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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

Lisa Samuels

Lisa Samuels was born in Boston and raised in the United States, Europe, and the Middle East. Her work focuses in transculturalism, ethics, violence, the body, and imaginative knowing. Her nine books include Gender City (2011), Wild Dialectics (2012), and Anti M (2013), and she has also published poetry chapbooks, CDs, and essays on writing and critical practice. Forthcoming work includes her experimental novel Tender Girl (Dusie Press) and an essay on innovative poetry (Tinfish Press), and current projects include collaborations with film-maker Wes Tank and with composer Frédéric Pattar. Lisa teaches writing, theory, and experimental literature at the University of Auckland in Aotearoa/New Zealand, the first country in the world to accord voting rights to women.

Selected Poems

Love

The pinks of the dead are fly by night bees
holding your hand as you fly next to me
your underwear tangled with clouds
singing to your flesh with a front
fixated tremor with your holding hand
stains on your lips course lollipops
near your episodic nature of love
alongside sycamores whoosh recurrent
having held your content do I find
projected via wheel rights nearly
sodden through panting in
the original ion I do know
whole places most of your limbs
fly off aesthetically diverse
texts kind of glance
squirming near sidereal
give a copy of their topics
imminent so I half wish
I were sugar curled
girl across last ifs

 

Present Tense

Minute 1: sure of the import and
its sudden shut brain hazard
need bipartisan. sure and the window is
bright and heavy, we are stone thermometers
torso wedged.
                            Minute 2: looking and haphazard
has achieved itself the shoulders of another
limbs are looking at the end of your fingertips
a perfect instance being
                                               Minute 3: others
must be somewhere silent on the phone
only a slice of the corporeal
earth will be arranged collapse might
anyone needs to hear. Minute 4: what
about that airwaves, no blue ink in
dynamo curves. a corrective
mis-states the case, takes it somewhere else.
you kept the adamant constitution where?

It makes inside the one world.

                                                            Minute 5:
with freaked ideas perfectly
aligned with what it's possible within
by muscular intrusion. So he says. The one
without as popular editions let us down
as referees, commandoes, love interests
couldn't even break away from understanding
half together. It would have been a pamphlet
to have seen.
                            Minute 6: Buddhists give great site
great attitude yielding pleasant to
compliant, but I already have a job.
That area to each other's stony yielding
to the table, poking your hands out to eat
and show your food.
                                         Minute 7: there

was a moment of breath, the blue ink

waves coming out of hand, slowly

assembling the listeners then out the door

Minute 8: I have put an ocean between me
which turns around the earth and doesn't fall
off hearing there innumerable wires
chest to wave. I assume the music goes
one way, the person doesn't choose.

Mariner

I rem
up in dis
stance cushion
mirror drag
float on
your spe
cifically flax
bound roam

field your
rotund gave
one more
leg pair

us both
dogged
with wet

I rem
on the gold
hill dog set
walk to the
building's other
side, sweet dog