PO PO PO/ /NO NO DELUXE (Lisa Radon)

TUPER FORMAN SAYS

PNCA
1241 NW Johnson St.
Portland
October 13th
7:00 PM

I believe this will take place in PNCA's Red Room & will be connected to Nina Katchadourian's Sorted Books exhibit.

-and-

Pilot Books
Upstairs in the Alley Building
219 Broadway E
Seattle
October 19th
7:00 PM

Nightshades of the Wordsalad

Here are links to Paul Baker's recording of my Madison reading:

James 1 of 2
James 2 of 2

with Crag Hill
part 2

& mIEKAL aND
part 2

These readings are equally comfortable at Paul Baker's
wordsalad.wordpress.com!

TWO READINGS

ANYTHING BUT MORE- OR LESS-SHAPED READING, this Monday, August 16^th, 7 p.m., at Avol’s Books, 315 W. Gorham.

Myopic Books (Chicago), Tuesday August 17, 7 p.m.

PO PO PO

Portland Polyvocal Poetry July 18th!

Portland Polyvocal Poetry

Sunday, July 18th
2:00-4:00 pm

Ladd Circle
(SE 16th & Harrison, between Hawthorne & Division)

FREE

Performers, poets, and friends will gather to test the capability of the poem as conversation.

Many of the poems performed on Sunday will be from years past, and by poets no longer with us; others contemporary and presented by their authors. All will be performed by multiple voices, some by speaking or singing chorus, and several will include the opportunity for audience creativity and participation.

Please bring your own refreshments and accommodations for seating (towels or folding chairs).

Compositions by

David Abel
Kathy Acker
Endi Bogue Hartigan
Crg Hill
Bethany Ides
Jackson Mac Low
Jesse Morse
Jacqueline Motzer
Charles Olson
mARK oWEns
Chris Piuma
Leslie Scalapino
Nico Vassilakis
Karl Young


arranged and performed by

David Abel
Alicia Cohen
Tina Frost
Endi Bogue Hartigan
Crg Hill
Lindsay Hill
Bethany Ides
Maryrose Larkin
Devin Lucid
Jesse Morse
Jacqueline Motzer
Morgan A. Ritter
Standard Schaefer
Michael Weaver
David Weinberg
James Yeary
You

(eye in the sky courtesy of Maryrose Larkin, though she says she didn't take the picture)

road hogs

I am part of a party moving by truck from one end of Farmer Rd. to the other. Farmer Rd. is actually Simplot Boulevard, Simplot being the industrial-agriculture giant my hometown existed around, Simplot Boulevard was also the road I took to school my last two years of high school. We pause and I see men holding down hogs, by hand, in an almost sexual embrace, and slitting their throats, holding them from behind until they're done. They make a few more slashes in them, connect a bit of machine to their rear. I see this happen repeatedly, with no variation to the gesture. On the way back I see it again, and am stunned by the similarity of one death after the other.