Please join the Switch for a special Friday the 13th reading with Julian Talamantez Brolaski, Rodney Koeneke and K. Silem Mohammad.
When: September 13, 7:30 pm
Where: Stumptown, 4525 SE Division Street
Julian Talamantez Brolaski is the author of Advice for Lovers (City Lights 2012), gowanus atropolis (Ugly Duckling Presse 2011) and co-editor of NO GENDER: Reflections on the Life & Work of kari edwards (Litmus Press / Belladonna Books 2009). Julian lives in Brooklyn where xe is an editor at Litmus Press and plays country music with Juan & the Pines. New work is on the blog hermofwarsaw.
Rodney Koeneke is author of the poetry collections Etruria (forthcoming from Wave Books April 2014), Musee Mechanique (BlazeVOX, 2006), and Rouge State (Pavement Saw, 2003), winner of the Transcontinental Poetry Award, along with several chapbooks. An early member of the Flarf Collective, he was involved with Poets Theater and Neo-Benshi events in the San Francisco Bay Area until 2006, when he moved to Portland, Oregon where he currently lives, writes, and teaches British and World History at Portland State University.
K. Silem Mohammad is the author of several books of poetry, including Deer Head Nation (Tougher Disguises Press, 2003), Breathalyzer (Edge Books, 2008), and The Front (Roof Books, 2009). He is a professor of English and Writing at Southern Oregon University.
By Julian Talamantez Brolaski:
horse vision
clock reads 7 at all hours
juncos make selves known in the snow
this time dawdling
I write in horse, but I see in athabaskan
when it’s time for elevensies, the clock reads 7
what telling fortune therewith
time is a thing that gets spent, like youth, $ and desire
n/t so lovely as a cardinal against the snow
or a tree w/ fruit on it
by the time I have ceased to write this
it will already be 7
adjourned to the park
n/thing will come of n/t
starfish creak inna wood
lurid amulet w/ a fish onnit
sign reads SEVEN all day & at all hours
the dogs curse each other from afar
in dog language
when did the word corrupt begin to take on a moral cast?
horses see in wide angle, and have a much wider periphery than humans,
but with a blind spot in the very center
so if you want to be sympathtic to a horse say sucks
about those blinders
or if you want to make fun of a horse, tell them
they can’t even see whats in front of their face
By Rodney Koeneke
young historian’s scoring rubric
It’s why we have opium—to blaze
and nod on a scale whose pain
is my thesis forgot in a mesh
of working parts. To follow sirens
until they are enclosed by fellahin,
agree to record them, dye them cerulean
while rewriting their papers
in excellent grammar—they paid
for those papers, paper cites directly
a chant one once directed at the Sun.
Analysis is solid, and done
in a historical way, but free
from all history, balloons
on a tether with girl in a picture,
primary evidence let fly away.
By K. Silem Mohammed
Monsters
my friend the tax lawyer is licking his lips
his comment is one of the many, of the crowd
—Jesus, I deserve to be free!
he is a soldier and a liberator
behind the wheel of a big car
down the street it seems
to go like a ray of light
manufactured by the system
and spread via all means
I don’t even know what game
for all the objects
here in the darkness surrounded by filth
there are many more masses
in the form of people walking around
going fast through the alternating banks
the shadowy giants finally catch up
the story was that we make the monsters
these goddamn things and then it’s goodbye
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