Cecilia Llompart 03. 11. 2017

On November 3, 2017 Cecilia Llompart will read new works with Poets Live.
Cecilia Llompart was born in Puerto Rico and raised in Florida. Her first collection, The Wingless, was published by Carnegie Mellon University Press in the spring of 2014. The recipient of two awards from the Academy of American Poets, Llompart’s work has been included in various anthologies and has appeared in journals such as Gulf Coast, TriQuarter!y, The Caribbean Writer, WomenArts Quarterly Review, and Clockhouse Review. Most recently, she has served as guest editor for an issue of Matter: A Journal of Political Poetry and Commentarythemed around the subject of displacement and displaced peoples, and serves as chair of creative writing for The Blue Ridge Summer Institute for Young Artists, interned for The Paris Poetry Workshop, and founded New Wanderers, a nomadic poetry collective that sponsors poets on long term travel projects.

Do Not Speak of the Dead

 

“They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”
—Mexican Proverb

I was born among the bodies. I was hurried
forward, and sealed a thin life for myself.

I have shortened my name, and walk with
a limp. I place pebbles in milk and offer

them to my children when there is nothing
else. We can not live on cold blood alone.

In a dream, I am ungendered, and the moon
is just the moon having a thought of itself.

I am a wolf masked in the scent of its prey
and I am driven—hawk like—to the dark

center of things. I have grasped my eager
heart in my own talons. I am made of fire,

and all fire passes through me. I am made
of smoke and all smoke passes through me.

Now the bodies are just calcified gravity,
built up and broken down over the years.

Somewhere there are phantoms having their
own funerals over and over again. The same

scene for centuries. The same moon rolling
down the gutter of the same sky. Somewhere

they place a door at the beginning of a field
and call it property. Somewhere, a tired man

won’t let go of his dead wife’s hand. God
is a performing artist working only with

light and stone. Death is just a child come to
take us by the hand, and lead us gently away.

Fear is the paralyzing agent, the viper that
swallows us living and whole. And the devil,

wears a crooked badge, multiplies everything
by three. You—my dark friend. And me.

(as featured on Poets.org)

Andrew Spragg 03. 11. 2017

On November 3, 2017 Andrew Spragg will read from his new book, Now Too How Soon with Poets Live.

Andrew Spragg was born in London and lives there. He has written for Bonafide, His Eros, The Quietus and PN Review. Recent books include Tether//Replica  (Spiralbound / Susan Press, 2015), OBJECTS (Red Ceiling Press, 2014), A Treatise on Disaster (Contraband Books, 2013) and To Blart & Kid (Like This Press, 2013). On November 3, 2017 Andrew Spragg will read from his new book, Now Too How Soon with Poets Live

reach or be at the meridian

 

A tour on the surface, rise to the water,

skirting an edge and talking to things.

Curl in a summary and commencing leg work,

finding a connection to ply with another

despite it, ever, the little hands and paces

walking forever, until the surface –

 

 

STEVE DALACHINSKY 03. 11. 2017

Poet/collagist STEVE DALACHINSKY was born in Brooklyn after the last big war and has managed to survive lots of little wars. His book The Final Nite (Ugly Duckling Presse) won the PEN Oakland National Book Award. His most recent books are Fools Gold (2014 feral press), a superintendent’s eyes (revised and expanded 2013/14 – unbearable/autonomedia) and flying home, a collaboration with German visual artist Sig Bang Schmidt (Paris Lit Up Press 2015). His latest cds are The Fallout of Dreams with Dave Liebman and Richie Beirach (Roguart 2014) and ec(H)o-system with the French art-rock group, the Snobs (Bambalam 2015). He has received both the Kafka and Acker Awards and is a 2014 recipient of a Chevalier D’ le Ordre des Artes et Lettres. His poem “Particle Fever” was nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize. Forthcoming from Overpass Press “The Invisible Ray” with artwork by Shalom Neuman.

 

The First Cemetery of Spanish & Portuguese Synagogue (1656-1833 )

inside chinatown’s thigh
near the edge of st. james’ cross
by oliver street
& described as “OUTSIDE the CITY”
lies a dark acre of nameless tombstones
a sweet & sacrilegious monument to judaism
consecrated in 1656
cornered by brick
& bridged by steel & clay
the ashes of ashes
the dust of dust
on this cold & dismal ash wednesday.
a triangle of empty benches
the prickly wild berry trees
lining the black wrought iron
spear-tipped gate
some secret inside the tombs
the vacant geometric forms
so worn & final
resting “en un espacio pequeno y solemne
para Shearith Israel”
a remnant of a prayer for the souls
of the wandering dead
who now repose
in god’s new world.

Steve Dalachinsky nyc 3/4/81=20 THE SCHMOOZE

 

 

 

For more info’:

http://www.amfm-magazine.com/steve-dalachinsky-avant-garde-new-york-downtown-poet-and-jazz-aficionado/

https://www.allaboutjazz.com/steve-dalachinsky-weaving-poetry-with-jazz-steve-dalachinsky-by-florence-wetzel.php

http://urbgraffiti.com/art/steve-dalachinsky-in-conversation-with-mark-mccawley/

15 October 2017 Robert Peake & Paul Stephenson

15. 10. 2017 Robert Peake & Paul Stephenson will read new works from their new poetry books. Reading will begin 19hr at The Tennessee Bar = 2, rue André Mazet 75006 Paris, France.

Robert Peake is a British-American poet living near London. His full-length collection The Knowledge is now available from Nine Arches Press. His previous short collections include The Silence Teacher (Poetry Salzburg, 2013) and Human Shade (Lost Horse Press, 2011).

Robert grew up on the U.S.-Mexico border, in the small desert farming town of El Centro, California. He studied poetry at the University of California, Berkeley and in the Master of Fine Arts in Writing Program at Pacific University, Oregon.

His poems have appeared in a wide range of journals and anthologies including North American ReviewPoetry InternationalIotaMagma PoetryAcumen, and The North. Robert’s essays and reviews have appeared in Poetry International, the Chicago Sun-Times online, and The Huffington Post. His own website consistently ranks as a top poetry blog.

Robert’s poems have received commendations in the Rattle Poetry Prize, the Atlantic Monthly Student Writing Contest, the 2007 James Hearst Poetry Prize, the 2009 Indiana Review Poetry Prize, the 2013 Troubadour International Poetry Prize, and three Pushcart Prize nominations.

Since relocating to England with his wife, Valerie and cat, Miranda in 2011, Robert has given a variety of readings in the UK. He also created the Transatlantic Poetry reading series to bring poets from both sides of the Atlantic together for live online poetry readings, and also built poet.tips–a crowd-sourced poetry recommendation website.

Robert offers one-to-one feedback and support through the UK Poetry Society Poetry Surgeries programme for the Hertfordshire area.

Robert is a technology consultant for PeakePro and Senior Associate with Next Action Associates.

For a full curriculum vitae, click here.

www.robertpeake.com

“I Was Born to Small Fish.”

-from a mis-translated line by Pablo Neruda

They fill the stream with dashes,
clot in dark collections by the bank,
a clutch of minnows sprayed
into life, like torpedoes
from a pregnant submarine.

And I am born unto them,
child of the sardine, goldfish,
pollywog—whatever can swim
in a thimble, dodge change
flipped into a fountain
for luck.

I am not the son
of the marlin, the sturgeon—
the sunfish, around whom
jellyfish revolve like planets.
The smallest of fish
is sufficient to be my mother.

I am from this line of stream-
swimmers, gulf-swimmers, fish
at the mercy of eddies
and wakes, schooling together,
and bursting apart, confusion
and numbers our only defence,
this line, this arc—

hundreds flashing
through a shaft of light—
I call them “family” and
“comrades,” call them
my fish, small fish, birth-right.

 

15 October 2017 Paul Stephenson & Robert Peake

15. 10. 2017 Paul Stephenson & Robert Peake will read new works from their new poetry books. Reading will begin 19hr at The Tennessee Bar = 2, rue André Mazet 75006 Paris, France

Paul Stephenson grew up in Cambridge. He studied modern languages and linguistics and then European Studies. He has spent many years living and working in France, Spain, the Netherlands and Belgium. He completed the Jerwoord/Arvon mentoring scheme and has been published widely in magazines. His most recent pamphlet is ‘Selfie with Waterlilies‘ (Paper Swans Press, 2017). He has published two others: ‘Those People‘ (Smith/Doorstop, 2015) won the Poetry Business competition judged by Billy Collins while ‘The Days that Followed Paris‘ (HappenStance, 2016) was written in the wake of the 2015 terrorist attacks in Paris. He has a diary/blog at www.paulstep.com. You can read a recent interview with Paul here: https://paperswans.co.uk/5-questions-paul-stephenson/

 

Valuation

My mother used to tell people
our house was a pub
in the eighteenth century.
I could see the cobwebbed crates

and woodworm-riddled benches.
Together among the pewter,
we believed in our public house,
conscious of the cavity beneath us.

My father, a true landlord,
would say to every visitor
as they got up to go and he didn’t,
The door is always open.

One day a man with a measure
came to price the place for sale.
Pointing needed doing.
There was no cellar.

 

Marc Nasdor 17. 9. 17

MARC NASDOR is a poet and musician; a native of Baltimore, Maryland who has lived in New York City since 1980. In the 1980s and 1990s he co-produced international literary festivals, and poetry radio, with The Committee for International Poetry. He was Program Director at Poets House and the Gas Station. After a 14-year hiatus from literary activities, Roof Books published Sonnetailia in 2007. His current manuscript is Insurgentes / Avenues. In addition, Nasdor (aka DJ Poodlecannon) is known as a mixed-world-music DJ, whose set reflects the diversity of languages in New York. He has also DJ’d in Budapest and Pécs (Hungary), Nantes (France), Mexico City and Mérida (Yucatan).

http://brooklynrail.org/2016/11/poetry/nasdor-insurgentes-avenues

DJ Playlists:
https://www.mixcloud.com/poodlecannon

Original Compositions:
https://www.soundcloud.com/poodlecannon
http://www.reverbnation.com/poodlecannon