coming soon
coming up at Poets House—
I’ll be discussing limits and phtantasms of “relief work” in Haiti and Southeast Asia with Celina Su and Alissa Quart at this Belladonna* event. If you come you can get a very special limited edition Belladonna* chapbook of a new poem by me called TWELFTH NIGHT.
from near the sea, like Whitman my great predecessor, I call
to the spirits of other lands to make fecund my existence
do not spare your wrath upon our shores, that trees may grow
upon the sea, mirror of our total mankind in the weather
one who no longer remembers dancing in the heat of the moon may call
across the shifting sands, trying to live in the terrible western world
here where to love at all’s to be a politician, as to love a poem
is pretentious, this may tendentious but it’s lyrical
which shows what lyricism has been brought to by our fables times
where cowards are shibboleths and one specific love’s traduced
by shame for what you love more generally and never would avoid
where reticence is paid for by a poet in his blood or ceasing to be
blood! Blood that we have mountains in our veins to stand off jackals
in the pillaging of our desires and allegiances, Aimé Césaire
for if there is fortuity it’s in the love we bear each other’s differences
in race which is the poetic ground on which we rear our smiles
standing in the sun of marshes as we wade slowly toward the culmination
of a gift which is categorically the most difficult relationship
and should be sought as such because it is our nature, nothing
inspires us but the love we want upon the frozen face of earth
and utter disparagement turns into praise as generations read the message
of our hearts in adolescent closets who once shot at us in doorways
or kept us from living freely because they were too young then to know
what they would ultimately need from a barren and heart-sore life
the beauty of America, neither cool jazz nor devoured Egyptian heroes, lies in
lives in the darkness I inhabit in the midst of sterile millions
the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth
and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are.
-Frank O’Hara
Cathy Park Hong, Mores McWreath, Ariana Reines, Catherine Wagner, and Ronaldo Wilson
with Jack Christian, Heather Christle, Kate Greenstreet, Amelia Gray, Ben Hersey, Dorothea Lasky, Ella Longpre, Scott McClanahan, Ariana Reines, Abraham Smith, Dana Ward, Carolyn Zaikowski
THURSDAY MARCH 7 @6:30 PM AT THE CANTAB LOUNGE, 738 MASS AVE, CAMBRIDGE
with Donald Dunbar, Lucy Ives, Ariana Reines, & Rebecca Wolff
THURSDAY MARCH 7 DOORS @11:30 PM READINGS @MIDNIGHT AT ERBA CYCLES, 535 ALBANY STREET, BOSTON
3. HOLY TRINITY
with Ariana Reines, Justin Taylor, and Adam Wilson
FRIDAY MARCH 8 @7:00 PM AT LOREM IPSUM BOOKS, 1299 CAMBRIDGE ST, CAMBRIDGE
4. THURSDAY
a new chapbook by me from SPORK, debuting at AWP
hey, this happens at 6:30 today! sorry for the late notice.
i’ve been too busy to do things the way i want to. more on that soon.
i’m going to read a brand-new poem called TWELFTH NIGHT. debuted last week in philadelphia.
come out!
PS DO YOU LIVE IN PHILADELPHIA AND CAN I WATCH THE SUPERBOWL WITH YOU
loading…