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Event Calendar
readings & workshops
March 22

Community Conversation About The Round House 

special events
March 24

Anne Kingsbury passes the torch to our new directors!

readings & workshops
March 28

Poetry Reading: Sherwin Bitsui & Bojan Louis

readings & workshops
March 29

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
April 4

Creative Open Mic “Show Your Love of the River” Sharing & Member Meeting

film & video
April 6

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
April 11

Poetry Reading: Luci Tapahonso and Margaret Noodin

readings & workshops
April 14

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series: Lo Kwa Mei-en

readings & workshops
April 17

Poetry Reading and Conversation with Roberto Harrison @ Brown Deer Public Library

April 19

Alash Ensemble

April 21

Woman: Frailty Thy Name, works by Renee Baker

April 22

ACL presents Renee Baker Quartet, Visual Dark Scratch Suite

readings & workshops
May 2

Poetry Reading: Rena Priest

May 13

Alternating Currents Live presents The Bridge

readings & workshops
May 16

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series Noel Pabillo Mariano

May 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

Cole Swensen

Cole Swensen is a poet whose fifteen books of poetry often respond to or incorporate elements or works of visual art; recent books address 17th century French baroque gardens and the window paintings of Pierre Bonnard, while an upcoming book is based on landscapes seen from train windows accompanied by photographs of the same. Her books have won the SF State Poetry Center Book Award, the Iowa Poetry Prize, and the National Poetry Series and have been finalists twice for the LA Times Book Award and once for the National Book Award. She teaches at Brown University and divides her time between Providence RI and Paris, France.

Selected Poems

Virginia Woolf: Street Haunting

If shadows come in groves     Virginia Woolf preferred     London in the dark
of an afternoon whose pale islands move from lamp to lamp, anonymous beneath

and then a grove of sun   slanting to the last   as if in walking on   a tribe of them
was made.   Virginia Woolf liked the silence of the hurrying forms  hurrying home

dressed in cold.   As a city, all is surface   or a succession of surfaces that change
texture and color, all its greys upon a grey   filtered in shadow   amber to a window

climbing as does the gaze     that glanced above the trees     a window's other lights
and these     as if we, turning over or around     a slower hour     held the hour back



by which we are released.     As by the dark, we sign away
a certain hold that held us toward     or lease untied.    We

catalogue the many kinds of light:  one surrounds, a warm
hand turns to a face     as a face        glides through its pool

and other streetlights white     like those that cut across

Green Park deepening the dusk.     In Woolf's day they
would have been lit by a lamp-lighter who rode up on a

bicycle with a ladder over his arm.   He leaned it against
the lamppost, climbed up, turned a valve, and moved on

to the next, and so on, until he suddenly turns off the path
and cuts across the grass, bicycling through the dark.



also walk within     a different break of light   the warmth of it again  pouring out across
the street. An amber almost rose        sifting through the leaves      that screen a private,

maybe even empty        world in which we watch      a single finger rise and etch
with a fingernail       in which a diamond is set     a name on the other side of the glass.

We tear ourselves     away at once     apart     we turn     from a great weight     back
into the crowd in the greater height of anonymity and cold.