Fabulous reading with Jennifer Bartlett
Friends, check out this collaborative article/poem I did with the brilliant Sima Belmar. It is in the December issue of In Dance magazine called “In Practice: A Dancer Poet Creature Conversation.” We sat for hours talking about dance and poetry and then Sima transcribed our conversation and then we made it into a poem.
Every time, these days, it seems, an equation gets forced. Forged:
and every morning sticks, figure A, for alas, stick figures, it
figures that we awaken in the same rectangle at different points on the time
line, these every days the sum of all our
angles, a beyond-complementary
rate, exceeding three hundred sixty, then three hundred sixty-five, three
days, and angles, a supersaturated moon. Also it is morning
and I am far
from and I cry.
The last ditch grows deeper and I stuff the
world into a quadratic of words, for example: But-I-love-you.
That’s four against three. Far against which cry.
MYTHICAL MAP OF A BIRD
She eats her own form.
Spits out an artery of feathers.
The prey spans old powdery drapery.
origin of coordinates
points in a system of coordinates which serve as a zero point
In the missing of small ponds:
a hat, a phone book, an hourglass,
the lack of a reason.
angular distance, in degrees, minutes, and seconds of a point north or south
The police are a mystery in this legend.
They knock loudly on the door.
They come and go, come and go.
vertical distance of a point above or below a reference surface
I sweep the broken glass. Put up a plywood board.
The kids huddle. A rope of breath
around each exhalation.
horizontal direction clockwise from the meridian
M. lies awake with a flashlight pointed at the door.
I lie awake with a flashlight pointed at her.
We fall asleep without sleep.
group of natural processes including weathering, dissolution, abrasion, corrosion
A spectral relief in the garden.
I draw inside avium animalia.
I remember something more.
an image not broken into dots by a photographic screen
The sense of viscera on a wet branch.
We look for our bodies in an infinite line.
I want to thank her for shape.
molted flight feather of a large bird
difference in elevation between two adjacent lines
At the café the girls play us a song.
I keep changing my shoes.
They give me amulets.
high water mark
a line or mark left upon tidal flats, beaches, or along the shore of a rivulet
Session 5: “Disability Poetics and the Voicing of Italian America: A Critical Framing and Poetry”
Reading with Adam Giannelli and Denise Leto”
Room: SCE 613
Chair: Roseanne Giannini Quinn, De Anza College
• Adam Giannelli, University of Utah
• Denise Leto, Independent Scholar
Respondent: Roseanne Giannini Quinn, De Anza College
The 51st Annual IASA Conference
October 18 to October 20, 2018
University of Illinois, Chicago
The Conflicts of Immigration Past and Present:
The Position[ing] of Italian and the Diaspora
In Collaboration with the University of Illinois, Chicago; the Istituto Italiano
di Cultura, Chicago; and the Consolato Generale d’Italia, Chicago
Meanwhile, ‘U Urpacchiello Meets O Mangiavvat’ in Levittown
“…Litter’s bad, kinder; pick it and freak
The monster in the garden.
Gagged at the hearing for safety’s sake
A primal scene: Espera Oscar DeCorti
Yoking a canoe through it, past plastics, past the cars.”
Edited by Jennifer Bartlett and Jim Stewart, I am happy to have some photographs in the journal and there is so much wonderful work by a group of amazing artists/activists. Check it out!
Sheila Fiona Black
Fred Everett Maus
Check out the wonderful new issue of the journal Typo 25, edited by Jennifer Bartlett. She curated a beautiful array.