It’s the SPORK CROWN-SHAPED Reading. It’s at 8pm, this Friday night (11/5) at The Project Lodge. Once there, you will hear poems read by the following exceptional poets who are living and visiting from near and much further:
LAUREL BASTIAN: Laurel is the Halls Emerging Artist Fellow for 2010-2011, awarded by the Wisconsin Institute of Creative Writing. She is on the faculty of Madison College, teaches creative… writing at the University of Wisconsin Madison, runs a creative writing program for incarcerated adults, and curates “CROSSHATXH” a new and dynamic reading series here in Madison. You can read some of her recent publications at http://laurelbastian.org/home.html
JOHN BRADLEY: John is the author of Terrestrial Music, Curbstone Press, War on Words, BlazeVox, and You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know, Cleveland State Univ. Poetry Center, winner of the 2009 Open Competition. He is the editor of three anthologies: Atomic Ghost: Poets Respond to the Nuclear Age, Coffee House Press, and Learning to Glow: A Nuclear Reader, University of Arizona Press, and Eating the Pure Light: Homage to Thomas McGrath, The Backwaters Press. Bradley is the recipient of two National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships and a Pushcart Prize. He teaches at Northern Illinois University.
SETH LANDMAN: Seth lives in Denver, CO, and is a member of the Agnes Fox Press Collective. He has two chapbooks: The Wild Hawk the Sea (Minutes Books, 2010) and Parker’s Band (Laminated Cats Ltd., 2009). Other poems appear (or will appear) in Jubilat, VOLT, Boston Review, Forklift, Ohio, and some other places.
Sample poems from a couple of the authors are directly below:
Stopping by Words
Whose words these are I think I know.
Who can really own them though.
No one will see me stealing here
To watch these words became my own.
My little mouth must think it weird
To mouth such blather far and near
Into your ears, that lovely space
Both angels and cockroaches fear.
You give each word a goodly shake
And ask if this is some mistake.
This tune, on hands and feet, must creep
Out from the dreams of Robert Blake.
These words are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have syllables to keep,
And text to eat before I sleep,
And text to eat before I sleep.
A very small train in silhouette is
a terrible way to travel is
to go back. Will you go back with me?
Your apartment goes back
into the desert in the suburbs at night
try counting the hedges.
When it’s dusk try counting
all of those leaves when you’re leaving
try coming back again.