Monday, August 25, 2014

Green Arcade Books, Kevin Killian with Brian Blanchfield, Laura Moriarty, George Albon, and Brandon Som. April 11, 7pm,


The I was fore
under the treelike.
It uttered circles.
A megaphoned whisper.
Study of the vanished.
The copula on stilts.
Where the continents slough.
A speech act in the ladles.


Freedom flaps
reducing you to splinters
Kings to Queens.
We're duplicating all the functions you used to.
Some ancestor of K but less Kafkaesque.
All royalist humbug is all it is.
Marnie and the monotheists.
God had been made man.
The other attribute is to mise en scene.


I'm going to start with a poem.
by what was left behind.
     exchanging ong for som
resonator, Sundays, when time told bells.
Li Po translation called Oulipo.
erasure, the song, sung.
Truth bends when you hum.
Trouble the sea for a song.
Stop writing when I start to hear what he's doing with vowels. Insane vowels. Everywhere.
A bridge of magpies.


[For whoso list to hunt, casually]
Oh sigh into winter.
One hitch 7
The beaten path once beaten will meet
interdiction feel
In poetry too we all face forward.
And let stand a syllogism.
Contempt stirring devotion.
This is the shore of the worst thing possible.
We saved the wrong thing.
The bridge ethically dubious documentary.
Crisis apparition.
An Idaho of unstory.


Remember Cody's.
waltz occupy doubt
The first drum circle.
Debt was not a crime.
Autonomy automizes.
Not losing is not winning.
Mughsot or something gold.
Fact as chance.
Reverse allegory.
Watching what continues to decay.
Boardgames appear and must be played to the end.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Poetry Night @ The Yurt February 21, 2014 Angela Hume, Carrie Hunter, Claiborne McDonald, Eric Sneathen, Nich Malone, and Zack Haber


Medicate the withdrawal of history
diffusely social
to make the body more bearable
beyond the canopy's blot
morning's dehiscence

from separate bodies
     we were the limit
where does the bird end
lodged like yesterday's sex.
Like a tear on the skin
     that does not end.
Hooooo-se (who's) estrogen
all the windows clanging shut
I will fidelity
a temporality of the middle is


To each its own deluge
& the pools cannot be reached by air tongues
each to an each
an undecaying house of planks
chili salt body


So fetish yourself
the echoes stiffen
we die and we die
     and the echoes loosen

ES or NM

the reoccupying memories of our bodies
     I realize I can't sleep without a blanket
common property is arousing

NM or ES

and arguing about verb tenses
a mere helix shell

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Quiet Lightning Book Launch: Zack Haber + Tupelo Hassman, Amy Berkowitz, Carrie Hunter, Stephen D. Gutierrez, Dan Sanders and Stella Peach music April 7, 2014

The violin’s vibrato the fire in the street
The musician doubles
Only the i’s lowercased
The line of smoke you shouldn’t walk through.
Wanting to tell a lie but being prevented.

blind apple freeze hole patch
sugar so as to ruin it.

The mountains don’t care 
The aperture the deluge
The body briefly lent
Rain comes from where I come from — Lindsey Boldt
Ears of the tree
Lets all do Turners like Christ or Nat Turner
As if the market had a heart

Mayhem & hilarity
I’m just giving you a bad time but go on.
As I’ve been told, I’m easy to talk to.
If I’m talking to you I’m going to pay attention to you.
The woman is physically extremely stoic.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Environmental Poetics in the Risk Society: Angela Hume and James Sherry March 18, 2014


On endocrinology.
One might almost think that nothing was wrong.
Non-negotiable contingency.
Sub-social risk theory.
The concept of the threshold.
Risk is ubiquitous, the threshold does not exist.
Touch manifested as symptom.


Against one model alone
The root cause of global warming is desire.
Resist the urge to remove contradiction. Inclusive hierarchy.
The flower or the shrub
color or the shape
External cognition
I don't have this discourse.

(They're living them but we're naming them)

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Hearts Desire Reading Series: Ted Rees, Carrie Hunter & Divya Victor March 15, 2014


The animal reconstituting itself

in red neon
a hell we must affirm
in mausoleum savage
forgettable identities
towards the banality of structure
a more palatable invasion.

Turn them off its gross

the rope from hell 
hemoglobin (from?)
shafting byons
glopt skin
liquefaction guarantees
estuarian silt

Further tinkering with downy (widowy) things

The best Sonic Youth member
hermatic pseudo sea
biblically nameless
kelpy pulsations
severing the valley
jaw vibrating allegro
back pats contortion
portends fungus
aromatic rings necessitates
how sharp the shears
and antiquation
delirium sits on my face
unforgiven crystalline rose
the particle conjuries
unicode attempts
(a millay of)
stone and spiderwebs
jism all over my tusk
dihedral cumulous severance


The same week I decided to trim my eyelashes.
A cat because its soft.
You’re kissing the TV again.
Small bay birds.
And then I would eat you.
From now on all your scars will be of your own making.
An attempt to collect all my moles to make a molehill.
As the damp makes them drop to pieces. 

Friday, June 20, 2014

Woolsey Heights presents Alan Bernheimer, Jean Day, Jason Morris, February 15, 2014

I don't follow football but I'm curious.
You will always be the object/subject.
Never felt inherited desperation.
Everything becomes so likeness.
Life is a trigger warning.
I will hurt for you.
Polyphony in all the right places.
Are you really a doctor?
Have you been crying?
anthropomorphic bowing
steel-cut edge
shirt mea terra
in the blue veins of a dry
chirp unheard
I found myself
of touch they are
wheels wheel
don’t belong on the map.
One Ravel.
Copying is hoard and
attention to sky
tendon could survive
her late crown
on primitive nouns
by prior arrangement
how to work the clock
copulations of extra pairs
to my facilities
but not apposite
everything begins with -re
watching others read
no time in man years
Has anyone seen Hermes?
And after that it is all open water
woman who cannot discern when she is loved
Yul the second
undiscovers solitude.
the unironic vocative
“you can do the ragged thing well”

“You can tell its fashion because its unzipped.”

Saturday, June 14, 2014

BE ABOUT IT presents: Rauan Klassnik, Erica Lewis, Kimberly Kim, Carrie Hunter February 7, 2014

The relation of the past has nothing to do with memory.
Everyone is a heart breaker.
We are not this dance but that one.
The difference between jam & jelly.

The glass delusion
believed she was made of cork.
An Abstract heaven.
Everything is distant.
Let me start again.
Dictionary of the visible.
More like a mongoose or a mink than a fox.

Don't wear it, but use it, somewhat (slightly) rectangular, not of any particular color, American, but not a particular region.
This is the one true thing that he said to me.
There are no errors only
epiphanies were so common in our lives.