While The Poetry Project is on summer hiatus, you can preview the 2014-15 Emerge – Surface – Be Fellowship Application Guidelines & Requirements below. Application Forms will go live on Monday, August 4, 2014 and will be accepted through Sunday, August 31, 2014 at 11:59pm. Check back on 8/4/14 to apply!
Hello Fans of The Poetry Project!
A reminder that our office will be closed for the month of July. And programming is on hiatus till late September. We’ll post our Fall events (our 48th season!) on our site by late August. We had a tremendous year with over 6,000 people attending 82 readings. While we’re away, why not enjoy some of the offerings on our site: Public Access Poetry, The latest issue of The Recluse, catch up on some old Newsletter reading or watch some videos of readings you missed. Thanks for being part of The Poetry Project and see you soon!
The Recluse #10 features work by:
Gina Abelkop, Kostas Anagnopoulos, Anselm Berrigan, Guillermo Filice Castro, Mel Elberg, Peter Cole Friedman, Peter Bogart Johnson, Patricia Spears Jones, erica kaufman, Krystal Languell + Ruby Kapka, Rangi McNeil, Eileen Myles, Angelo Olin, Dan Owen, Yvonne Rainer, Kit Robinson, Judah Rubin, Ann Stephenson, Edwin Torres, Jamie Townsend, and Lewis Warsh
Dodie Bellamy came into my life at a critical time, I was straddling the worlds of university and night life, a day job and porn, yet still broke, barely surviving, depressed, and full of dreams. My advisor at USF, the poet D.A. Powell, knew I was miserable and after reading my work suggested I meet Dodie and apply to the weekly, private workshop she offered as a way of getting out of the trappings of the institution and enter the queer San Francisco I ran away, seeking. At the time, I wanted to be making art and writing but it seemed impossible to go from notes to actualized work, everyone seemed so cool and connected and then I met Dodie who showed me the shit covering all the “cool people’s” faces as she refocused my energies on craft, form, politics, experimentation, and most importantly–continually demonstrated the strength necessary to remain yourself in this apocalyptic world. (more…)
If I were Kevin Killian how would I write this introduction? Kevin’s work is as infinite as Amazon’s breadth of products. For days I was stumped. I went on a power walk listening to Kylie Minogue, singing along to “La, La La, I just can’t get you out of my head,” then discovering the song “Sexercise” for the first time. I felt seduced inside Kevin’s poems, plays, novels, and short stories, gleefully avoiding such realities as housework. Those mirrors you try to clean but they only get more dirty! Kevin’s voice became implanted like the New Narrative CIA, telling me to read his effortless seeming satire. Extreme honesty is the route to delight. Did Killian title a poem “Genital Emotion”? Why, of course! I was laughing so hard I was crying like a baby, then I jerked around the bend to feel sorrow about “the rainbow flag” Killian laments as “all stripes of one sepia.” (more…)
Perhaps to ease your social anxieties here tonight, I have a message from Luswage Amini, “The Great Ravickian Novelist,” who states in her riddle-like-fashion: “There is nothing inherently complicated about attending an intellectual event.” This message is a copy of a thought stemming from a long contemplative walk before Zàoter Limici’s poetry reading, the mid point in Renee Gladman’s trilogy of novels about the far but not too far away place of Ravicka. (more…)
Lyric Sexology Volume 1, just out from Roof Books, takes as its subject the voices of “the truly immortal” in transgender histories. Inevitable figures like Tiresias, Venus Castina, Magnus Hirschfield, Julian Robinson, and Schreber, to name a few, fight the doctor’s diagnosis in Trish Salah’s book. Salah speaks to and for her characters, “Mad for [their] past.” The persecuted, are represented again, often mixing with honesty and vengeance. The Greek goddess meets such modern day backdrops as airport checkpoint security. Salah’s eyes on the back of her head also speak: “Don’t Forget that All Representing is Nonsense.” Her language performs a desire to “see everything.” (more…)
I first encountered Jack Waters’ writing inside his and Peter Cramer’s installation “Short Memory/ No History.” Once inside this room separated from the Visual AIDS, “Not Over” exhibition, I sat on a bed and looked around and started to experience osmosis of many different types of ephemera. I gravitated towards the pile of printed out essays next to photo documentation of past installations of this piece on a little camera screen and a laptop. Here were the installation’s internal organs, ongoing and a part of itself. Near the bed was a waxy apple that wouldn’t go bad and a small Tupperware of pens and white out and markers, which Jack, when he appeared inside the installation, invited me to use to mark comments on the essays. (more…)
What does it mean to “say it out loud?” In her latest book, A Simple Revolution we learn Judy Grahn’s way in to her landmark poems “A Woman is Talking to Death” and “Edward the Dyke.” Grahn also reflects on the struggles of being arrested, interrogated and ultimately discharged for being out in the military in 1960, for what she names the crime of “authenticity.” (more…)