A jam-packed weekend of experimental poetry --
with Lyn Hejinian, Joan Retallack, and more --
right here in Portland!
Friday 2/8: Symposium & readings at PSU
Saturday 2/9: Symposium & readings at Lewis & Clark
Sunday 2/10: Spare Room reading
Friday, February 8
2:00 - 4:00 pm
Lyn Hejinian, Joan Retallack, Hank Lazer, Marjorie Perloff
Symposium on Radical Poetics and Avant-Garde Poetry
Portland State University, Smith Memorial Union, Room 238
Perloff will offer a critical perspective on the tradition of
avant-garde or experimental writing, and each of the three poets will
give a brief reading. An open conversation with the participants will
Saturday, February 9
1:00 - 5:00 pm
What's the Use of Poetry?
Two poets and a critic attend to experiments with language and form—the
“radical artifice” of contemporary poetries—in search of what it means
to live in the complexity of today’s world.
Lewis & Clark College, Smith Hall
1:00 - 2:00
Unoriginal Genius: A Genealogy
With Reflections on the Poetics of Lyn Hejinian and Joan Retallack
(Lecture by Marjorie Perloff)
2:15 - 3:30
Poetry Readings by Joan Retallack (2:15-2:50) & Lyn Hejinian (2:55-3:30)
3:45 - 4:45
Panel Discussion: Marjorie Perloff, Joan Retallack, Lyn Hejinian
with a reception & book signing to follow
Sunday, February 10
Spare Room presents
Hank Lazer & Laura Feldman
New American Art Union
922 SE Ankeny
$5 suggested donation
Monday, January 14, 2008
here's an andrew k. peterson poem from bimbo jim, 2oo7:
For Travis #2
You there, or me here, or
You and me here, or there, you
Hear me, you or there
Here's me, there. Or you
Or me, or here, or there
Or you here, me, there
You and me, here or
There, where we are there's good
and here's me a week ago unconscious of (or selectively not remembering) the peterson poem i had read and loved just months previous:
I'm here. Right here. In my blue shirt. I can see
you. Your eyes. I'm right here. Here. Your
eyes. Your eyes. You there. Me here.
A moment. Your eyes. Right here. A moment.
I'm here. I'm here with my blue shirt. My eyes.
My, I'm thinking of you. There. You. There
I'm thinking. Here in my blue shirt.
...is('nt) this theft?...is('nt) this language reeking its havoc?...is('nt) it a kind of love?
Monday, January 07, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
The gentleman in the near distance is Ryan. Early in life we dared each other to lick dust off the top of his mother's china cabinet and take shots of cinnamon schnopps. He visited the humble Legnbass abode recently, wherein he sifted through our kitchen drawers while we slept, wherein he discovered a large bag of popsicle sticks intended for a spring birdhouse project. The popsicle sticks are now scattered in random locations about the house, engraved with various musings.
Below, in the order they were discovered, are the locations and respective musings.
the bathroom medicine cabinet: Twist--A winding departure from flatness
hallway utility closet: 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 502 (reverse side) Extreme Panther Percolator
coffee cup, clean, in cabinet: Clean Ferguson
christmas tree branch: Valid Name
bathroom closet, top of door frame: Mustachioed Magnet
refrigerator crevice: Jack Be Thimble
bathroom shelf, decorative loofa: Twig Sausage
These discoveries have been ongoing since December 29, and the number remaining to be found is unknown.