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by: Richard Schwass
Cooker Gets First Hit
Audio on the way
Put your fishnets on Billy I’ll sell the tv for a one-inch balloon
He’s so ugly but I’ll do him for a hit
Cooker gets first hit
The mark at the bar
your everyday flit
Cooker gets first hit
On January 16, 2010, The New Philadelphia Poets came to NYC to perform at Bowery Poetry Club. Performing as a group, The New Philadelphia Poets’ “reading” was filled with sharp wit that was only heightened by the theatrical presentation. It was a fresh, and much needed approach to the performance aspect of poetry. Below are a few photographs from this event, and visit their website for more information about The New Philadelphia Poets.
From the New Philadelphia Poets Website:
At the beginning of the century, we found ourselves in a dark wood. The past ten years saw the collapse of the Twin Towers, the marriage of religious fundamentalism and global politics, and the rise of digital communities. With this in mind, The New Philadelphia Poets launch a redemptive strike on the past decade. Join us for a reconsideration of this yet unnamed era.
by: Sarah Cooke
At City Lights, poetic lineage is almost tangible. I certainly owe much of my evolution as a writer to the Beats. And on January 12, Jerome Rothenberg, Michael McClure, and Leslie Scalapino gave us a glimpse of the ways in which the lineage of the Romantic poets has shaped their work.
by: Scott Alexander Jones
Gorbotron [9:22m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Peru [7:07m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadSurgery in the Attic is the musical project of Scott Alexander Jones, author of a collection of poems: “One Day There Will Be Nothing to Show That We Were Ever Here” (Bedouin Books, 2009). He completed his MFA at The University of Montana, and was a writer in residence at The Montana Artists Refuge. He is co-founder of Zero Ducats, a literary journal comprised entirely of pilfered materials, and he is currently teaching himself the Tuvan art of throat-singing in Missoula, Montana surrounded by yellow & yellowish & yellowing leaves. www.myspace.com/surgeryintheattic
by: Scott Alexander Jones
This has nothing to do with Sisyphus
or the curve of your clockwork calves.
If I ask whether you pedal uphill
in evasion of sunrise
or pursuit of sunset
I need you to know that
the Buddhist in me still bites nails
which expand at the exact speed
of Pangæa’s glacial explosion across the sea.
The speed of the sky is 1,040 mph-
But you’ll have to ditch your bike to fly