6/25: Jennifer Bartlett, margareta waterman and Maryrose Larkiin at Market Day Poetry Series

Jennifer Bartlett, Maryrose Larkin and margareta waterman

June 25th, 2011, Noon, at

St. Johns Booksellers Market Day Poetry Series
8622 N Lombard.
Portland, Ore.

Series curated by Dan Raphael, and hosted by Maryrose Larkin

Jennifer Bartlett was a 2005 New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow. Her collections include Derivative of the Moving Image (UNM Press 2007), Anti-Autobiography: A Chapbook Designed by Andrea Baker (Saint Elizabeth Street/Youth-in-Asia Press 2010) and (a) lullaby without any music (Chax 2011).

margareta waterman dabbles in all the arts, and mixes them up when she can; her best love, always, is words, and the multiple ways they dance.  from this naturally followed creating and producing live theatre, books, recordings, archives and so on, for herself and colleagues.  now semi-retired in the oregon woods, she maintains a small presence in portland and seattle.

Maryrose Larkin is the author of several books, the most recent of which is Marrowing (Airfoil, 2011). She is one of the organizers of Spare Room, a Portland-based writing collective, and is co-editor, with Sarah Mangold, of FLASH+CARD, a chapbook and ephemera poetry press.
From a retranslation of The Chronicles of the Guayaki Indians

and if this parasitic existence

should go on for too long of a time

he will be left at the foot of a tree

before a fire

there he must wait patiently

for death

 

the waiting may or may not be long

but an old man is not a strong man

and the process will move quickly

he has turned nature upside down

in his attempt to draw the moon

closer to the sea

he must suffer for his wanderings

it is this suffering that he has created

he is forced to pay for this reversal

 

Jennifer Bartlett

4/29/11 No: 1 Interpet 9m 17s

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an axe fell from the sky

decoding   dreamer

assigning cures 

from the day’s residue

schools of thought

discuss  the process of  meaning  

ascribe the dream

to part of the human

and part of the animal

Maryrose Larkin

 

i am not a poet because i write poems

i am a poet because

everything

is grist for the mill

that grinds me into illumination

until only words are left

whether i like it or not

Margareta Waterman