[Local events] Sun. 11/17: Dworkin & Block

David Abel david at thetextgarage.com
Thu Nov 7 02:30:56 PST 2013


/Spare Room <http://www.flim.com/spareroom> presents/
*
/Craig Dworkin & Elizabeth Block/*/*
*/
*Sunday, November 17**
*7:30 pm

*Blackfish Gallery* <http://www.blackfish.com>*
*420 NW 9th

$5 suggested donation

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/Upcoming readings:/
Dec. 8    Jen Coleman & Evan Kennedy
Feb. 16  Winter marathon reading: Alice Notley, /Descent of Alette/ & 
Wm. Blake, /America a Prophecy/
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*Craig Dworkin* is the author, most recently, of /Remotes/ (Little Red 
Leaves), /No Medium/ (MIT Press), /The Crystal Text /(Compline), /Motes/ 
(Roof Books), and /The Perverse Library/ (Information As Material).  He 
teaches literary history
and theory at the University of Utah and serves as Senior Editor to 
/Eclipse/.


*Elizabeth Block* is the author of the novel /A Gesture Through Time/ 
(Spuyten Duyvil). Her writing has appeared in print, audio, on stage, in 
public art, on public radio, in gallery exhibition, and in film. Her 
16mm films are distributed by Canyon Cinema in San Francisco. /Celluloid 
Salutations /(BlazeVOX), will be published in early 2014 in print and on 
Kindle.



*from **/Alkali/**
*
With a fissured script of networked rifts, divisions on a ground record 
the spread of tears across the bed; the hirst rises and dries; lacunar 
craquelures craze lamina like a lacquered glaze.

Alkali halides glare the haze.

*Craig Dworkin**
*(Counterpath Press, forthcoming 2015)



*from /The Celluloid Sonnets/**
*
(untitled #1, clunky, like loading a camera)

How now is my Lucy in the sky, oh
Ultraviolet Light Spectrum, seems chrome-less
Wonder, if up on my highest dream, dropped
Out the snow, is white a color negative?
Space, chromo-o-phobia, scratched on some plastic
I can no longer have this past, a yearning gone
And how with image daunt, the finger on't
It moves and traces, looks nostalgic eyes
Animal, animal, present here now
I am not true to you, time has more weight
Just seethes back in, circles memory through
Is there a moral to this, beg me
                  Time is not a question here, it goes, it roams
                  Green sea bubbles up, oh how clock foams

*Elizabeth Block**
*(BlazeVox, forthcoming 2014)
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