Posts tagged “poetry”
June 4, 2012
Hey Berkeley and Bay Area!
World-renown author Barry Gifford will be reading from his new poetry volume Imagining Paradise at Moe’s Books on June 4th at 7:30pm.
Moe’s is located at:
2476 Telegraph Ave.
Berkeley CA 94704
Click here to learn more!
May 31, 2012
Yo San Francisco!
Barry Gifford, author of over 40 books of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry–including Wild at Heart, will be reading from his forthcoming poetry book Imagining Paradise (April 2012) at City Lights Books on May 31, at 7:00pm. He’ll be joined in song by the writer and singer Willy Vlautin.
Click here to learn more!
City Lights Books is located at:
261 Columbus Avenue at Broadway
San Francisco, CA 94133
phone: (415) 362-8193
October 9, 2010October 9, 2010, 8:00PM, Martin Douglas will be the The Home Of. in Brooklyn, reading from his poetry collection, Once You Go Back. The Home Of is a rear house located one block from the 4th Avenue and 9th Street subway stop, serviced by the F, R, and G trains, in the Gowanus section of Brooklyn. For more information on the exact location visit http://thehomeof.org/.
February 5, 2010Bookslut has just reprinted three poems from Some Kind of Cheese Orgy, the most recent poetry collection from Linh Dinh, author of Blood and Soap, Fake House, and the forthcoming Love Like Hate. Check them out here. I Owe You These Lines Welcome, friend, I give you My very best friend, to eat. I did not kill my best friend, friend, Although I did rejoice at his death, As I would rejoice at your death, As you would, no doubt, fall over Laughing at news of my demise. With the sharpest or dullest knife, Whatever’s handy, I’ll point the tip Of my blade at your jugular vein, Observe your jiggling jaw, ask About your questionable taste In wine, painting and poetry. Fall is my favorite season, I somberly reflect, As your blood pools in the sharp morning air, As I incise a clean cross on your funny belly, As I gut you, glancing over my thin shoulders. —Linh Dinh
August 25, 2009"He was shaving when the president called," Margaret McNamara said, letting me and my Times photo gear into their Birmingham, Michigan, livingroom. "We were drinking Martinis. Do you want one while you're setting up? I know you met him at Ford in 1953. He loves the book you did and your picture of him in Fortune. That's why he took your call. You said the magic word — Ford." Sitting next to the warm fluttering lady whose life was about to transfer to Washington forever (to do much for needy children, as it turned out) I sweated cold for no discernible reason. I mindlessly thought the arcane word: doom. I would be right, eventually, because this precise moment in this precise man's precise life, far from anything I'd precisely learned going to war instead of college would be the infant step leading to McNamara's ultimate march of 56,000 kids like yours and mine to death. So much for taking violent evasive action based on prescient knowledge. . . — from Art Shay's Snapshot of a Strange (Love?) Before His Time, at swans.com