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Event Calendar
readings & workshops
April 6 - Jun 27

Book Club: Readshops led by Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
July 3 - Jun 30

Dhamma MKE

readings & workshops
October 22 - Jun 24

Welcome Home!: A Veterans Writing Group

readings & workshops
February 2 -23

Three Windows into Writing and Revising a Poem with Kathleen A. Dale

February 11 - Apr 5

Tarot: The (Re)Making of a Language

readings & workshops
February 26

Poetry Reading: Jennifer Elise Foerster + Zoë Johnson

readings & workshops
February 26

Seeing in Invisibility: Poetry as revelation at UWM Libraries Special Collections

readings & workshops
February 27

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
February 29

Visionary Narratives: A Workshop in Drawing Inspiration with Laurence Ross.

February 29

Reception for Tarot: The (Re)Making of a Language

readings & workshops
March 1 -29

On the Front Lines, Behind the Lines: Writing Protest Poetry with Margaret Rozga.

film & video
March 6

aCinema Screening

readings & workshops
March 12

Creative Confluence: Research for Hybrid Writing, a conversation with Heid E. Erdrich

readings & workshops
March 12

Poetry Reading: Heid E. Erdrich

readings & workshops
March 14

Poetry & Pi(e) featuring Vida Cross + Chuck Stebelton

March 19

Formations Series for New and Improvised Music

readings & workshops
March 20

Poetry Reading: Mark Bibbins + Elizabeth Hoover

readings & workshops
March 26

Poetry Reading: Eli Goldblatt + Charles Alexander

readings & workshops
March 28

Poetry Reading: Tara Betts + Jennifer Steele

David Cope

David Cope was Grand Rapids Poet Laureate from 2011-2014. He studied under Robert Hayden at the University of Michigan, and later received an M.A. from Western Michigan University. He has taught Shakespeare, Drama, and Creative Writing at GRCC for decades. Allen Ginsberg once wrote of Cope's work that he has been "much absorbed in David Cope's poetry as necessary continuation of lucid grounded sane objectivism in poetry following the visually solid practice of Charles Reznikoff & William Carlos Williams. . . . In this area of phanopoeiac 'focus,' David Cope has made the largest body of such work that I know of among poets of his own generation." He is the author of seven books, the latest Masks of Six Decades (2010), and has received an Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters (1988) and a Pushcart Prize (1977). He is editor of Song of the Owashtanong: Grand Rapids Poetry in the 21st Century (Ridgeway, 2013), and editor/publisher of Big Scream / Nada Press, which is celebrating 40 years of continuous publication in 2014. Cope has been a visiting poet at Naropa University on several occasions, and was instrumental in the writing and editing of "A Declaration of Interdependence," featured in Disembodied Poetics: Annals of the Jack Kerouac School. The David Cope Papers are at the University of Michigan Special Collections Library.

Selected Poems

The dharma at last

longdead in his dream the boys leap
          one by one over the cliff into the wild splash
                    & the singing current—the tow pulling them

          down into green dark & silt where the sunken
trees fell & were pinned as well, great black
          branches looming up in the murk, fish tearing

                     the guts of whitened & bloated corpses as
          their eyes stared, marbled spheres like moons
glowing in the dark. by night, the water clears, the

          shadow moon reflects off the pale carcasses—
                    & he is awake, panting, the moon shining
          thru his midnight window. he hears the voices of

thousands singing & weeping as police line up
          & swat batons swat batons swat batons & march
                    march march into the now-screaming singers,

          their ranks breaking—the one-eyed bard chanting
for calm—the ranks all fled, he left alone to sweat on
          a factory floor, in a madhouse swabbing urinals. now

                    the dreams are all moonlit, no destination
           & yet this weary traveler sings in his passing
steps, careless in the theatre of stars where the dead

           walk with him daily, nightly, old companions
                    urging him to rest as even days grow darker,
           the news ever more ominous. he must consider

the sleek craft of his final voyages, the turns in his
           last river, the song he will compose to take him
                     beyond his last lay to sing in dreams where

           his companions fled, to learn to walk among
the living like a shadow in the daylight of
           their certainties, waiting for them to leap at last.