[Local events] Kathleen Fraser and Michael Kelleher, This Sunday 9/30

David Abel passages at rdrop.com
Mon Sep 24 10:28:24 PDT 2007


Spare Room presents


Kathleen Fraser

Michael Kelleher


Sunday, September 30th, 7:30 pm

New American Art Union
922 SE Ankeny
www.newamericanartunion.com

$5.00 suggested donation


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Upcoming readings

10/19 Patrick Durgin / Jen Hofer / Dolores Dorantes / Jesse Seldes
12/9 Ken Rumble / Susan Briante

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Kathleen Fraser has published seventeen books of poems, most recently W 
I T N E S S , a letterpress sequence with linoleum prints by Nancy Tokar 
Miller (Chax); Discrete Categories Forced into Coupling (Apogee); and hi 
dde violeth i dde violet (Nomados). Her collected essays, Translating 
the Unspeakable, Poetry and the Innovative Necessity, are part of the 
Contemporary Poetics Series from University of Alabama Press, and her 
Selected Poems, 1970-1995, il cuore : the heart, is available from 
Wesleyan University Press. A recent interview with Fraser can be found 
at Jacket magazine online 
<http://jacketmagazine.com/33/fraser-ivby-rosenthal.shtml>.
In 1973, Fraser founded The American Poetry Archives during her tenure 
as Director of The Poetry Center at San Francisco State University. 
Between 1983 and 1992, she published and edited HOW(ever), a journal for 
poets and scholars interested in modernist/ innovative directions in 
writing by women -- updated to the current electronic journal How2 : 
<www.how2journal.com>.
Fraser currently teaches in the graduate writing program at California 
College of the Arts/SF and lives for five months of each year in Italy, 
reading and lecturing widely on American poetry and actively translating 
work by contemporary Italian poets.


//Michael Kelleher is the author of two collections of poems from 
BlazeVOX: the just-released Human Scale (2007), and To Be Sung (2005), 
as well as the chapbooks Cuba (Phylum), Bacchanalia (Quinella: Three 
Poems Series), and The Necessary Elephant (Ota Molloy).
Kelleher's poems and essays have appeared at the Poetry Foundation 
Website, and in Brooklyn Rail, Ecopoetics, The Poetry Project 
Newsletter, Kiosk, Rampike, Queen St. Quarterly, verdure, murmur, The 
Transcendental Friend, Lagniappe, and others. With Ammiel Alcalay, he 
runs 'OlsonNow,' a project (including events and a blog) dedicated to 
the poetry and poetics of Charles Olson. He lives in Buffalo, NY, where 
he works as Artistic Director for Just Buffalo Literary Center and edits 
the artist book/poet's press Elevator.

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Hotel Classic



The interior stress of a leaf was forming its own new section

when the hotel came under renovation. Steps led downward

to a drawing of trees, at least in the early draft pinned to his light box.

The architect described in his notes what he thought they wanted,

the clients equal to stargazers or foreign diplomats and wives of

officials from Milano, and he felt that something should happen

on the stairs, an event or motion, as if to rush towards

that noise of the entire tree in stress.



-- Kathleen Fraser






Nachtmusik


//

/Noir, noir,/
The night has come,

The human scale
Is tipped, the rut,

The groove, the frame
Of mind forming

Out of themselves
Themselves.

Out of the heart’s
Dark corners

A single tolling note --
Clouds drift overhead

Slow, white --
In these moving shapes

A hidden ultimatum
Moves. One looks to

And listens for, say,
A future, in which

One imagines what is
Spoken has meaning, is

Carried over, as over
A causeway to a city

About to be sacked.
Around him now

The temple starts to burn.
He is singing.

/What is he singing?/
He is singing.

/Why is he singing?/
He is singing.

 From lowered eyes
A touch of malice

Twinkles. In lips’
Trifling tremors,

In cheeks’ checked
Bloom -- a word,

A tone, a measure.
It might be true

The thing I hunger for
Is here in all its fullness,

Slightly obscured
And just out of reach.

Only give me
The name that

Calls it forth
To frighten and amaze

By the spectacle
Of its own privation.

The invisible sun
Within flickers still.

It burns. Let it burn.
For no one.


-- Michael Kelleher


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