27 OCT 06
I'll be reading at the KGB Bar in Manhattan tomorrow night (Saturday, October 28) at 7 pm. Maybe I'll see you there?
The reading is a Konundrum Engine Literary Review event, featuring five poets whose work has been in the journal.
The festivities will be hosted by KELR poetry editors Rachel Moritz and Juliet Patterson. (Rachel's chap The Winchester Monologues was the 2005 New Michigan Press chapbook contest winner; Juliet's book The Truant Lover was chosen by Jean Valentine as the winner of the first Nightboat Books prize--she's in the midst of a Northeast tour.)
I'm excited to be reading with Matt Henriksen, Henry Israeli, Stacy Szymaszek, and Mark Yakich.
Matthew Henriksen co-edits Typo and Cannibal and co-curates The Burning Chair Readings in Brooklyn. horse less press recently published his first chapbook, Is Holy.
Stacy Szymaszek is the author of Emptied of All Ships (Litmus Press), Pasolini Poems (Cy Press), Mutual Aid (gong press), and There Were Hostilities (single press). Sections from her long poem "hyper glossia" have appeared as a chapbook from belladonna* books. She curates the Monday Night Reading Series at The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church in New York where she also serves as Program Coordinator.
Henry Israeli's books include New Messiahs (Four Way Books) and Fresco: the Selected Poetry of Luljeta Lleshanaku (which he edited and co-translated, from New Directions). He is the founder of Saturnalia Books and the Literary Editor of Dragonfire.
Mark Yakich is the author of Unrelated Individuals Forming a Group Waiting to Cross (National Poetry Series, Penguin) and The Making of Collateral Beauty (Snowbound Chapbook Award, Tupelo Press). Dig his site.
KGB Bar is at 85 E. 4th St. (between 2nd and 3rd Ave.) in New York City. Take the 6 train to Bleeker St. station or the F to Lower East Side 2nd Ave.
Yeah, that's Malkovich as Teddy KGB in Rounders.
KGB's tell with the oreo cookies, especially when he listens to the oreo separating--doesn't it bring to mind how poets are always listening for their poems?
You know, keeping an ear out for that sound in the language that is flowing by us all day long.
Sure.
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