December 4, 2010

December 4th: Nicole Mauro

Going Rogue
(When I Heard the Song of What I See)
by Sarah Palin, Emily Dickinson, and Nicole Mauro  

Then, a trap.

The black-suited, laptop-toting condom-wearing bananas who said they began as single-celled organisms that developed into monkeys who eventually swung from the trees came to me with stories, stories about duplicating creatures—mammoths with horns boinging not out of fjords, but beekers. On the continent of Iceland. Right in front of Scotland and the Chinese.

My face sliding off in the sunshine. Despite, the world vision of Cashmere I confidently see… 

…the insects pass, but then they’re telling me that my pupils are small houseflies in the grass, and that these insects’ ancestors have always been trapped. In amberrock—like me. And then they’re telling me that the amberrock we’re all trapped in is from BC. And then they’re telling me that these insects in amberrock from BC are from what sprang my son Track. And you. And me. And then I said Nah, Earth’s bits of little blackness are just places where the whites of our eyes have rolled back. It’s like the condom has tightened, you see. It’s like there are two kinds of Summer’s Army—the one in California is a cluster of pansies, or scrub on the alluvial plane; the other in Fallujah is the one where bittervetch seed sticks to the buttstock of an M-16.

Same difference, I know. Both are situations—one is crunchy green, and the other a mass in Asia Minor flowergrow. 

Sing with closed lips, migrant/soldier. Whose feet know the flat earth, despite its other eye, the round world—whose   bits come in bundles, in parcels, in blow-apart batches. Lest anybody spy the blood. There are not enough traps for the houseflies. Nor houses, for that matter. 
 





Nicole Mauro’s poems and criticism have appeared in publications such as Jacket, How2, Western Humanities Review, and absent, among others. She is the author of six chapbooks, one full-length poetry collection, The Contortions (Dusie Books, 2009), and her second book, Tax-Dollar Super-Sonnet Featuring Sarah Palin as Poet, is forthcoming from Black Radish Books in 2011. She is the co-editor of an interdisciplinary book about sidewalks titled Intersection: Sidewalks and Public Space (with Marci Nelligan, ChainArts, 2008). She lives in the San Francisco bay area with her husband Patrick, and daughters Nina and Faye, where she teaches rhetoric and language at the University of San Francisco.
 

December 3, 2010

December 3rd: Kirsten Kaschock

HEARTH 
or 
YOU DON'T NEED A CHIMNEY IN GEORGIA

Without sin, I’d have no one to love--no one 

around whom to organize my love
as furniture gathers itself around a television. 

Love: the semi-circular arrangement of love-like 
feelings around an object designated for love.  

No sin means no locus for passion.  No crux.  

Sinnerless--I’d have no center in which I might be 
entertained, no soft place to sit and, like a gun, focus 

all of my terrible energy.  No site on which to 
rivet my love like love was eyes or fasten it all 

buttony—round and remote but intent 
upon the docudrama of the sinner's life

—which is sin, which I hate.



 Kirsten Kaschock's first book of poetry, Unfathoms, is available from Slope Editions.  A Beautiful Name for a Girl is upcoming from Ahsahta Press in January.  Her first novel, Sleight, is scheduled to be published by Coffee House Press in 2011.  She is currently a PhD fellow in dance at Temple University.  Kirsten will be making merry with her three sons and their father and partaking in both much egg nog and joy.


December 2, 2010

December 2nd: Melissa Severin


Your Own Personal Advent

Life attempts to unregret itself.
The sky is a sign:

Venus and Jupiter reflect a decade, a mis-
incarnation. Leaving home

backs get smaller, unfamiliar
obstacles like the river's name

you misspelled. Aggrieved,
the trains ebb out of stations,

clouds as snow from planes
above them. Both of us

have luck. Behind a steeple
the nine of cups and king of wands

intoxicatingly disregard careful
wishes. They prefer unpredictable games

to keep you near. The pleasure,
the pain sing along--

twin saws bowed with sugars and stains;
take this moment and bask in it.

These are the makings undoing
themselves. These are the best

and worst times felled in every forest.
One gone among many.



Melissa Severin lives in Chicago, IL. Her chapbook, Brute Fact, is available from dancing girl press and she sometimes writes about Liverpool FC at Empire of the Kop.

December 1, 2010

December 1st: Dana Guthrie Martin

To Eggnog
Eggnog, you are a good candidate for governor
of my mouth: You require so little of me
and give so little in return. I am excited
about the phlegm you produce in my throat;
it’s as if senility has set in, finally. Come here,
let me show you what pi means. It is like a woman,
going on and on about nothing. Pi never ends,
the way your flavor does not end. You agitate
my palate and make an informal home
of my gastrointestinal tract. The same quandary
always separates us, like this elegant expanse
of IKEA laminate. Tired of your liquidity,
I want you to harden into bone. You, tired
of my nullification, want to know why I never
pour you into the glass of your choosing.






This poem is a transliteration / homophonic translation of Catullus. 


Dana Guthrie Martin and her partner live in the Seattle area. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in numerous journals. Her chapbooks include The Spare Room (Blood Pudding Press, 2009) and In the Space Where I Was, forthcoming from Slack Buddha Press. She writes at My Gorgeous Somewhere (http://mygorgeoussomewhere.org). For 30 days, she will be carrying her trash around with her in a clear backpack and reporting on the experience at Post/Think (http://postthink.org).



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October 27, 2010

Leslie Scalapino’s play: Flow (Winged Crocodile) / The Trains

Belladonna* Collaborative Presents:

Tuesday, November 16, 2010; 7:30 pm

Flow (Winged Crocodile) / The Trains
A Play by Leslie Scalapino
Directed by Fiona Templeton,
with Katie Brown, Stephanie Silver and Julie Troost.
Dance by Molissa Fenley.
Music by Joan Jeanrenaud.
Projected drawings by Eve Biddle.
Technical director Ray Roy III.

Flow (Winged Crocodile) / The Trains by poet Leslie Scalapino travels between the left and right sides of the brain, with appearances by a reincarnated Patty Hearst in the 1974 SLA bank heist and a green-winged creature that is part Crocodile, part Michelin Man, and part charging Rhino. Performed by The Relationship, a performance group directed by Fiona Templeton that specializes in innovative language and use of site.

Leslie Scalapino (1944-2010) was the author of thirty books of poetry, poem-plays, essays, and fiction.

Location: Dixon Place: 161 Chrystie Street; New York, NY
Admission: $6

“Scalapino makes everything take place in real time, in the light and air and night where all of us live, everything happening at once.” --Philip Whalen

September 9, 2010

A Tribute to Leslie Scalapino (Day 4 of 4)








(Photo by Thomas J. White)


Leslie Scalapino 1944 - 2010

We honor her passing and celebrate her not ever passing.

"not anticipating, as in happiness -- running out -- before is happy, something occurring does not change that then. experiencing being happy is in the present, that it will be. (Is in the future then, at the same time.)" LS, Zither & Autobiography

Reading Leslie Scalapino is/as an altering act/event. We invited those who knew her and/or her work to write alongside/simultaneously to/of/on her/her writing as tribute. What follows here and in three previous posts is what came. We are grateful to know that her writing will live on in the world, in us, and will continue to be written and spoken about. We thank everyone who responded. We thank Tom White. We thank Tracy Grinnell. Most of all, of course, we thank Leslie.

eds Cara Benson, Elizabeth Bryant, Cathy Wagner


Day 4:

Eileen Myles "from a conversation with Stacy Szymaszek"

"Messing up linear time": Sarah Rosenthal excerpts her interview with Scalapino (originally published here)

Three poems for Leslie by Julian T. Brolaski

Stephen Ratcliffe: Remembering (Reading) Leslie Scalapino: Selected Letters

Simultaneous Multi-Local Mass-Body Rhythm in Leslie Scalapino’s way” : Rodrigo Toscano (Leslie's impact on his life & writing)

Laura Elrick: Leslie Scalapino and The Anti-Production Room

"No Self": Judith Roitman explicates connections between Leslie Scalapino's writing and the Buddhist teachings of Nāgārjuna

Brenda Iijima: "Leslie's books are survival pods"

Adam Strauss: "words mean occurrence—occurrence means splits no hands can handle"

A collaboration between Frances Presley and Elizabeth James: "Leslie had opened up...the possibility of simultaneous collaboration"

"which is real, and the poem is trying to inhabit that"
: E. Tracy Grinnell and Leslie Scalapino in conversation for the Belladonna* Elders Series

From "Eco-Logic in Writing": Leslie Scalapino, in an excerpt from How Phenomena Appear to Unfold (a new, expanded edition is forthcoming from Litmus Press)

Dana Teen Lomax "'the difficulty' (the necessity)"

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Excerpts from "The Dihedrons Gazelle-Dihedrals Zoom" on PEEP/SHOW.

Poets in Need

Leslie Scalapino Scholarship at Reed College