It wasn’t the kind either that would retreat after a tall glass of water, two aspirins or even a mug full of busy tea steamed for several hours. It was like the devil from hell inside him want to come out, but the walls of his throat it seems, were just too narrow.
Click for larger view View full resolution The following dialogue took place on paper in March, 1996: Faith Smith gave a list of questions to Patricia Powell, and she wrote her responses and sent them to the editor of Callaloo.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
with Valerie Wallace
Chicago Cultural Center
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
Blue Hour Reading Series with C. Russell Price and Teresa Dzieglewicz
Haymarket House
Kiss my cheek and think cul-de-sac, think normative fence, think, my love, of all the stars where better versions are breathing, where the soft-focused-wanted me slowly wakes.
– C. Russell Price, “Our Love Transcends Sexuality & Gender & Time & Place; Translation: Not Now, Not Ever”
Watch C. Russell Price’s 2024 reading with Teresa Dzieglewicz at the Chicago Poetry Center:
C. Russell Price begins at 41:47 minutes.
C. Russell Price reading at the Six Points Reading Series for the Poetry Center of Chicago
Listen to C. Russell Price, with Valerie Wallace, read for the Poetry Center of Chicago’s Six Points Reading Series:
When I call him after a proper cry in the office supply closet, he asks what is drowning me today, as if memory is a growing leak, as if he could offer some Oprah level shit.
– C. Russell Price, “Why Can’t My Heaven Be A Mobile Home Park In A Carolina Where I Have Big Hair and Work Reception at My Husband’s Tattoo Parlor?”
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
She saw him sitting in the door of his motel room, half in/half out, two long legs splayed out in front of him. He looked vulnerable, wearing only underwear, and big, unlaced boots. The sun shone on his pale knees, turning them pink.
Vintage poster of Harry Mark Petrakis’s reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago.
…I will burrow once more into the cloisters of my life, exhume the spirits of those I loved. I will revisit the neighborhoods of my youth; call up the visages of old friends and in Homer’s words, “Look both before and after.”
The ninth novel and eighteenth book by Harry Mark Petrakis, who turns 80 on June 5, will be published by Southern Illinois University Press in the same month. Twilight of the Ice is set in the Chicago railyards, in the blue-collar, industrial neighborhoods of the early 1950s.
Marjorie Perloff is the author of 13 books and a few hundred essays and reviews on twentieth century poetry and poetics and visual arts. Her books include Radical Artifice: Writing in the Age of Media, The Poetics of Indeterminacy: Rimbaud to Cage, Frank OHara: Poet Among Painters, Twenty-First Century Modernism, and Wittgenstein’s Ladder: Poetic Language and the Strangeness of the Ordinary.
Read the article by Marjorie Perloff, “Towards a conceptual lyric:”
Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don’t give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry bully for them.
Wednesday, May 8, 2002
Former President of the Poetry Center of Chicago
I keep stamps in odd colors: moss, mauve,
diamond gray. They looked obsolete
the day they were minted.
Feathers that dropped from the sky,
my airedale’s bark, a child’s cry.
Audio recording of the Poetry Center Reading Series featuring Billy Collins, Andrei Codrescu, Ron Padgett, Lucille Clifton, Mark Perlberg, Li-Young Lee, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Anne Waldman, Yusuf Komunyakaa, Lisel Mueller, Ted Kooser, Paul Carroll, Jorie Graham, and Paul Hoover.
On June 2, 2012 Molly Peacock gave a keynote presentation as part of the 50 and Better Conference, cosponsored by The Loft Literary Center and the Hennepin County Library. Molly Peacock is an award-winning poet, creative nonfiction writer, and author of The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begin’s Her Life’s Work at 72.
A city mouse darts from the paws of night.
A body drops from the jaws of night.
A woman denies the laws of night,
awake and trapped in the was of night.
My review of The Paper Garden by Molly Peacock posted last week. The cover and the illustrations of Delany’s work is stunning, and like the multilayered…
Old woman,
enrobed in nothing
but faith
and strands of chiseled hair,
the living tree once hid
those gnarled limbs, that face
worn to its perfect bones
which has seen everything.
Poet Linda Pastan appears at the 2011 National Book Festival. Speaker Biography: Linda Pastan is the author of many works of poetry, including “Carnival Evening,” “Queen of a Rainy Country,” “Waiting for My Life,” “PM/AM,” “The Last Uncle” and her latest work, “Traveling Light: Poems” (Norton), among others.
This landlocked house should grace a harbor:
its widow’s walk of grey pickets
surveys an inland sea
of grass; wind
breaks like surf against
its rough shingles.