Showing posts with label Jen Coleman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jen Coleman. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Rachel Zolf PRESS Report Now on PRESS BLOG, Tangent Reading


This is really an IOU for a fuller report on 2 back-to-back events: Rachel Zolf reading at Evergreen for PRESS on October 15, and my reading with Rachel and Portland poet B.T. Shaw for Tangent in Portland the following evening. 

An IOU, as, due to the sudden death of my mother, I was unable to attend the reading we'd set up for Rachel in Olympia. Elizabeth and I were in Detroit. So THAT particular reading's report will be written out in full on our PRESS blog, along with the audio file of the reading and discussion. I know several were interested in our books that evening, so due to our not having them as promised, feel free to go to SPD and support our small presses by getting your hands on either Occultations, Neighbour Procedure, or both. For now, there's a brief summary of the feedback we got so far up at the PRESS blog.


--------------------TANGENT REPORT-----------------

One day after Zolf's PRESS reading/discussion, we headed down to Portland to give a reading for the Tangent Reading Series, co-curated by Kaia Sand, Jules Boykoff, and Rodney Koeneke. Joining us was Portland poet and The Oregonian editor B.T Shaw. I debated whether to participate in the reading given how terribly out of it I am, but we decided it'd be good for me, a respite of sorts, to go ahead with it, spend some time with some of the most beautiful souls we know. Kaia, Jules, Rodney, and all who came out, including David Abel, Maryrose Larkin, and other Spare Room Collective folks, Allison Cobb, Jen Coleman, Lionel Lints--the close-knit Portland poetry scene, basically--were so kind and generous. 

Having difficulty knowing whether my reading went well or not, things a strange blur at moment, but I did manage to wrangle fantastic poet James Yeary into doing an interactive piece of it, a distraction zone staging in which he's given earphones and a recording of me reading a re-mix of the Bybee torture memorandum, listens and writes what comes to him, while Elizabeth and I are reading the polyvocal section of Occultations that makes use of this document. James is asked to stop writing when the recording ends, stand, and interrupt our reading with his own. He was an excellent sport about it and did some excellent spot writing. When I ask participants to write in similar fashion, i.e., via distraction and in concert with live reading, the work that results then, by author's choice, either becomes part of the ongoing series / cycle "Your Nerve Center Taxonomy" - or it doesn't. James graciously said that I could do whatever I wanted with his writing, which means I get to share it with you here, and later in print form. Note that he was writing this in real-time while having to listen to not two, but three audio inputs. Not that I think the results are bad writing, not at all. But figured I should let you know that James' work is often quite different, often quite precise and sparser. Anyway, here's what he came up with and read aloud last night:

give as an inattention  Scotland
the inatten wash sweet dash
harom figures individual why keekee
inatten service to shock stereo
complicit stereo varies flame the
subject as a form of down the muscle
is indecent our form as a down
inatten using four distortions
two stresses on the plinth debt
debt throu excerpted inactivity
pharmacalogical debt cooperative
repeat space as a pronounced form
an distress an you would like to
less cooperate predisposed to debt plinth
which is a proximate of sewn [seven]
[-dance] 


So, many thanks to James for this. I felt good and cared for all night, got to laugh a bit and, of course, to hear Rachel and Shaw's amazing readings. Rachel's work I know well of course, having heard her read in New York years ago, that reading in fact one of those that helped decide for me to seriously write (by "seriously" I mean semi-consistently).  So, I got what I wanted: to hear her read again, as though Neighbour Procedure is perhaps my favorite book out this year (one of a handful anyhow), it's a different experience hearing her perform the work. Zolf read "Acknowledgment," which I would have requested had she closed out without it. Was just a real kick in the ass hearing the work. And B.T. Shaw's work, which I didn't know very well, having only read individual poems in journals, really drew itself into a complicated conversation with Zolf's work, with Occultations too--each new work responding in some way to the paradoxes and contradictions of art and the "docile body" taken up, used, spent, and otherwise weaponized by neo-liberalism/militarism. Shaw's manuscript in progress, investigating a military officer's murder of his wife, base life, military culture, all of it woven both lyrically and via the found, appropriated, and remixed, the performativity hence situating itself as related to the performativity of Occultations and Neighbour Procedure. For me a really happy discovery of a work! (Not to mention a lovely human being.)

Most importantly for me it was a night that allowed me to feel "in my body" for a moment, and so I thank Jules, Kaia, Rodney, B.T., Rachel,  those who came out, and the Open Space Cafe, for a truly necessary (for me) evening. As does Elizabeth who'd been nearly single-handedly taking care of me for the past few days.


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

If Not for If Not For Kidnap Poetry





Had a really nice time reading for the If Not for Kidnap Poetry Series, curated by Jamaliyeh (spelling) and Donald Dunbar.  Notice that I did not include Jamaliyeh's (sp?) last name in the previous sentence, nor in this sentence, as I don't yet know it.  We traded info, as her books from Octopus and Pilot sound really fascinating.  Once I hear from her, I'll correct this post, and point you out to her work, which she says is online in various places.  Both curators were lovely hosts, and the house--the living room the size of a small gallery--was warm and inviting.  

I read from three books, soon forthcoming--from Prefab Eulogies Volume 1: Nothings Houses; Hospitalogy (chapbook); and Occultations.

Was great to hear Jen Coleman read again, and to hear her read for longer than when we read last at EconVergence Conference.  I really love her work, its revelry in sub-dominant languages, its word play, its subtle yet cleaving allegories.  I'm going to have to get one of her books asap, knew that before last night, REALLY know that now.  

Was also great to see old friends who turned out: Jules Boykoff, Wheelhouse editor Lionel Lints, and amazing poet Allison Cobb, who generously helped with the reading, by contributing to Occultations by being the pivot of an on-the-spot occultation, writer thru a set of prompts. Since finishing this section of the book, I've been trying out various modes of a) performing the polyvocality of it, and b) decentering its prose further than it already is on the page by asking "audiences" to generate text, to actively be "authors" of some of the bracketed lyrics that circle round, sometimes overlay, the central block of prose.  This time Elizabeth Williamson performed both dominant voices, read straight thru, & I indicated a break in the prose (where the bracketed lyric begins) by taking a photo of some detail in the room.  I got a pretty good record of what Donald et al. keep in their home, what books are on their shelves, etc.  This could make a nice coffee table book: "The Dunbar Home."  Any case, while E read & I photographed and indicated by my body position, Allison was given a small audio recorder with earphones that had a recording of other parts of Occultations on it.  She was asked to press play, then write whatever came to mind as she divided her attention between the public & the private reading.  Once the recording would end, Allison would then stand & interrupt the reading, give a reading of what she wrote.  Not everyone in the room knew that Allison was an amazing poet, so when she read (about half way into our performance), people were audibly stunned.  "Finally, some good poetry!" went their eyes.  It was very cool, & I'm really happy she agreed with good humor to be part of it.  Oh, & here is what Allison wrote:

this documentary has been leaked from a muscle a marriage   line as largesse of spiders wants. A room the room that can't hear you reflecting on   on    on eyes as eyes weaponized. Your line. It shined. Refleshed. Large-ish. You look fit!  I was just trying to be slash funny. I wanted you all to think backspace we control-z I mean I had said something shiny looking into the heart of light, the appendix. Now, now. Now will I draw you a picture you can't squeeze inside your eyelid even if you wanted to be a neo, neo -- nevermind. Scratch. I wrote that just as Elizabeth said it. Last time something like that happened a plane p  p   p    plane ran into a building. True story but it's a long one. I'll wrap this one up.

Without the rest of the text, this writing seems a bit out of the blue, so... Also realize that this was a distracted Allison writing without editing.  Since it makes for compelling poetry in its own right, perhaps imagine what work is spun when she has time to work a poem, to be deliberate, to sustain a thought.  If you haven't read any of her work, I'd highly recommend doing so.  So, it was a fun night, with some really good live music between the two readings. Thanks much to the curators for inviting me.   

Photos: audience; Jules Boykoff, blurry Jen

 

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Reading from forth. Books @ IF NOT FOR KIDNAP POETRY SERIES, Portland



Tuesday, November 24th at 7:30 or so: David Wolach, Jen Coleman, Ashley D'Avignon Goodwin and Kenny Anderson

Who: poets David Wolach and Jen Coleman, visual artist Ashley d'Avignon Goodwin and musician Kenny Anderson
When: Tuesday, November 24th at 7:30
Where: 3968 SE Mall St., Upper Floors
Etc.: Bring food or drink to share, or maybe throw some money in for beer. Bring extra cash you've got laying around in case anyone's hawking anything. Bring something to hawk. Or just show up with your lovely self.
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Also of note, Reb Livingston of No Tell Motel is running the annual Best Poetry of 2009 Holiday list up at the No Tell Motel blog.  I'm not one for holidays or "Best Of" anything, but this is a different beast.  It's a way to highlight myriad independent press titles, using the holidays as a way to give exposure to poets & presses that do not normally get such a bump.  Let's face it, the poetry book rarely sells.  And No Tell's list does a good amount of lifting here.  The Wheelhouse/David Wolach list goes up Weds.  It was very difficult to pick works, so I decided to list books that a) I love, that b) came out in 2009, and that c) have not yet been represented on the site and that have a good chance of not getting on the site otherwise.  So many great books, such as the new books by Ana Bozicevic and Rachel Levitsky, just to name a couple, are up there now.  Here's ours:
--Rob Halpern, Disaster Suites (Palm Press)
--David Buuck, The Shunt (Palm Press)
--Erica Kaufman, Censory Impulse (Factory School)
--Jane Srague, The Port of Los Angeles (Chax Press)
--Jules Boykoff, Hegemonic Love Potion (Edge Books)
--Carla Harryman, Adorno's Noise (Essay Press)
--multiple authors, kari edwards NO GENDER: Reflections on the Life & Work of kari edwards (Belladonna Books/Litmus Press)
--Uche Nduka, Eel on Reef (Black Goat)
--CA Conrad, The Book of Frank (Chax Press)
--CJ Martin, WIW?3 (Delete Press)
--K. Lorraine Graham, Terminal Humming (Edge Books)
--Mark Wallace, Felonies of Illusion (Edge Books)