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Event Calendar
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performances
October 22

Alternating Currents Live: Tom Rainey & Devin Drobka Percussion Duo

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Stephen Anderson & Erik Richardson

readings & workshops
October 26

Urban Echo Poets

special events
November 3

Join us on Friday, November 3rd for our 37th Annual Anniversary Gala!

 

Archived readings & workshops
May 8 Friday, May 8
5:30pm, RECEPTION & PROGRAM: $80 INDIVIDUAL | $150 COUPLE; PROGRAM ONLY: $25 ADVANCE | $30 DOOR

 

Join us to celebrate the release of Roberto Harrison's bicycle (Noemi Press, 2015) and Eric Elshtain's This Thin Memory, A-ha (Verge Books, 2015). 


 Roberto Harrison is the author of the poetry collections Os (subpress, 2006), Counter Daemons (Litmus  Press, 2006), bicycle (Noemi Press, 2015), culebra (Green Lantern Press, forthcoming 2015), Bridge of the  World (Litmus Press, forthcoming 2017), as well as of many poetry chapbooks. With Andrew Levy he edited  Crayon magazine from 1997 to 2008. He edits the Bronze Skull Press chapbook series and is also a visual  artist. Check out more of Roberto Harrison's poetry on the Woodland Pattern blog

 

 

A book of transformation, Roberto Harrison’s bicycle proposes the incredible two-wheeled  velocipede as the newest vehicle of enlightenment. The lines of the verse are spokes, the stanzas the strokes of the thighs as they peddle through a recurrent but new teaching. At once subtle and earnest, bicycle is magically perceptive and gentle and wise. There is nothing else like it. Harrison is a master.

                                                                                                                                                 -Peter O'Leary

Eric Elshtain is a homemaker and teaching poet whose poetry, reviews, and interviews can be found in McSweeney's, Skanky Possum, Notre Dame Review, Ploughshares, American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Chicago Review, Fact-Simile, and other print and on-line journals. The author of several chapbooks including The Cheaper the Crook, the Gaudier the Patter  (Transparent Tiger Press, 2004) and Here in Premonition (RubbaDucky, 2006), Elshtain has a full-length book of poetry, This Thin Memory A-ha from Verge Books. He is also the editor of Jon Trowbridge's on-line Beard of Bees Press.

 

Through the non-profit arts education organization Snow City Arts, he is the poet-in-residence at John H. Stroger, Jr. Hospital of Cook County and Univerisy of Illinois Children’s Hospitals where he conducts poetry and art workshops with patients ranging in age from six to 21. He also teaches literature at Ascension Catholic School in Oak Park, Illinois and the Better Boys Foundation in the North Lawndale neighborhood of Chicago. He received his doctorate from the University of Chicago, writing a dissertation about the relationship between poetry and speculative science in the 18th and 19th centuries.

 

This Thin Memory A-ha is a singular, sonically, and rhythmically rich book of poems. Its imperatives—‘keep teeth inside a hailstone; / howl spirals into little deserts / or hypnotize what has fallen / into your hands’—challenge us to re-envision and experience our world, where we must ‘take this light / under which we have nothing not to see.

                                                                                                                                                     -Arthur Sze


 

eat white

 

idiot moon

I vacillate

 

with fevers

and fear

 

and no one hears

my engine

 

silent

animal.

 

all art

is gone

 

for the penetrative

climate

 

more rocks

for the feet

 

of the fern.

we migrate

 

to touch

the apostles

 

of nature

with their removed

 

faces

and a worn door

 

done

by numbers

 

          -Roberto Harrison

 

 

 

Fifth Last Word  

 

            (John 19:28)

 

I’ve sinned sense to slow gold

soaking turns love took

 

so a king could scoff at prophets,

lost sabbaths I gived no cloven huff to.

 

Larceners hung on either side of the Christ

you psalm are out-ranged by a mother’s

 

measure—a woman waking desert’s ands

and rock’s rent body’s crave to be hyssop held up

 

and stayed against a bare record.  It’s song

from then on and palm fronds

 

wrung for centurions overturned by thunder

tumbling lances from who just thirsted.

 

          -Eric Elshtain