Lo ( ! ), the return to have arrived, PoetrySucks! rides again ( ! ) , with a cool lineup to their back again event; apparently people will not crush in dimensions of greasehouse Dino's but at the new location at Fond Object. Sat, Aug. 2nd.
I'll be in exilic transfers to California for a week or so to it, 1st through 9th; somebody pick me up from the airport Nash, or I do the highway shoulder walkathon like last time ( a fun adventure regardless humidity, brambles, tick fear ), miles of, horses of it / Jackqueline Frost is rad up the yin yang y'all ( still+ again ); put in a good word for the 'p i d e r, its 3rdeh ( ? ). Check also L i g h t f i g h t e r. So is Protomartyr. / Also, them beefboys, Beef Oven, have that show on the Thurs, Aug. 7th, I think at the Basement ( ? ), like those blokes on Fbook and they'll let you know.
Did miss the last Poet's Corner reading over at Vanderbilt, Tiana Clark, though ( and not to justify missing anyone read ever ) had seen her at a Lyrical Brew reading some months back. Did anyone else see her page long looking on top of you poem in the glossy-nouveau Nashville Arts Mag ( ? ) Speaking of which, tomorrow is the next Lyrical Brew, whose readers are Contributor contributors ( ! ) /
And for all you dobby-come-lately's Third Man Books is a thing, off shoot, quickstorm, strong hand in the mix already, White's Third Man is sure, as Patchett's Parnassus, to prop the Nashpo tent wider to a greater citizenry of literati in this fair city. Their first endeavor just put out is a gutsy collection calledLanguage Lessons, the thing sounds pretty fantastic, mixed genre/media/avenue chocked full of rich/ standard/ local/ non poets, musicians, artists. Probably go get it. / / Plus - if you must get out of your house - go to the free Fort Houston art thang on Friday ( 7/25 ), I think there's free beer and free arts ( if you are not blind ? ), it's over by the Sounds' Stadium. Also go to the basement show on Aug 2, yarp, to check R. Ghost, plus Lylas.
A piece of mail to the address I am at with me in it there, the new InpatientPress anthology paper “Incident Codex,” unfolding newspaper grey full font poems that operate with the page space, are content in it, prose narrative / non narrative pieces, 80 pages. Artist-Illustrator Eben Haines has “Frostbite A” and “Frostbite B”, Krystal Languell, “she prefers either to violets in a fist. Now the time has passed. For the crime. Walk away,” Gil Lawson, “The refrigerator, as with the cupboard, as with the dishwasher, occupies the same space of full in the kitchen despite themselves being full only of very many one more empties. Full only of one more empties,” as in the introductory piece, “each work is its own summoned surface.”
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And ha the new N/A is out ( #5 ), I look like how I probably am maybe young, and the work is quite cool, just the way detectives should be, it's Bogart; thanks be to francois luong plus Amish Trivedi. Do spend some time with it, it's got my stamp.
Summertime, got some of the "o n e" over with the esteemable N/A lit journal, a complex magazine put out quarterly that makes me feel velvet to be among. Issue #5 due out this very next week, with whom else I have no idea ( ? )
That's almost all the rooms of "o n e" ( rest are over at Inpatient Press, Opon ) out somewhere to see, so I think I do a chap with illustrations by Crawford, for five buckos, or trade, or something, holla if if if.
Courtesy M. Giffen. / Also 'Beat Mondays' at the five points co-op? Where have I been doing nothing all my last mondays of a month? Over by the Barista Parlor, The Fuselage, 521 Gallatin Ave., place I've never seen the inside of. / Next readings in town? 7/19 - Andrew McFayden-Ketchum, Parnassus Books 7/24 - Tiana Clark, Scarritt Bennett Center, Vander
The sort of profundity brought about when poetry is utilized for, not inside it, or at it, to it, a sheer, though, vehicle, transparent, ease ( an easy thing is what? ), uncomplicated, finite, pointed, then done. Grief, Loss, Parenthood, Disability, Acute Oppression, Violence, all of which, when mentioned, buoyed in a poetry, don't linger, don't place with, unless they are enacted, compressed into or expand from. That Berryman quote.
Healing and Optimism. Ok. But the splintering of means, the turning outward and away from what occurs in the writing itself, a unit is made of the written thing, corners are pre-known, the end is the thing that happens and that's that. A poetry that stems from not-poetry, yes, a poetry that does things, yes. Larry Eigner. Though it's present, is not a sole definition, is moved from, by. In the case of the most recent Front Porch reading, Vanderbilt, poetry as vehicle intrinsic to healing. Poetry therapist Jennie Linthorst to a full filled room, clear-eyed, her from her first and second book, "my voice shine," "let it speak," "umpteenth," "beams with freedom," "swim towards his longings," "I am..." Really, just very nice, got to me right when I got into the room, showed me her face.
Hot minutes have passed, without pushing into new work much, without an eye on poetries in Nashville, and have dwindled, from oppressions of job from labor that way from season from screens from having so few collisions I am dependent on collisions. Less tangible, among and the flattening of things is always easy on us. Like Nashville is missing its corners or something.
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But did go to Lyrical Brew poetry evening at the end of May, with Lisa Dordal, Kendra DeColo, Deborah Bernhardt. They read to a good Nashville-sized audience, occupied the whole downstairs coffee section of Barnes N Nobles.
Maya Angelou had just died, the women were on a stage, they each, Deborah Bernhardt in an even, contemplative though lively volume and pace, concerns with language in language, with thought in thought out loud, a processual, koanesque, working towards in the work itself, “my latest emergency,” “direction of our faces,” “what I though to be done thinking,” “let not one put asunder any content,” an authority in somewhat less than authoritative presence ( she did mention recent run-in with a plant she could not chemically deal with which resulted in epidermic rash mess ), and only her second ( ? ) time to Nashville from Knoxville.
Recent Spicer listenings had stayed and rose at Deborah Bernhardts sections ( Morphemics, and Graphemics ), also Leslie Scalapino’s Forest In The Euphrates, and Can't Is Night. Kendra DeColo began as I believe people were likely to think she would by addressing/invoking/owning/sending a "pussy", and off and running. Bring attention to gender, sexuality, the sexy things by having them present, personified, forming a system of articulation around a thing that perhaps is not articulate ( most bodily things aren't ) but nonetheless prominent, inner dialogues as listener regarding misogyny, empowerment, saying the thing into being, exorcizing the thing out of being, the sonic quality not forceful but easy to let, charged with anatomical renderings, a truly bodied poetics ( this addressed in the after events of the reading, the q and a, the body and its otherness, the somatic, the reclaiming, the ubiquitous claim by all of it), with charm, with really nice covers, banister. All my information in unformed, curse of the transplant, but I think in the same way Jeff The Brotherhood is a Nashville music, Kendra Decolo is a Nashville Poetry, “bearable husks wincing,” “dividing bayous,” the thing with a bodied poetics as hers is its accessbility, its openness to everyone, visible parameters upset by eloquent observations, one’s intimate functions immersed among one’s intimate reformations, a poetry of context where the writing relates always to its carnal origins ( whose origin is not carnal ), I do find it distancing to play devil’s advocate though and not straight advocate. A visceral that entrenches.
Lisa Dordal I was not as familiar, she began with statement of sexual orientation and started the reading with a moment in history. Orbit that breathes, a rhythmic physiology that brought up Lew Welch’s Chicago Poem, a laboring over in pushing terms, Ginsbergianlong to that rising syllabically goes, the most narrative of the three that found its structure in propulsion ahead, a deceptive monotony that places attention everywhere to everything, each line told with blame or reward or revelation, renew, push, reveal, renew. Something reminded of all three, breathy, visceral, obscene, profound, descriptive, pedagogical, urgent, ordered, politicized - Rob Halpern's Music for Porn : First Portion / Portion / Portion Nextest readings- 6/26 - Vanderbilt, Scarritt Bennett, Poet's Corner - Jennie Linthorst Plus Lyrical Brew, date ( ? ) usually last week of the month, Barnes & Noble, Vanderbilt / ALSO ALSO ALSO Caldwell calls it quits after god knows how many years of debauchery, come see it off.
Missed triple kiss of poetries the other night, guerrillas. More missed readings. The weather turns again, wasps, slats, sleeves, porch, sockless, ice. Nashville is filling now with a visceral hand of vast tones that background it, peripheral but the difference between polaroid and landscape, a context pressing to you where you are, placing sets, why would you not make musics, or arrive at all. /
Dang the thing El Alephsent, vol. 1 - their first magthing, is a grand pretty thing, popped it open in a car slapped by rain in front of the train graffiti scape, over by the goodwill. / Plus Sara Renee Marshall's work has been on the repeater of late, her Landscapes Were In My Arms are heist. A real nice big backyard tent is the new Opon #3. / Readings near - 4/4 - Howlin' After Dark, Howlin' Books ( 8th Ave ) 4/10 - Eavan Boland, Vanderbilt, Butrick 102 *Brady Haston show opening at Zeitgeist May 3 whut shut.
