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Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
April 6 - Sep 28

Book Club: Readshops led by Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
July 3 - Sep 25

Dhamma MKE

exhibitions
August 1 - Sep 26

The Point Being: Works by Thomas Gaudynski

special events
September 21

¡Palante!: A Celebration of Puerto Rican Arts and Culture

readings & workshops
September 22 - Oct 13

Friction in Fiction: Developing Characters and Conflict

readings & workshops
September 26

Poetry Reading: Jake Skeets & Manny Loley

readings & workshops
September 26

Poem as Field – Understanding Energy in Poetry a craft talk with Jake Skeets

readings & workshops
October 2

Poetry Reading: Alan Bernheimer & Karl Gartung

readings & workshops
October 16

Poetry Reading: Timothy Donnelly & Bethany Price

performances
October 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
October 19

Language as a Playground

readings & workshops
October 20

Reading: Peter Markus

readings & workshops
October 22 - Dec 31

Welcome Home!: A Veterans Writing Group

readings & workshops
October 23

Reading and Book Launch: Kathie Giorgio

readings & workshops
October 24

Urban Echo Poets

readings & workshops
October 27

Submitathon

readings & workshops
November 1

Reading and Screening: Trisha Low, Stephanie Young, and Zachary Epcar

readings & workshops
November 10 - Dec 8

Shifty Subjects and Unexpected Endings

special events
November 16

39th Anniversary Gala

William Fuller

William Fuller's recent books include Hallucination(Flood Editions, 2011),Three Replies (Barque Press, 2008), Watchword(Flood Editions, 2006), and Sadly (Flood Editions, 2003). He has worked in the Trust Department of Chicago's Northern Trust Company for twenty-seven years; he is currently Chief Fiduciary Officer. 

"William Fuller's Hallucination negotiates between worlds of the living and the dead, shifting mercurially from verse to prose and from parody to parable. Along the way, Fuller draws our attention to the ineffable qualities of experience, proposing that "Matter is a fog one looks through toward pale headlights . . ." Through these glancing observations and surreal memoranda, the mysteries appear more vivid, our follies more desperate and absurd."
 

Selected Poems

Puyana


William Fuller

 

Many things that are foreseen cannot be addressed owing to the

unforeseeable. For example, when the people came looking for us, we were

nowhere to be found, which they had not foreseen. Because this happens

repeatedly over long periods of time we are hard-pressed to know how to

develop this observation or even if we should do so. If every act is

incommensurable with every other act we can never achieve scale. While

each of us grasps the point, nobody bothers to study it. Truly it is the only

thing worth considering—the one thing—from accumulation to preparation to

'gone, gone, gone beyond'—that repays emphasis on its orthography, so to

speak, its ever-fleeting form that one knows has to be present, behind

events, causing us to think of them as events to begin with, wringing that

term out of somewhere (I hear myself saying)—some pragmatic haze where

work gets done to no purpose other than that its doing had been foreseen. 
 


White Sky
 

These nails are worthless (except for drawing blood). My least favorite monk

came down to expound doctrine. We sat there for some time looking at one

another and I was in particular studying a certain motor phenomenon that

held my attention despite the heavyweight micro-effects lightly convulsing

along my skin. Back inside everyone walked around oblivious as usual but I

noticed their folders were full of tiny eyes looking out, searching for and then

locking in on a rationalist legacy or style of being that confused me, so I

came here to your shade. Afterwards we fell asleep in an abandoned village

and were incapable of waking because my brain had honored a statement of

purpose inconsistent with full consciousness. So these lines were written in

the dark, as we sojourned here and there, the vegetation slowly withering,

and the city of the gods receding ever further in front of us, until we lost all

interest in pursuing it.