Vanderbilt's Front Porch reading series gave a phlegmy gasp, then stared at it on the concrete for an hour, seeing sunflowers, Hearts, opposite-gender longing, dreamy dream-dreaming ( 1970's L.A. vegan-gore ).
East Nashville's Dino's Poetry Sucks reading series did its third thang, memories of which have already been usurped by hopes for the next occurrence ( among those coming to music city is "Scary, No Scary" author Zachary Schomburg ). Really.
// Musical interlude //
Evelyn Reilly's new Verse poem does good, but "Styrofoam" creates different spaces, more unrelated pillars are held/holding; in the ecopoetic ( cringe ) genre, a best because of leaking thresholds, converging awarenesses, the indistinct stations of elements co-among.
"... the chances of monopoly have been so carefully
seized that only on the other side of
one's bathroom nothing is foreign. Unless
charting the antarctic has something to do
with figures the heads of which are
just smudges away from the axis of abscissas
or one is merely exploring from a shower ..." sayeth Zukofsky
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