Last Et Al. Poetry Reading of Spring (!), plus 'Tricky Wash' to Thin Air Mag

Seems like only a month between the fixings here on this bottle in the ocean out to y'all. Whatever, still the things move. 

A poem, Tricky Wash, is soon over at Thin Air, the journal of Northern Arizona's MFA program, which is great because walking in a parking lot yesterday I recalled having written the thing in Arizona, or whilst passing through AZ, because 'Tricky Wash' is near Nogales, I believe on the US side, and signs indicated it thusly, as unreachable, but referenced. Thanks to ed. Eric Dovigi for the space.





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The last Et Al. Poetry Reading of Spring turned out not to be the last Et Al. Poetry Reading of Spring…(!)  

Having tried to get Clay Matthews, and Jan Laperle (husband wife team) out to Nashville for the better part of the year (first seen and heard at SoFest of Books a few years back), they've conceded to read alongside local, radass Vander poet Tiana Clark on June 4th (!) Also joining us that night is Nashville visual and substance artists Lindsy Davis, who just wrapped an amazing show + Artist Talk at Red Arrow Gallery. 

Does seem like I'm asking every Red Arrow Gallery Artist to join us for Sauvage times but I think it's maybe a testament to the quality of their artists, curators…? 


See y'all at the Art Crawl.

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Plus -

A good article re contemp (lit) things y'all… 

May's Et Al. Poetry Reading w/ Keegan Cook Finberg, Douglas Piccinnini, Chris Hosea (& Art by Daniel Holland)

Is the job? to witness and render, (meaning the mandatory things at the position doing the position), psh. Doing the job requires the peeling of the conduit from yourself and the placement upon that which is pushing through, to assume the hydra, to greet each of the hydra, like pool hall Fast Eddy to hold scale's heft without an exact *but considered and intuitively inclusive and dealt with the heft that is being hefted weighty figure. Dealt with in the heft that is being hefted. To be talking about the job at the job is inherent.

As a person doing some writing, each thing layers flaky like little biscuits with these incorporations, incorporations that place, and re-place these integrations upon the writing - others getting to the poem (not getting the poem), but their routes, possible routes, little cartographies to your things…

With projects that head on, even peripherally, really, go at/to contemporary issues, to speak for/about/with the varying degrees of the varying spectrum of varying people requires you're admission of the conduit's conducting.





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Anyway, build me a raft. TO: 

For which of which I made this little trailer from Jru's drone filmings…

April's Et Al. Poetry Reading - Yowzah (!) + Upcoming (me) reading, Et Al. Reading...

Last night's April Et Al. Poetry Reading was beyond my hope for a raucous good time. David Bersell embraced the each of us in with his non-fiction/poetry. Maggie Nelson. David Foster Wallace. Richard Harper sailed to soothing grounds then slipped in a hearty rendition of sorts of "Night Moves" deafly singing "Night Moves" while Harper read from "Night Moves," a collection of comments and dialogue-admissions on Youtube's comment section for the video "Night Moves." Then Billy Cancel was magical and thrilled to the space and volume and hurtled at us.

All set off to the tune of the pieces set as context by local Nashville artist Ellie Caudill.

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Been reading everything lately, but not sure if retaining is happening. All sorts of magazines from the waiting room. Reading Ocean V., CA Conrad, Douglas Piccinnini, A. Brenza, E. Benick...


It's a wee bit downtrodden these days to do all the submitting and sending of poems, or even to work on poems really, than I'd like to, but the summer shall be writ in sweat toward those ends, and also a split in job multiplicity down to one should do a good trick at that.


I've got *COP lights my cigarette. UlyssesSGrant. Eater, of mouths. All sort of finishing ( *COP needs to ferment into a state that assumes agency more complete and seeing outside me enough, not just satisfying my things ). And, eternal, See, they return.






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Next month's May Et Al. Poetry Reading is gonna be complete domination of the rackets - award-winning Chris Hosea, award-winning Douglas Piccinnini, amazing Santa Cruz transplant (!) & Vanderbilt lecturer Keegan Cook Finberg. All coupled to the exhaustingly amazing visual work of Daniel Holland. All at the & among the Wedgewood/Houston Art Crawl ( Tail end - temporally and spatially ). Shit yeah: You are invited.

Also shall be doing poems ( the last me reading was in January ) a few days subsequent the May Et Al. at the next sequential address up from Sauvage Galerie, DRKMTTR, for Eric Benick's "Life is Boring" series that just started. Add to which a band that plays after the four readers do their things.




More on all when & when.








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First Spring 2016 Et Al. Reading, March (delayed response)

Got the event posters back from Printers today, high gloss broadsides, saturated reds and blues, real psych-stuff. The printman asked ‘Is the image supposed to be - what are those? Motorcycles? - Is the image supposed to be like this?’ Yah. 

The first reading was absolutely phenomenal. Casey Pierce set a projector to the ceiling to lay above the readers his video piece. It was the seed and focal point of conversation more than once.

Sean Patrick Hill read with expertise, whose texture conjured the landmarks embedded in his poetry, slipping in and out of subtle oratory modes that flipped on themselves and turned overwhelming: autobiographical-confession, naturalist, cartographer, meteorologist, son, father. He said as much before his reading. 

Meagen Crawford owned space and time with a mesmeric, almost otherworldly reading of “Non-Earthly Participant” (several of which are hand stitched and printed and await readers, perhaps she’ll throw in a copy for a special backer or two?

Dara Wier, poet of the night, traveler of the most miles to be with us for the first Spring Et Al. Reading of 2016, was stunning  (and she brought Nashville legend, renowned hermit, former Silver Jews frontman, poet of some talent, David Berman with her!) As the headliner, Dara chose to stay put and read to us in the exact same spot from which she had enjoyed the other readers, sitting just at the outskirt, against a wall, with the rest of the sitting, crouching, standing audience! Dara got completely houseshow rad by reading face-to-face to the entire room while we reveled, clapping when we remembered to, in the approach and manner of her reading. I, to say easily, could’ve listened to Dara Wier read for hours. 

She admitted that her poems may not make any sense, which is to say that I botched an introduction that attempted to say that Dara, in utilizing frequently used and common, even boring, language, was able to recompose a narrative, the networks of syntax, extended metaphor, and the fervor of her approach and use of the components in her poems.

Then she sneak show escaped away and out while everyone was re-constituting themselves after the reading! Each reader was spectacular, sublime.


Check the Et Al. Facebook page for event photos and other peripherals...

Et Al. 2016 Kickstarter Running 29 days left / Do it to it

The Kickstarter for Et Al. Poetry Readings ( to compensate visiting poets for traveling all the way to Nashville ) is all launched up and willing if you've got the pocket change, we got the sprocket bang.





Give, if.






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Absolutely lately -






Better mac? 

Lyrical Brew Reading / Atrocity Exhibition poems out / Dismantling White Supremacy should require I also dismantle the intuition toward/my notion of identity/self/class preservation/power

Held some space in the reading this past Friday at Ciona Rouse's Lyrical Brew, read alongside her, and Christine Hall (the hosts of Lyrical Brew, Poetry in the Brew, respectively) as Walker Bass got his host on and got into us with a stretch of questions that I fumbled around with until docile like kittens in a can? 

A video of me reading a section of "Still, Detritivore" ( which just got put out in #3 of the sensation feelings, and will have been from some future chap for which I intend the title 'Eater, of mouths' ).

Christine Hall read with sermons pouring on sunset steps ownership from her the grips in her lungs with vulnerabilities, admissions, sorrows, sheer delights, obscure wonderments. There was a point at which I understood her to be almost being read through by her own poems, a fantastic mesmerizing shared. Ciona let her delight with world remain entirely unobscured, the optimism, the nuance and serene sense that, in her quietude all such saying is for us to share and have as if she gives it out for us.

It's nice to read more frequently, work with the writings to loosen them ( I need to incorporate it into my eternal revisions process, I need a pencil when I read ), and say and become my own projective and reconcile the words with the air with the body. Thanks to Ciona, Walker, Christine.





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Poems are out now at Atrocity Exhibition ( 2 from that 'Eater, of mouths' booklet that does not exist, that is an intention ). They constantly update their new poetry, so enter that house many times, cross that river more than once, they're going strong with it.

A couple weeks on those concis poems ( 'Hospital' 1+2 ), proofs and all that, in the meantime I got some pay cash moneys ($) from concis for the poems that I re-routed toward the Room To Read charity, whose aim is gender equality and literacy in a bunch of south African countries, south Asia countries. In the meantime and enduringly, because we are enduringly blanketed off the penance warm:



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The equals, the dialogues, the hurt, the represented, the not mentioned - Check out poet/editor Joyelle McSweeney's Facebook post and get into those remarks/comments/replies to see some of the finer mechanics of reaction, intuitions, inclusivity/exclusivity, intention, unintention, even the VIDA attempts at partially entire, quantitative sketch, siphons in on the citizens, dramas...

Hey ViDA, very hurt to not see Action Books included in your list of woman-run presses. This press was co-founded by...
Posted by Joyelle McSweeney on Thursday, January 21, 2016

Another article ( most of the articles I've been seeing on Hyperallergic are the depth full ones, be known ) on 'Dismantling White Supremacy' ( + again the comments section are cringe full )...







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Been way much into this walking music lately, post-DMV liberations almost exactly :

"…Is it / loose suns / tilt / buildings / to / caves..." / Poems soon: Atrocity Exhibition & Concis, *COP lights my cigarette chap + reading

Called it done at one point - abandoned into a product of disquiet - so Neal Halper, Chelsea Velaga, and Meagen Crawford all did visual versions of *COP lights my cigarette.

Then read them*COP at the ol' Stone Fox via The Regenerates January reading alongside Ben Burr, and Jesse Mathison. Fun drink more inside the poems themselves as a fluid thing as they came out anyways, so I keep saying honest, un-pretensed. //



Chelsea's:

Neal's:

 

Meagen's:

 

 

*Get at me for 1 of the 2 ( or both)  copies of Neal's version - hemouthsmewrong@gmail.com

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Got back word from the deep lands outside in snowpack wire banked against biting the curb people out there that my twin poems "Hospital" ( & "Hospital") are due out towards the rear of this Jan month over at Concis. 

They feature a poem on their front page and, after its had its say, scoot it to 'The Stream' so be on the lookout in either sector for these to peaches.

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Three minutes later get back word also from the grand Atrocity Exhibition ( they like Joy Division + listen to flowers, & have hearts ) that they shall be forwarding two also pieces of the ol' poems I've leapt around for a while now, pouncing my chest off about: 

"Town, of year" ( that Marie Claire likes ) & ( the light heavyweight champion of one of the poems I haven't shown, my personal champ in endurance ) "Alligators" -

both from a sequence of chomp chapters ( like 9 or 10 ) called "Eater, of mouths" finished when it's finished.

Apparently their website (AE) is so horrendous the security blockers of the Vanderbilt connection upon whose bosom I suckle for wifi at the moment won't even get me there, but get at the contributions of Emily O'Neill, and Dalton Day therein.

What busy January held to me dear.

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Lit drama, again again.


More unthought from people that do not attempt to get behind what they are behind when they talk about what they are behind to people who are maybe not behind it or differently, at least open that dialogue up, baby. Also sort of unwieldy response too ( both sides are hurt slight, slight hurt )



T h i s then t h i s then t h i s



** A not entirely unrelated perspective I read.







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Cole Swenson's two on Wordsworth (!) over at Boston Review.

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And shall have another time to read this month, on the 29th (FRI) over @ Barnes & Noble ( off West End, Vanderbilt related ) w Lyrical Brew, alongside the establishers or umbrellas of the poetries that get out upon/for y'all Nashvillers - Ciona Rouse, Chuck Beard, & Christine Hall.


Be there, watch me be the sourpuss of the crew.