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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
August 25 - Oct 1

Exhibition: Vicki, with an i, organized by Michelle Grabner

film & video
September 22

aCinema: // In Silence Arrives the Tempest // Waiting on Paradise //

exhibitions
September 23 -23

Reception: Vicki with an i, organized by Michelle Grabner

readings & workshops
September 28

Poetry Reading: Stacy Blint, Rebecca Eland & Mark Tardi

readings & workshops
September 30

100 Thousand Poets for Change MKE

readings & workshops
October 5

Poetry Reading: Feliz Lucia Molina

exhibitions
October 11

Exhibition: Jen Bervin, Tactile Lanuguage

readings & workshops
October 12

Offsite Event: Justice for All: Selected Writings of Lloyd A. Barbee

readings & workshops
October 13

Poetry Reading: Caitlin Scarano, Paula Carter & Freesia McKee

performances
October 22

Alternating Currents Live: Tom Rainey & Devin Drobka Percussion Duo

readings & workshops
October 26

Urban Echo Poets

special events
November 3

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

 

readings & workshops
November 8

Poetry Reading: Matt Cook

Whit Griffin

Whit Griffin is the author of Pentateuch: The First Five Books (Skysill Press, 2010) and The Sixth Great Extinction (Skysill, 2012). Along with Andrew Hughes he edits Bright Pink Mosquito, and blogs on its behalf.

Selected Poems

By The Well Called Beautiful Dancing


Whit Griffin

 

Where it concentrates you get a rush.
The swarm becomes a landscape. As
a wall becomes a knot becomes a life
an explosion. Something more truthful
may lie elsewhere. The magic has fled
but the danger lingers. Surrender is not
an event, it's a state of being. A lot
happened to Plato before Plotinus arrived
on the scene. Lichen on a tree means
the air quality is good. Oscillation from
collaboration to domination. I'm open
to anything that works. I think I've got
an alligator skull in here. Bears are
glorified raccoons. High Islands sits on
a dome of salt. You cannot talk to crickets
about ice. Let your heart become an ear.
What you see is the entire leaf. When a leaf
falls it leaves a scar. We grow crocuses to
remember the old Minoan goddess. The
dear little things that leap forth. Like the
person who bears the winnowing shovel. The
static aspect. The atmosphere behaves like a fluid.