport department. Those sketches were shit, but some of them would make my colleagues die laughing, which naturally encouraged me. I think I’m mostly interested in comedy deep down. 

Can you show us further examples of your work? 

https://www.theunfoldinghead.com/

https://www.theunfoldinghead.com/neverkillarainbow - screen print designs

attached images ‘Raspberry Rabbit’ & ‘Coronation’  first published in Obscure Quarterly II (Dec ’21) https://clairobscurzine.bigcartel.com/product/obscure-quarterly-issue-2:



‘Sunshine Junkie’ cover artwork, first published by Between Shadows Press (Oct ’21):

https://betweenshadowspress.bigcartel.com/product/sunshine-junkie-by-danny-d-ford 

You have been living in Italy for about a decade. What do you like most about the culture?

I like the way people just say it. They tell you straight up. There’s little sense of shame or embarrassment when disagreeing or discussing difficult subjects. Italy has taught me how to speak up and be honest about how I feel. It’s not about waving your hands and shouting (it totally is) it’s about saying ‘hey, I’m here and I have an independent voice’. People make time to listen to one another, and as you would imagine, take time to eat well and eat in company. When you walk into a bar here, you get involved in the conversations around you, every time. It would feel more awkward not to.  

 What's next in the pipeline?

More poems and more drawings. I want to keep mucking around with different materials.  Hopefully work on more collaborations, cover designs and put more poems out. I have an illustrated poetry chapbook ('Seven Letter Cities') coming out with Between Shadows Press in April, and one with River Dog Press in August, with a further collaboration with Analog Submission Press currently under construction. I want to continue making absurd & abstract short films, in particular I want to make more episodes of Walrus Lady, and of course I want to continue screen printing with Never Kill a Rainbow. I am also working on the feature length Gavin Fennelgrip comic. He’s a cartoon character I’ve been getting to know. He’s a proper cunt, but very loveable.   

New Release: George Douglas Anderson THE BEAST WITH THREE LEGS (Between Shadows Press) 20 pages

 


Thanks to Tohm Bakelas of Between Shadows Press for publishing this chapbook. Cover by Danny D. Ford. Limited edition: 25 copies only. Release date 1 April 2022.

Buy the chapbook at Between Shadows Press: https://betweenshadowspress.bigcartel.com


Update: 8 April 2022


Thanks for your support!




Promo poster: Danny D. Ford (click to enlarge)




Friday, October 22, 2021

Book Review/ Tohm Bakelas PUNK POETS ARE PRETENTIOUS ASSHOLES (Between Shadows Press, Denville NJ, 2021) 20 pages



Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital in New Jersey who took up writing poetry in 2018. More recently he set up a D.I.Y. small press start-up Between Shadows Press which in 2021 published an amazing 41 chapbooks- from such underground luminaries as Victor Clevenger, Pete Donohue, John Dorsey, Gwil James Thomas, Ryan Quinn Flanagan, John D. Robinson, Ashley L. Cooke, Paul Koniecki and a cast of others. 

 

The title of his recent chapbook Punk Poets Are Pretentious Assholes is a play on the hardcore punk band Poison Idea’s 1984 record ‘Record Collectors Are Pretentious Assholes’. Bakelas candidly says of the title in the short interview which follows: 

 

“I had been kicking around the chapbook title for two years before feeling as if it was right. The poems collected in it, at the time, I believed to be the best representation of my work.  The title ‘Punk Poets Are Pretentious Assholes’ is definitely aggressive and abrasive and well deserved.

 

“In my travels, correspondence, and work with the press I’ve encountered so many entitled fucking pricks. It’s mind-numbing. Either people don’t know, don’t appreciate, don’t care about the work that an editor/press is undertaking. It’s more than just folding and stapling paper. It’s about formatting, making sure YOU didn’t fuck up your manuscript with typos, errors, etc. Out of all the writers I’ve worked with, there’s 19 I’ll never work with again. 

 

“As for me being a pretentious asshole, if knowing what I like makes me a pretentious asshole, then I absolutely am one.”

 

Bakelas’s chapbook consists of 12 poems which reveal his punk credentials.  He likes listening to heavy punk- Black Flag, Deep Wound, Oxbow and sees poetry as a form of subversion- where he & others, can distil “dangerous thoughts” of rebellion & anarchy:

 

a dangerous thought

 

recently

someone asked

“do you feel that

what you do is dangerous?”

 

i responded:

“what, writing poetry?”

 

“no,” they said, “being

a social worker in

the most violent

state psychiatric hospital.”

 

i had to think

about that one

for a long time

because i believe

my first response

said it all.


(all poems republished with the permission of the artist)

 

His nascent poetry also examines his dissatisfaction with mainstream poetry (‘I went to a bookstore and bought nothing’), mainstream radio (‘the radio never played that rebel sound’, & his love of Bukowski & early punk.

 

In the poem ‘it shall begin again’ Bakelas questions why he got into the poetry game in the first place & seriously considers calling it quits:

 

it shall begin again

 

tom waits is on the stereo in the kitchen

and I’m trimming nose hairs

with dull scissors in the bathroom

 

no more sparrows weighted down

with rain-wet wings too tired to fly,

no more purple flowers frozen in snow,

no more moonlit bedroom floors to pace

upon like paths of twisted enlightenment,

no more metaphors and similies,

no more fragile faces like chipped stones,

no more nights of endless drinking

mutating into puzzle pieces mornings,

no more confused seasons of mangled horror,

no more guessing: what comes next?

 

No more poets, no more poems

Tonight the rebellion ends

 

and by tomorrow

or the next day,

when I become bored

or feel that burning light

ignite inside my head

it shall begin again.

 

As Bakelas has found out, like many of us, it’s difficult to maintain the rage amongst the domesticity of having to feed a young baby who wakes up every few hours, including in the middle of the night-  screaming its head off & rattling your ear drums- demanding to be fed.

 

Also disillusioning for Bakelas & many of us in the small alternative press, are the self-indulgent hacks who expect the world, make many promises & give fuck-all back. 

 

You really have to admire the bloke who is new to the industry and who has put his hard-earned into publishing the work of many others- perhaps at the sacrifice of his own development as a writer. 





INTERVIEW WITH TOHM BAKELAS 21 OCTOBER 2021

 

 Why did you decide to set up Between Shadows Press?

 

I started Between Shadows Press as a way to release my friends’ chapbooks of poetry who were either scared to submit or constantly being rejected. I think there’s a lot of writers out there who get overlooked because they don’t have any ‘writing credits’ to their name. I think that’s bullshit and believe if it’s good writing, it deserves a chance. 

 

What was involved in putting it together?

 

Buying printers was the biggest obstacle. There’s so many options out there. I went with what I knew, which is inkjet, and it fucking burns through ink. One day I’ll upgrade. But aside from the mechanics, just learning how to navigate telling someone “Hey your manuscript smokes, but this poem sorta doesn’t fit.” That’s something I’m still learning how to express.

 

 It appears you publish mainly poetry. Do you publish short fiction as well?

 

I’d say the press is mainly poetry, but I have published a few chapbooks of short stories.

 

On the BSP Facebook homepage you write "We know what we like". What are you looking for in publishable material? 

 

There’s nothing particular I look for in writers that I have published or plan to publish. I try to look for those who have never been published as well as those who are seasoned in publishing. To me it doesn’t matter. It just needs to real and have passion. I want the outcasts, the underdogs, the ones hanging on by thread fibers, the junkies, the drunks, the fuckups, those completely swooning in the throes of love, those completely content with their lives, and those with stories to tell about the hell they’ve seen and the hell they’re in. I want it all. I want poetry to remain dangerous. The motto of the press is: “we know what we like” and that couldn’t be truer.

 

Who have you published in 2021?

 

Since January 2021, I’ve pressed 63 chapbooks, 1 journal, and 5 minibroadsides. The writers published by Between Shadows Press include: Ryan King, Luke Young, Eric Keegan, Victor Clevenger, Christopher Miguel Flakus, myself, Niklas Stephenson, Wesley Cain, John Dorsey, Melissa Taylor, Heidi Anne, Ashley L. Cooke, Cody Taylor, Pete Donohue, Mark Anthony Pearce, Victoria Elena, Linnet Phoenix, Gwil James Thomas, Ryan Quinn Flanagan, John D. Robinson, Danny D. Ford, Claire Richardson, James Norman, Steve Zmijewski, Kevin Tosca, Glen Binger, Tim Heerdink, Joey Camello, Richard Cabut, Lilyth Coglan, Chris Flynn, Scott McConnell, Ford Dagenham, Paul Koniecki, Damian Rucci, Katie Doherty, Rob Plath, Jessica Lee, Kent Taylor, Heather Parker, Kevin Ridgeway, Joseph Fulkerson, Lindsey Heatherly, Jason Love, T..J. McGowan, A. Lynn Blumer, Jonathan Terranova, Vater Boris, Shawn Evan Holmes, Matthew Wallenstein, Drew Campbell, and Alex Gildzen

 

Wow Tohm, that’s an impressive list! Turning to your own writing, when did you first decide to get it down on the page and send it off?

 

Prior to poetry I was in bands. When they all died I turned to poetry. Sometime around 2018 I’d say. 

 

Who are some of your early influences?

 

My early influences are: Charles Bukowski, Kurt Vonnegut, Ray Bradbury, Dylan Thomas, Stephen King, Li Po, and Du Fu.

 

I note that you are a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. How has this line of work shaped your work?

 

It’s definitely shaped my work. I get a lot of influence from day to day interactions I have with patients as well as just what I observe in the hospital.

 

Do you often write about your patients or are you bound by confidentiality agreements?

 

Absolutely. Confidentiality in my line of work is critical. If I write about a specific encounter with a patient, I’ll change their name. It’s the safest way to ensure confidentiality while still painting the picture of the encounter.

 

 The title Punk Poets Are Pretentious Assholes appears to be an in your face, ironic title. Are you a "pretentious asshole"? 

 

The title is a play on Poison Idea’s 1984 record “Record Collectors Are Pretentious Assholes.” I had been kicking around the chapbook title for two years before feeling as if it was right. The poems collected in it, at the time, I believed to be the best representation of my work.  The title “Punk Poets Are Pretentious Assholes” is definitely aggressive and abrasive and well deserved. In my travels, correspondence, and work with the press I’ve encountered so many entitled fucking pricks. It’s mind-numbing. Either people don’t know, don’t appreciate, don’t care about the work that an editor/press is undertaking. It’s more than just folding and stapling paper. It’s about formatting, making sure YOU didn’t fuck up your manuscript with typos, errors, etc. Out of all the writers I’ve worked with, there’s 19 I’ll never work with again. As for me being a pretentious asshole, if knowing what I like makes me a pretentious asshole, then I absolutely am one.

 

 What's next for you?

 

The plan is to put the press into hibernation from October to March/April. I have some personal projects I need to focus on for various presses and I can’t do that if I’m putting everything into pumping out books for others. And even though the press is hibernating, I’m still working on some secret projects. I’m currently investigating copyrights on two dead poets to see if I can press them without being sued. Time will tell George, time will tell!


Thanks Tohm for taking the time to talk to me.

 

 

- Tohm. 

https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com

Instagram: @flexyourhead

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Featuring Tohm Bakelas

 


“haiku on my present, past, and future state of creativity”

 

today i write haikus 

yesterday short poems 

tomorrow nothing 

 

 

 

 

“hangover haiku”

 

seat taken for one 

eggs, toast, hash browns, and pepsi 

i am all right now 

 

 

 

 

“haiku for kent and d.a. and the so-called cleveland school” 

 

cleveland poetry 

against academia— 

forever outside 

 

 

 

 

“haiku for Dylan and Kaydence”

 

at seven and four— 

you both are too sarcastic 

for your own damn good 

 

 

 

 

“haiku for victor clevenger”

 

from one madhouse to 

another— we write haikus 

to get through the day 

 

 

 

 

“call it as it is”

 

what the fuck was that— 

conversation flat lined but 

that’s not saying much 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIO: Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 10 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press. 

 

 

 

CONTACT:

Email: tohm.bakelas@gmail.com

Website: https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com

Instagram: @flexyourhead

 

Read previous poems by Tohm (2020) on BMR here: https://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2020/06/featuring-tohm-bakelas.html

Friday, June 26, 2020

Featuring Tohm Bakelas


invisible suffocation 

it happened again. i don’t know how it found me 
this time, but someone must have sold me out. 
i was alone in medical records, reading a former 
patient’s chart when i felt it. i couldn’t avoid it. i ran
from the room with my papers clutched in my hand 
like a crucifix until i reached an unfamiliar ward on 
the second floor, but it was there too. it kept hunting 
and following me. and on the third floor i was 
walking with patients, but it found them too. they 
began screaming and instructed me to flee. i managed 
to get into the staircase where i leapt down two flights 
of stairs before making it to my desk. but when i got 
there, it was sitting in my chair, calmly waiting. and so 
i submitted to it. and on lunch break it rode as my 
passenger, my copilot on this journey in hell, its claws 
clasped between my ribs, with strength that 
manifested from all the years of sadness from this 
hospital. my watch offered no escape. 4 o’clock was 
three and a half hours away. that’s a long time to wait 
in a sadness that is not yours.


stale air

she smokes a cigarette 
with her current lover, 
they’ve been at it for months. 
I walk in circles in the rain, 
stumbling and pacing, 
trying to feel the falling rain, 
trying to feel anything. 
another night wasted, 
another night spent 
getting wasted. 
inside I sit alone. 
the countertop 
is covered in beer 
and dollar tips. 
I watch a single black ant 
pace between patrons and
study his environment 
with his feelers. 
I pick him up, 
but it’s too much power, 
I let him down. 
a blonde with a terrible 
neck tattoo that reads “overcome”
smashes him with one swift move. 
my former lover 
passes by and 
squeezes my left side. 
I think about how the ant
got the better deal.



Entrance/Exit 

A grassroots initiative
to start a revolution
came together
on a foggy night
in November hell.

“Shit,” I yelled, “I’ve got 
four gallons of 
unopened kerosene!”

Silence rushed in like waves breaking
on the shores of Gloucester;
One person in the room
stood up and clapped;
Mice were heard fucking 
between the walls;
Eventually peace talk resumed
and a pigeon flew into a closed window.

On Friday I get paid,
I’ll eat two pizza slices 
and watch the cars go by. 

i always hated new york

she stares me in the eyes 
and i look back— 
two souls unbroken 
and never to be touched— 
the line is severed and
it’s nothing more than 
a passing glance. 
i see the sorrow, 
she sees the misery.
tonight when the moon 
says nothing, 
remember 
my eyes 
said 
something 


old man behind a cemetery

I watched an 
old man 
drag two 
sleeping bags 
into the 
woods 
behind a cemetery
and I watched 
as his 
silhouette 
faded 
into the woods. 

I sat for
a while 
wondering 
if I 
should 
check in 
on him or
call the police
but instead 
I read
a book. 



Update: See also five haikus by Tohm here:


TOHM BAKELAS: 
Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He is the author of several chapbooks and a full length book of poetry. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and he intends to conquer the small press and exclusively publish within.  

CONTACT:


Email: tohm.bakelas@gmail.com

Website: https://tohmbakelaspoetry.wordpress.com

Instagram: @flexyourhead