Michael, thanks so much for providing this opportunity to reflect on and share meaningful aspects of 2012 before rushing on to accrue more experiences.
Texts that moved/excited/instructed me in the past year:
Confession of a
Buddhist Atheist by Stephen Batchelor
Of Indigo and Saffron: New and Collected Poems by Michael McClure
Moveable Type by Kathleen Fraser
Inferno by Eileen Myles
Excerpt from The Ominous Beautiful Bay: The Newest Ginnie Blake Novel by Erin Wilson (unpublished manuscript)
Traffic & Weather
by Marcella Durand
The World Falls Away
by Wanda Coleman
The Katechon by
Michael Cross
Peril as Architectural
Enrichment by Hazel White
I Want to Make You
Safe by Amy King
Ten by Jennifer
Firestone (unpublished manuscript)
Ascension
by giovanni singleton
The
Incompossible by Carrie Hunter
Waifs
and Strays by Micah Ballard
Waveform
by Amber diPietra and Denise Leto
The
New Make Believe by Denise Newman
Continental Drifts by Cheryl Pallant
Writing, eating, yacking in a rented house in Russian River
with a phenomenal group of poets
Crashing Cine/Club, a free SF film program for teens
Reading to a marvelous audience in a room above a pub in central London at a Dusie event with Jennifer K. Dick, Giles Goodland, Tilla Brading, Jeff Hilson, Dez Mendoza, and Frances Presley. Dez impersonated Harry Godwin, who couldn’t attend, and read his poems as best she could given the enormous and unstable mustache she sported. Tilla and Frances read from their minimalist 2011 Dusie collaboration, comprising poems whose words arrange Duncanesque grids—mine has 4 words across and 6 words down. The reader creates her own poems by reading the grids in various ways: throw see local historical hair 6’’. throw Bolivian parakeets away. A few other excerpts of what was read:
From Jen Dick’s Betwixt:
What will hold me back from the conflagration in the
daffodils, Orph?
Forgot the safe word? worlds? This is what I meant by
build it on an estuary, a bayfront beachfront rise to the occasion wave
fronting these tropical airs that have just now reached the Transylvanian fog
rolling in and upwards. Coney Island’s hot lips ’80s replays on the Top 10
Kasey Casem in loafers, leggings and jelly shoes—won’t catch me dead with my
fingers glued to bubblelicious pink stainless steel seating on this rollicking
rollercoaster. Painted white, it makes for a whitewashed story under
Trocadero’s lions. She leapt, or was she pushed? Pulled from the scenic balcony
staring out towards Eiffel’s tower? Unwinged, human flight’s too far for
shallows, not drowned as Icarus, but crushed into limestone, body vaporized:
rock shadow, stone-singed. SHHH—SHUSH
now! He came before you into this dark. A lute. Fluted. Flouting fingernail
grating down the chalkless blackboard. Messages never written, or left. I call
down into the cup of the daffodil shaped like an old telephone line. Can you
hear? Operator. Please connect. Me to. This is. An outgoing. Call. Line only.
Is there someone else? On the other end? Listen. Songbird or sonic waves? Come
into the night. Light glowing bright. Green. What other shade would I be? (His
/ her / my own) silhouette.
From Giles Goodland’s Gloss:
Johnsense, dictioned
glossability.
Johnsensical, chamblic
lexiphant.
Johnsonese, nononsensed
sententiety.
Johnsong, comeonsense culplet.
Johnsonsense, nonand onandsense.
Joyceanic, seasensed overseans.
Joyceanyway, wakelier prolexis.
Joycely, finelegantly waked.
Joycescene, impaginated
anglexicon.
Joycestick, infineganite
worldpay.
Joycetick, oyceanic stairage.
Joycense, instensical lilteracy.
Joycese, colludic ninsense.
From Jeff Hilson’s Organ Music part 5:
All manner of thing is not well
the poem are not a dark fighting flower
after all
it are a speed garage compilation
of the ‘toughest’ anthems
o rosie gaines just when I am getting closer
to my uncontrollable desire
I am closer than I thought
now I’ve gone too far I wanted you
in my karaoke masterclass
where I am the dr & you
are crying like at the end of toy story 3
where old time and new time are really
the same time & andy is also crying
because he is going further than me into the future
with mr cuddles.
The Diwali Festival in Trafalgar Square
The National Gallery
“Timon of Athens” at the National Theatre
“Red Velvet” at the Tricycle Theatre
“55 Days” at the Hampstead Theatre
Classic English breakfast near Euston Square and St.
Pancras, an area introduced to me by Dorothy Richardson in Pilgrimage
Persimmons
Rose-and-lemon Turkish Delight
Poet as Radio, hosted by Delia Tramontina, Jay Thomas, and Nicholas Leaskou
Chris Gutkind’s poetry CD “Larynx 2”
Tangents
Radio hosted by Dore Stein
A Musical
Offering hosted by Mary Berg
WQXR’s Q2
(new music, streamed)
Aperture magazine, thanks to a gift subscription from my sis
Agnes Varda’s films
Marwencol, a documentary about the artist Mark Hogencamp
The Bicycle Thief, directed by Vittorio De Sica
Bimal Roy, directed by Pather
Panchali
THANK you for this kind inclusion on your exciting post! I also really lived in the writings of Eileen Myles this year! I love Kathleen Fraser's work and do not have the book you mention--so thanks for letting me know about it. And thank you again for the lovely review of the evening in London. I look forward to also encountering more of your wonderful poetry this year! Best, Jennifer K Dick
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