Posts Tagged ‘ Lynne DeSilva-Johnson ’

The Operating System – ENTROPY

Source: The Operating System – ENTROPY

Book Launch & Readings: Resist Much / Obey Little | Queens Museum

Source: Book Launch & Readings: Resist Much / Obey Little | Queens Museum

MANAGING EDITOR LYNNE DESILVA-JOHNSON ON ALICE NOTLEY’S ‘CULTURE OF ONE’ | The Operating System

Alice Notley

The Operating System.

Interview with Lynne DeSilva-Johnson of The Operating System, part two| Book Culture Blog

 

L-R: Fr. Frank Sabatte, Michael Berube, and Keena Gonzales (all Openings Collective, NYC), Jacob Perkins and Matt Nelson (Mellow Pages), Center: Lynne DeSilva-Johnson, Georgia Elrod (Painter, Heliopolis Project Space), Shana Maurizi (Filmmaker, WORK ONLY), Montana Ray (BLT Salon, Poets House Fellow), and the feet of Kevin William Reed (Drive By Press), and Seldon Yuan (SSCY, Center for Book Arts).

The Operating System Q & A pt 2 | Book Culture Blog.

The Trouble with Bartleby: FIELD NOTES and the RHIZOME : The series grows wild and free! (cross posted from Exit Strata)

The Trouble with Bartleby: FIELD NOTES and the RHIZOME : The series grows wild and free! (cross posted from Exit Strata).

Coldfront » Poetry Festival Preview: Exit Strata

Coldfront » Poetry Festival Preview: Exit Strata.

NAPOWRIMO DAY 23: Penelopeaid by Lynne DeSilva-Johnson / The Trouble With Bartleby

NAPOWRIMO DAY 23: Penelopeaid

As you leave,
it’s not so much the desire to kiss as much as
put mouth on, or
around; that
first and most direct desire to receive via 
– to nurse 
that it might sustain
in your absence.

Perhaps one might
take between lips
a fingertip, as though
it could stay behind;
a reminder, like
a marble or a small piece
of ice, leaving
my tongue recalling
you as it reads this
cool roundness, or
crevice, respectively.

There’s comfort in knowing how
a stone or piece of weathered wood
in the hand
can be the same – a surface to
trace and retrace, erased
of scalar dependencies:
a shoulderblade, a hip,
the hollow of your chest
when you exhale.

and all at once I was there 
at its origin; the first
to know and speak a word –
“touchstone” – 
a small solace 
to hold as you journey, to 
locate in an instant
your star
in the sky.

Lynne DeSilva-Johnson
The Trouble with Bartleby