Archive / C…

RSS feed for this section

Case, Mairead 2016

Wednesday, August 10, 2016
with Holly Amos and Dan Magers
Mars Gallery

Mairead_Case-682x1024

A girl, she’s Tiny. She is beautiful and she knows it, not from arrogance or magazines but because she trusts herself. This is hard, not cute.

– Mairead Case, “Tiny”

Continue reading this story⇒

Read this interview with Mairead Case from Bookslut:

http://www.bookslut.com/features/2015_09_021260.php

We had a small bed so there was room for the keyboard. While I wrote he wore headphones so I just heard clicks. After writing I’d bring a book to bed and he’d take the headphones off. One song on loop. Sometimes I was sleepy so don’t remember anything else.

– Mairead Case, “Nine sounds fifty words, after Firth”

Continue reading this story⇒

Watch Mairead Case read some of her work:

Mairead Case reads at Tuesday Funk #55

No Description

More info on Mairead Case⇒

Coval, Kevin 2016

Wednesday, July 20, 2016
with Jac Jemc
Innertown Pub

KCphoto3

i’d drive down and back
in my mom’s Dodge for the latest
volumes of sound. i’d stutter
and stop and begin again. Lonesome
and on fire. none. no one i knew
rapped. 

– Kevin Coval, “molemen beat tapes”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read this interview with Kevin Coval from the Chicago Tribune:

Louder Than a Bomb about to blow up

A noted Chicago poet named Carl Sandburg once wrote, “I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on the way,” and so there sat one evening last week a somewhat less well-known Chicago poet named Kevin Coval, who is certainly on his way.If everything falls into place over the next months and […]

Watch Kevin Coval discuss writing:

No Title

No Description

More info on Kevin Coval⇒

Clark, Ben 2016

Friday, March 25, 2016
with Kush Thompson
Comfort Station Logan Square

PICT00181-768x1024

Your absence has taken root
in my body, as an apple tree
might, or a dry creek bed
waiting for rain. Certainly
this rooting is a growing
thing, not a stone, perennial

– Ben Clark, “Your absence has taken root…”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read about Ben Clark as one of “8 Young Poets From Chicago To Watch Out For:”

8 Young Poets From Chicago To Watch Out For

Chicago has always been a breeding ground for great poetry meet the new generation.

When I return, the hammer has been placed
again under my pillow, a buck knife
on the bedside table. The same fears
as eight years ago. One friend burns powder
pulls cards, lights candles.

– Ben Clark (with Whitney Seiler), “offerings, protection, or something else entirely”

Continue reading this poem⇒

More info on Ben Clark⇒

Cage, John 1983; 1992

Sunday, September 25, 1983
Sunday, March 1, 1992

John_Milton_Cage_Jr-wikimedia-251x300

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

– John Cage

Listen to John Cage’s 1992 Poetry Center reading:

 

Vintage poster of Poetry in Motion: a film by Ron Mann with Amiri Baraka, Ted Berrigan, Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, John Cage, Robert Creeley, Diane Di Prima, Kenward Elmslie, Allen Ginsberg, Michael McClure, Ed Sanders, Gary Snyder, Tom Waits, Anne Waldman at the Poetry Center of Chicago.

Vintage poster of Poetry in Motion: a film by Ron Mann with Amiri Baraka, Ted Berrigan, Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, John Cage, Robert Creeley, Diane Di Prima, Kenward Elmslie, Allen Ginsberg, Michael McClure, Ed Sanders, Gary Snyder, Tom Waits, Anne Waldman at the Poetry Center of Chicago.

 

Read John Cage’s “Lecture on Nothing:”

No Title

No Description

Check out this documentary about John Cage:

UbuWeb Film & Video: “American Masters” John Cage: I Have Nothing to Say and I Am Saying It

TV Series: “American Masters” (1983) Original Air Date: 17 September 1990 Country: UK 55 min John Cage On His Way With Sound By JOHN J. O’CONNOR New York Times Published: September 17, 1990 Perhaps the most striking thing about John Cage is his ability to reduce just about anyone in his vicinity to a gentle smile.

More info on John Cage⇒

Chin, Marilyn 1999

Wednesday, February 24, 1999
with Mei-Mei Berssenbrugger and Arthur Sze

MC15_480

Yellow gold is meaningless
Learning is better than pearls
A woman without brilliance
Leaves nothing but dim children

– Marilyn Chin, “from Two Inch Fables”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read this interview with Marilyn Chin from the Los Angeles Review of Books:

Elegies, Allergies, and Other Elusions: Marilyn Chin Talks Hard Love | Los Angeles Review of Books

To “make it new” might just mean a Chinese American woman poet writing some badass polyvocal poems to take on the Modernists….

My shadow followed me to San Diego
silently, she never complained.
No green card, no identity pass,
she is wedded to my fate.

– Marilyn Chin, “Get Rid of the X”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Watch Marilyn Chin read her poetry at the Zalaznick Reading Series:

Reading by Poet and Writer Marilyn Chin – Thursday, November 12, 2015

Marilyn Chin reads poetry from her award-winning collection,_Hard Love Province_, as well as selections from her fiction work, as part of the Fall 2015 Zalaznick Reading Series. Cornell University Dept. of English, Hollis E. Cornell Auditorium, Goldwin Smith Hall

Marilyn Chin begins speaking at 6:21 minutes.

More info on Marilyn Chin⇒

Corwin, Nina 1999; 2001; 2017

Thursday, April 19, 2001
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
with Mark Tardi
57th Street Books

Corwin-web

She learned the meaning of industry
From Sunday school sermons on
Protestant virtue,
the third little pig,
the spider not the fly,
and the squirrel putting up supplies
for the barren season–

– Nina Corwin, “Lady Sisyphus”

Broadside of "Lady Sisyphus" by Nina Corwin.

Broadside of “Lady Sisyphus” by Nina Corwin.

Buy this broadside in the Mixed Bags Series⇒

Conceived under a whore’s moon, no doors
on our seventh house, we wear our bodies uneasily
as if our skins shrunk in the drying cycle,
walk both sides of yellow lines
or sit at the edges of chairs, one tooth loose,
the new one pushing close behind.

– Nina Corwin, “Inhabitants of the Cusp”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read this post-interview piece on Nina Corwin from Fifth Wednesday Journal:

http://www.fifthwednesdayjournal.com/an-interview-with-nina-corwin/

Incision to be scheduled in bull’s-eye red.
Enchanted scalpels side-by-side,
line up to make the cut un-kind.
They come to fetch (clip-clop) in step.

– Nina Corwin, “Ligamentary, My Dear”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Watch Nina Corwin read her poem “Variations on a Theme by Pablo Neruda” with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra:

No Title

Original poem performed on a program with the Chicago Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra. From The Uncertainty of Maps (2011). On this Sunday afternoon, I had the wonderful opportunity to perform 3 poems along with the narration for Benjamin Britten’s “Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra.

More info on Nina Corwin⇒

Cummins, Deborah 2002

He sits beside his wife who takes the wheel.
Clutching coupons, he wanders the aisles
of Stop & Save. There’s no place he must be,
no clock to punch. Sure,
there are bass in the lake, a balsa model
in the garage, the par-three back nine.
But it’s not the same.
Time the enemy then, the enemy now.

– Deborah Cummins, “At a Certain Age”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Watch Wes McNair’s Maine Poetry Express video featuring Deborah Cummins:

No Title

Wes McNair’s Maine Poetry Express with Deborah Cummins, Conductor: Are poets and local residents read the best of Maine poetry with Main’s poet laureate Wesly McNair

Once more, in their dumb unknowing,
sandhill cranes are pulled to a place
they must again and again get back to.

– Deborah Cummins, “Passage”

Continue reading this poem⇒

More info on Deborah Cummins⇒

Carpenter, John and Bogdana 2001

Tribute to Zbigniew Herbert
Wednesday, February 21, 2001

john-and-bogdana-jpg

He fell from her knees like a ball of yarn.
He unwound in a hurry and ran blindly away.
She held the beginning of life. She would wind it
on her finger like a ring, she wanted to preserve him.

– Zbigniew Herbert, “Mother” (translated by John & Bogdana Carpenter)

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read this interview between Zbigniew Herbert and John & Bogdana Carpenter from The Manhattan Review:

http://www.themanhattanreview.com/archive/3-2_conversation.html

More info on John and Bogdana Carpenter⇒

Cutler, Bruce 1982

Friday, March 19, 1982

And then your Buick jumps
across the rails as straight
as sonar at a mirror-glint:
there are long rat-tails that kerosene
has swatched across the sky
and a sound
like someone’s strangulation;

– Bruce Cutler, “There is prose in Kansas”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Listen to an interview with Bruce Cutler on journalistic subjectivity:

Watch a video of this interview here⇒

Spraddle-legging through thistle and dry
dissilient milkweed pods. The bunch grass boiling
up beneath his boots in humps, splaying
like surf along a shore. Cursing himself,
the mumping rifle balls, the slickleaved shade

– Bruce Cutler, from “A West Wind Rises”

Continue reading this poem⇒

More info on Bruce Cutler⇒

Curdy, Averill 2013

Thursday, May 23, 2013

I left you where you are:
A humming late summer afternoon
& mottled by shade a man reading a letter
Becomes the image of a man reading
That I am forgetting.

– Averill Curdy, “Ovid in America”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Listen to Averill Curdy read her poetry in the Poetry Magazine Podcast:

Averill Curdy begins at 6:40 minutes.

It will be another artifact when found,
The wallet gone, of course, the phone.
On a metal desk lies the rest tossed
Into the vast, municipal ether, a static
Of things whose signal owner is lost.

– Averill Curdy, “Evidence”

Continue reading this poem⇒

Read this interview with Averill Curdy from AGNI Online:

AGNI Online

A literary magazine named after the Vedic fire-god. Transformative. The writer in witness, the imagination in combustion.

We could be dead and this
our little limbo. Where breathless,
blind, cramped we find
a table laid with the sterling world
we’d lost.

– Averill Curdy, “Dark Room”

Continue reading this poem⇒

More info on Averill Curdy⇒