Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Please come out to The Waypost (3120 N. Williams Ave., PDX) at 7:30 pm on Tuesday, June 30th for a special evening with Susan Tichy and Stacy Szymaszek. An alignment of stars to have these two poets in town on the same evening!
Food, beer, wine and espresso all available at The Waypost.
This reading sponsored by Ninkasi.
Hope to see you there!
Susan Tichy’s most recent book, Bone Pagoda (Ahsahta Press, 2007), is an extended meditation on Vietnam—the country, the war, and the moral catastrophe signified by this word in American memory. It is underwritten by her experience as a war protester and as the wife of a combat veteran. Her poems have appeared widely in the US and Britain, and have been recognized by a grant from the and numerous awards. She teaches in the Graduate Writing Program at George Mason University in Virginia, and otherwise makes her home in a ghost town in the Colorado Rockies. Her fourth book, Gallowglass, will be out from Ahsahta in 2010.
Stacy Szymaszek is the author of Emptied of All Ships (Litmus Press, 2005), Hyperglossia (Litmus Press, 2009) as well as many chapbooks, most recently Orizaba: A Voyage With Hart Crane (Faux, 2008). A limited edition letterpress chapbook, from is forthcoming from Albion Books. She is the editor of Gam and the Artistic Director of the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church.
So now we can recognize
by a bend in the photographic emulsion trail when you shimmy
how old your neutrino oscillations are
and how they occur
against your small mass
as novel long-range American radio forces
bring you dispersion and sleep
hang up the empire,
frag its best students—
every vertical Sicily calls on you
to ease the live protons
in trucks for quick movement
a century's casings
spent on your holiday boots.
FOR BILL LUOMA
I’ll trade you my Willie McGee
for your Gary Templeton
they don’t necessarily have to be about baseball
but the crack of the bat made me think
I could write a novel
hope springs eternal
lost in the sun
can we keep our beloved in the area
the pop up we get our dreams from
Cheyenne Mize will you marry me
to dive in the outfield
I’m down on one knee
do you mind making that 3 hotdogs
on the verge of a shutout
this is baseball it’s impossible to shut out the world
especially on the way in the stadium
bringing the heat today I yelled
this is our year
let the idiots stay home