Posts Tagged ‘ reading ’

Stephen Page: A Night of Poetry & Music, Part 1, at the Fundacion Ernesto Sabato, 29 Sept 2012. – YouTube

How the Powerful Fear Art: Lessons from John Berger | Literary Hub

Books to Share with Everybody You Can

1984 by George Orwell

Ways of Seeing by John Berger

The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

Aliens and Anorexia by Chris Kraus

Waiting for God by Simone Weil

Postwar by Tony Judt

The Origins of Totalitarianism by Hannah Arendt

Source: How the Powerful Fear Art: Lessons from John Berger | Literary Hub

April 8, 2016 – Art and Poetry in Dialogue at Wadsworth Atheneum with Dennis Barone & Jim Finnegan


Thomas Wilmer Dewing, The Days, 1884–86, Oil on canvas, Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, Gift of the Estates of Louise Cheney and Anne W. Cheney, 1944.32

April 8 – Art and Poetry in Dialogue at Wadsworth Atheneum

▶︎ At Night the Mirrors | Cassandra Gillig

from the album put me in charge of poetry magazine

Source: ▶︎ At Night the Mirrors | Cassandra Gillig




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A Yellow Leaf by Ariana Reines

A Yellow Leaf

Ariana Reines

It’s shivering
Like a little lady rattling her bell
Calling for tea
Quivering in the old style

There’s a red light in Boston
At the close of day
Like the red light of idiocy
All along the bricks
Of Harvard Yard & a blue
Sky so hard & irradiated
In the way of old cinema
Whose screens
Reflect the pops & black
Rot spattered
As though it were something
Perhaps nice
As if to say please
No extra charge
Visualize now the idea of your blind spot
I will even do it for you
As the physical reel unspools
& unspools & you blink
In a dark
Room narrow with shadows
Narrow shadows like avant-gardes

It was a dream that woke up
The Fall

It really is something
A sick feeling
Like stopping lying
A dangerous feeling
Like giving up trying to live as though you were otherwise

As though my mouth could water along the split
Waistlines of all the apricot colored squashes
As though the real pumpkins, horns
Of plenty at my hearth
& in my wealth, my death
Were visibly grinning
Thru the rosebud lip of womanhood
Behind which all the women
I really am (they claim)
Hide behind my face & do their flips
Behind my teeth
In the red darkness there
In my potions
In my chemicals
In the mouth I never use
In my poisonous mouth




Source: A Yellow Leaf by Ariana Reines

A Water Taxi to the Poem by Valyntina Grenier |The Volta

Poet creates first class for transgender poetry

Trace Peterson, poet, author, and editor

Poet creates first class for transgender poetry.