Saturday, June 18

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
is grist for the mill
that grinds me into illumination
until only words are left

whether i like it or not

Margareta Waterman

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