Sunday, October 23, 2011
Listen To A Musical Interpretation of Murakami’s ‘The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle’
If you’re getting a little sick of all those run-of-the-mill book reviews and formulaic music journalism, we don’t blame you. There are only so many ways to describe a sentence, after all. But try this on for size: New York City-based composer Ryan Anthony Francis has composed ‘Wind-Up Bird Preludes,’ a piano set based on Haruki Murakami’s beautiful novel The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, incorporating both literary and musical allusions into his work.
Taken from: http://flavorwire.com/category/books
Why is poetry feared?
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Jeffrey Angles
Angles's many translations of contemporary Japanese poetry include Soul Dance: Poems of Takako Arai (Mi'Te Press, 2009); Killing Kanoko: Selected Poems of Ito Hiromi (Action Books, 2009); Forest of Eyes: Selected Poems of Tada Chimako (University of California Press, 2010) which was selected for the 2011 Harold Morton Landon Translation Award from the Academy of American Poets; and Intimate Worlds Enclosed by Takahashi Mutsuo (Kawamura Memorial Museum, 2010).
Friday, October 14, 2011
“The Little Prince”
“The Little Prince” continues through Oct. 16 at the New Victory Theater, 209 West 42nd Street, Manhattan; (646) 239-6200, newvictory.org.
Six Words on the Jewish Life
"Found Jewish princess. Good-bye succulent pork."
"Didn't get Seinfeld 'til met in-laws."
"Moved to Israel. Rest is history."
Watch videos of Walter Mosley, Deborah Kopagen Cohen, Anthony Giglio, and more from Six Words on the Jewish Life Show at 92YTribeca in NYC.
Filip Marinovich and Doug Nufer
Sat Oct 15, 4:00 PM
at Bowery Poetry Club, 308 Bowery, New York, NY
Segue Reading Series
Filip Marinovich is the author of Zero Readership (UDP 2008) and And If You Don’t Go Crazy I’ll Meet You Here Tomorrow (UDP 2011). He wrote and directed the plays Skin Around The Earth,Throne Room Snow, and The Karma Bookshop for his theater company Comet Party. His work has been published in Brooklyn Rail, EOAGH, Aufgabe, Village Zendo Journal, and 6×6. He is a poet living on earth for the moment.
Poetry & Fiction Master Class with Sapphire
The deadline to apply for this class is Thu, Oct 27, 5 pm. Applicants must submit two copies of their manuscript. Those accepted will be notified by telephone, all others by e-mail. In this intimate master class, six students will workshop their fiction or poetry with poet and novelist Sapphire.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
A Mortal Affect by Vincent Standley
Calamari Press is pleased to announce the publication of A MORTAL AFFECT by Vincent Standley. To find out more about the book or to get a copy, go to: http://www.calamaripress.com/mortal_affect.htm
Press Release for Dzanc Books latest program
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Life of Addiction by Jason Anderson
Check out some great new poetry from WritingRaw.com
When friends have all abandoned the soul
and loved ones have decided to disown the heart
the outcast looks for refuge from his/her society
by escaping to a local bar searching for comfort.
Finding it in the potent taste of an intoxicating elixir
they delve their taste buds first into glasses of whiskey
preparing themselves for the numbness of their senses
that soon will follow the consumption of more alcohol.
Next, they move onto an even more dynamic liquid
exploring the dangerous combination of liquor and pills
while their thought of mind slowly spirals out of control
succumbing to the temptation of corruption by hopelessness.
Overwhelmed with insurmountable pain and heartache
these innocent victims become intertwined with this life of addiction.
© 2011, Jason Anderson
Desert by Sumana Roy
An early draft of Sumana Roy’s first novel, Love in the Chicken’s Neck, was longlisted for the Man Asian Literary Prize 2008. She lives in the “Chicken’s Neck” region of India.
We sat on crispy sand,
our spines in afternoon thaw,
looking out on old school bells
gathering echoes on the Thar.
We spoke about camel-
stomached love, the eucalyptus
men and women who’d
promised to grow sky-
old with us.
our spines in afternoon thaw,
looking out on old school bells
gathering echoes on the Thar.
We spoke about camel-
stomached love, the eucalyptus
men and women who’d
promised to grow sky-
old with us.
The desert is a virgin—
its skin only as old
as the last thought.
New hymen patterns
on every breath.
Love bites on dunes,
like goose bumps
on our dawn-damp skin.
its skin only as old
as the last thought.
New hymen patterns
on every breath.
Love bites on dunes,
like goose bumps
on our dawn-damp skin.
Our furry whispers
were windows of delight.
My thinness was a belief
that transformed you
into a butterfly.
You grew wings
and looked for peace
whose address is
always next door.
You took a roll call
of all tall smiles
that bended
their necks to enter
through your garden arch.
I wanted a tree
to scratch my back.
There were none.
Only giant cacti thorns.
were windows of delight.
My thinness was a belief
that transformed you
into a butterfly.
You grew wings
and looked for peace
whose address is
always next door.
You took a roll call
of all tall smiles
that bended
their necks to enter
through your garden arch.
I wanted a tree
to scratch my back.
There were none.
Only giant cacti thorns.
The eyes of women
dropping from your mouth
left me in sweat.
I searched for shade.
Where are the shadows
of desert lovers?
dropping from your mouth
left me in sweat.
I searched for shade.
Where are the shadows
of desert lovers?
I looked upwards,
mumbled scanty whispers.
The sky is the waiter
who takes your order and smiles.
You are restless.
Nothing arrives.
mumbled scanty whispers.
The sky is the waiter
who takes your order and smiles.
You are restless.
Nothing arrives.
Memory is a wall
guarding our houses.
A black goat enters,
chews air and leaves.
Gun-bags of sandy silence
are embankment.
guarding our houses.
A black goat enters,
chews air and leaves.
Gun-bags of sandy silence
are embankment.
A desert is
all neighborhood.
We roam, we loiter,
we never enter.
Its curfew-hour
patience unnerves us
all neighborhood.
We roam, we loiter,
we never enter.
Its curfew-hour
patience unnerves us
until the sun clears its throat
to arrive
and you slither
into a desert corpse
to wait for
a war-burnt lover.
to arrive
and you slither
into a desert corpse
to wait for
a war-burnt lover.
Taken from: http://www.guernicamag.com/
Filmmaker and Author John Waters to Host National Book Award Poetry Finalist Patricia Smith to DJ
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