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

TRUITT+LARKIN+WOLACH IN VANCOUVER BC TONIGHT!

The Kootenay School of Writing Presents

Sam TRUITT + Maryrose LARKIN + David WOLACH

8pm

Tuesday June 14, 2011

People's Coop Books

1391 Commercial Drive
Vancouver

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SAM TRUITT is the author of Vertical Elegies 6: Street Mete, Vertical Elegies: Three Works, Vertical Elegies 5: The Section, The Song of Rasputin, Anamorphosis Eisenhower, and Blazon. Truitt was born in Washington, DC, and raised there and in Tokyo, Japan, and holds degrees from Kenyon College, Brown University and the University at Albany. He currently teaches in the Language and Thinking Workshop at Bard College and is Managing Director of Station Hill Press in the Hudson Valley, where he lives. For more on Truitt, including his AV works, go to www.samtruitt.org 

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1 from Verticle Elegies 5: The Section

my first discovery of nature was through television

 

on the roughly cemented brick wall out back a block of sunlight

the world began to take its form in and will

 

task the mind

a scherzo of branches flung crisscrossing into the sky 

that is not a human but a mirror

 

all our lives we have sacrificed to the golden calf

braced with coffee and semen like the heroes of old

where the dirt's been rubbed away

 

being a ploughperson of thought at the cutting

explosions the wind littered with candy wrappers

 

the night soft and clear, no wind blows quiet

the cracks which although beautiful are hang-ups

 

but it would have been so different if only we had wrecked

a few miles downriver

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MARYROSE LARKIN lives in Portland, Ore. where she works as a donor researcher. She is the author of Inverse (nine muses books, 2006), Whimsy Daybook 2007 (FLASH+CARD, 2006), The Book of Ocean (i.e. press, 2007), DARC (FLASH+CARD, 2009), The Name of this Intersection is Frost (Shearsman Books, 2010), and Marrowing (Airfoil, 2011)

Larkin 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. She is currently working on  "Twenty Questions for Five Masters" a play for Language Master and voice.

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from MARROWING

Broken how                                                

and I cant

 

grey blinked

and mixed into                       

 

then less than against

her crossing ladder  alone              

 

the sentence swimming           

until the concrete cracked

 

joy contained wilder

a self-eyed wave

 

reading as reading

greater than

 

spinning or standing

less than cell

spun framed and found

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DAVID WOLACH is editor of Wheelhouse Magazine & Press and an active participant in Nonsite Collective. Wolach's first full-length collection, Occultations, has just been published by Black Radish Books. Other books include the multi-media transliteration plus chapbook, Prefab Eulogies Volume 1: Nothings Houses (BlazeVox [books], 2010), the full-length Hospitalogy (chapbook of the same title forth. from Scantily Clad Press, 2011), and book alter(ed) (Ungovernable Press, 2009). A former union organizer and performing artist, Wolach's work often begins as site-specific and interactive performance and ends up as shaped, written language. Recent work appears in or is forthcoming from Jacket, Augfabe, P-Queue, Try Magazine, No Tell Motel, and Little Red Leaves. Wolach is professor of text arts, poetics, and aesthetics at The Evergreen State College, co-curating the PRESS Text Arts & Radical Politics Series there, and is visiting professor in Bard College's Workshop In Language & Thinking. Wolach is currently touring with the experimental music-sound text ensemble Performance Research Group, performing Kenneth Gaburo's opus Maledetto, as well as original works.

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Postoral Poetics of Holiday Inn Express from Hospitalogy

 

on the lamp that is hanged 

dear

cathexis glaze,

eulard was an asshole-

no who am i shouts hang

 

at your pool's edge we can

joke

about the deep end.

i ordered chicken

wings to flap after midnight,

 

had to devour a devour-

ing mode, mastication is not

 

speaking

like you,

in the morning a newspaper

went unread

i must be

from a small town.

among our easily

vacuumed hallway carpets

 

how they smell

of hair closeup and without

obligation,

i am sure of one thing:

 

absent destination

beyond icemachine

 

and those flat 

un-answered

paper flowers,

hot spreads

 

of daily atrocity

in 300 words or less,

 

our language is a future

misunderstanding

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