The Lapels Space-Shaped Reading

Sunday, October 10th, 7 p.m.
The Project Lodge
817 E. Johnson St.
Madison, WI
$5-15 suggested donation
(no-one turned away for lack of funds)

Longtime NYC rock star poet EILEEN MYLES and recent Madison rock star poet ANNA VITALE will give an amazing reading for YOU!

Eileen Myles was born in Boston and moved to New York in ‘74. Her Inferno (a poet’s novel) is just out from orbooks.com. It’s about the poetry of sex and the sex of poetry. John Ashbery calls Inferno “Zingingly melancholy.” Her essays, <i>The Importance of Being Iceland</i> received a Warhol/Creative Capital grant. In November she’s Hurst professor at Washington U., St. Louis. Go …to http://eileenmyles.com/. She lives in New York.

Anna Vitale is from Michigan and now lives in Madison, WI (about which our hosts say: “Hooray!”. Her writing’s been published in Model Homes, Shifter, With + Stand, The West Wind Review, and online in Wolf in a Field. Brandon Brown’s OMG is gonna publish a chapbook called Anna Vitale’s Pop Poems, so you can guess what that is. She also edits textsound.org, an online audio mag.

http://readinshaped.wordpress.com

P.S. If you don’t make it to the reading, and want Eileen’s new book, please either go to your local bookstore and ask them to order Inferno (a poet’s novel) from http://orbooks.com/ or else get it directly from the publishers website. No amazon, no Barnesnnoble. Just these ways!

from INFERNO by Eileen Myles

We who write poetry and think about it all the time — who walk the streets that other humans walk, past pizza stands and trees, are citizens meanwhile of a secret country with its own currency that gets exchanged anecdotally, even whispered in the loud thrumming silence of the day, in the galleries the marxist auditoriums jammed bookstores (being jammed with thin and irregularly shaped journals and books and people generally twenty or thirty) the stinking bars where poets meet and read in. In dozens even hundreds of stained and damp diaries the evidence accumulates, notebooks bent from getting shoved in back pockets, or written into during the long nights of the poet’s youth (included here is the bonus time of people who managed to stay young extra long, till forty or fifty, sixty or seventy even, at last croaking then.) All of us whacking back drinks and sipping our beers, smoking of course–several long ones going simultaneously in the ashtray.

The poet’s life is just so much crenellated waste, nights and days whipping swiftly or laboriously past the cinematic window. We’re hunched and weaving over the keys of our green our grey or pink blue manual typewriter maybe a darker stone cold thoritative selectric with its orgasmic expectant hum and us popping pills and laughing over what you or I just wrote, wondering if that line means insult or sex. Or both. Usually both.

Breaststa [an excerpt] by Anna Vitale

My breasts in my pillowcase
My breasts in my jewelry box
My breasts in the litter box
My breasts on the bed.

My breasts in my slippers
My breasts in my laundry
My breasts in the window
My breasts on the rug.

My breasts in the lotion
My breasts in the mirror
My breasts in my sweater
My breasts in my belt.

My breasts in my underwear
My breasts in the rubberband
My breasts in the mattress
My breasts in my scarf.

My breasts in the blinds
My breasts in my coat
My breasts on the hook
My breasts in my hat.

One pair of breasts fits in each
drawer and there are two
drawers in the night stand.

Three pairs of breasts fit in each
drawer and there are two
drawers in the desk.

Five pairs of breasts fit in each
drawer and there are two
drawers in the cabinet.

Three pairs of breasts fit in each
drawer and there are two
drawers in the piece in the kitchen.

Two pairs of breasts fit in the drawer
in the kitchen. Ten pairs of breasts fit
in the kitchen sink.

My tits turn
the knob.
My tits turn
the lock.

My tits slide
the dimmer.
My tits slide
the light.

My tits drop
the table.
My tits drop
the radio.

My tits break
a dish.
My tits break
a cuke.

My tits do the hustle
and tag my tits
that do the roger rabbit
that tag my tits
that do the cabbage patch
that tag my tits
that do the MC Hammer
that tag my tits
that do the perculator
that tag my tits
that do the tootsie roll
that step.

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