Monthly Archives: December 2011

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: J. P. DANCING BEAR

NOT PERSEPHONE By J. P. Dancing Bear tonight you’re feeling a little vulturish: in your tuxedo: it’s not a pomegranate on your silver tray: and she’s not Persephone: but you offer it to her anyway: she is weary of the … Continue reading

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From the Ashes: An Interview with John Guzlowski

Okla Elliott: In Lightning and Ashes, you make use of what seems like direct family sources (such as the poem “A Letter to my Mother from Poland, October 4, 1952”). What portion of these source materials is rooted in actual … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ERIN LYNDAL MARTIN

BECAUSE THERE WERE PINK PETALS ON THE FIRST OF MAY By Erin Lyndal Martin somewhere sometime I’ll say the last thing that I’ll ever say to you.
 it makes me feel lonely now.     if I see your light on when I … Continue reading

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Gustavo Ramos Rivera

Gustavo Ramos Rivera, Sin titulo, oil on canvas, 48″ x 48″, 2011. GUSTAVO RAMOS RIVERA AT ELINS/EAGLES-SMITH by Matt Gonzalez Since the early 1900s when Xavier Martinez settled in San Francisco, there have been many Mexican-born artists working in the … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: OMNIDAWN POETS: CYRUS CONSOLE

FROM THE ODICY By Cyrus Console What is it with you Tony you describe Everything precisely as it was Even the way you are nodding now On your hands and knees, sort of touching Your forehead to the floor. “Another’s … Continue reading

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Albert Herter

REPORT ON THE PARIS-USA LACANIAN SEMINAR by Albert Herter “In the final analysis I consider the contemporary era to be a kind of interregnum for the poet, who has nothing to do with it: it is too fallen or too … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: OMNIDAWN POETS: KATHRYN L. PRINGLE

FROM FAULT TREE By kathryn l. pringle a perforation appearing, i, wrenched in pain, spoke words each one dropping from my new hole with mass and sound soon the atoms of other’s words fell but no one saw this happened … Continue reading

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