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Event Calendar
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film & video
November 17

aCinema presents Spatial Corrections

readings & workshops
November 19

Poetry Reading: Santee Frazier & Franklin K.R. Cline

readings & workshops
November 21

Offsite Talk: Native American Identity & the Politics of the Poetic Image 

readings & workshops
December 3

Ultimate Truth Poetry Reading and Book Release

readings & workshops
December 6

Heddy Keith author of Through it All

readings & workshops
December 9

Poetry Reading: Tonya M. Foster & Samiya Bashir

performances
December 10

Alternating Currents Live presents Nicole Mitchell Quartet

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

K. Silem Mohammad

K. Silem Mohammad is the author of Deer Head Nation(Tougher Disguises, 2003), A Thousand Devils (Combo Books, 2004), Breathalyzer (Edge Books, 2008), and The Front (forthcoming from Roof Books, 2009). He is currently working on a project entitled The Sonnagrams—anagrams of all 154 of Shakespeare's Sonnets. He edits the poetry magazine Abraham Lincoln with Anne Boyer, and he teaches at Southern Oregon University.

Selected Poems

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K. Silem Mohammad

 

My healthy feelings have the cutest pants,
From hotsy Maoist ass to slutty heel:
Moneyless value activates romance
In all the vexed emotion they reveal.

Although they'll fade in time, they haven't yet,
Unmoved by Hayakawa or vermouth,
And unaware how deeply they'll regret
The sensual French toilet seat of truth.

Omnipotent canonical design
Has stolen Lenin's tonsils like a thief:
This shows us Vedic law is doing fine,
But where's the frontier justice? Where's the beef?

Where is the glove the foe would see as white?
Where is the bloody sonnet in this shite?


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[from Sonnet 148 ("O me, what eyes hath love put in my head")] 
 


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K. Silem Mohammad Behold how snotty footmen don't allow
Untutored youth the trivium to mar;
How vitamin deficiency is now
All white-hot, minty-fresh, and rated R.

How blatantly unhappy has become
The overflowing, stuffy dorm of death,
Which heightens ethnohistory for some;
For others, only hikes the price of meth.

Monotonous mimesis holds us mute;
Tamale mongers oft fly half awake;
Sophisticated kittenhood is cute;
Non-Bolshevistic manatees are fake.

Hop in and pet the newly-painted pony,
And tape a tinny tweeter to the Sony. 

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[Sonnet 149 ("Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not")]