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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
October 6 -28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

performances
October 18

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 20

Poetry Reading: Soham Patel and Lauren Russell 

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets + Open Mic

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

special events
November 17

We Exist to Prove the Living Artist: 38th Anniversary Gala

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

Lytle Shaw

Lytle Shaw's books include Cable Factory 20, The Lobe, and Frank O'Hara: The Poetics of Coterie. A contributing editor for Cabinet, he has recently published catalog essays on Robert Smithson and Zoe Leonard for DIA Center, on Gerard Byrne for Koenig Books, and on The Royal Art Lodge for the Drawing Center. Shaw is currently working on two books: one about the politics of time in depicted landscapes and another about the status of poetry in recent theoretical debates.

Selected Poems

Dude Looks Like The Portrait of a Lady


Lytle Shaw

 

Heels talk in someone's sleep.
I've removed the names.
Emilie calls twice to red lens,
grows birds, globes—
we four face film
out on a tract home behind public dams.

Any certificate will do.
Issues swish for jobs—
like wheel a cart in from mist:
that is, in tandem.
Here: gifts dense in a car
of names, an aisle name.

A squire lands and distributes titles,
or titles for songs.
(This is an example of imagination.)

Andrew calls our attention to Hoboken:
beckon Jimmy,
invoked behind public dams.
Mark calls,
hides behind parked cars.
A form letter lets John stare.
Traffic swoops here awhile.


from The Lobe