Fault Lines Poetry Journal

From Eileen Walsh Duncan:

Hello Paul,
Tony Pfannensteil, a Portland poet, founded Fault Lines Poetry Journal and
placed a call for submissions in fall 2011. I and many other poets along
the Cacasdia Fault Line were intrigued by the energy and passion in his
vision for the journal and call for submissions. And it sounded just plain
fun to get involved in the journal. Several of the poets involved recommend
that I contact you regarding potential inclusion in your communiques.
The Puget Sound is represented in the issue by about 15 poets and we are
planning a reading at Hugo House on July 29 at 3 PM. Readings in other
cities along the Cascadia Fault Line are taking placing throughout the
summer, beginning June 10. In addition Portland has set up “poetry boxes”
much like those that contain house sales information — but contain poems
from the journal instead.
Here is the basic information for you to edit and include in your
communications about upcoming arts events:

Faultlines Poetry Journal

Fault LinesPoetry
A new journal of west coast poetry

Inaugural Issue and Reading
3 PM July 29 2012
Richard Hugo House
163411th Avenue
Seattle, WA 98122
Dennis Caswell
Michael Daley
Mike Johnsen
Patricia C Kennedy
Lynn Ann Kister
Angel Latterell
Jed Myers
Carl Palmer
Judith Roche
Tamara Sellman
Judith Skillman
Laura Snyder
Kristen Spexarth
Joannie Stangeland
Eileen Walsh Duncan
“In the year 1700, an earthquake shook the Cascadia Fault Line Zone. From
San Francisco to Vancouver, BC, the force was felt all along the Pacific
Ring of Fire.
Today, over 300 years later, forces are again becoming unleashed, forces
that will move your heart, split your brain, and rearrange your
preconceived notions about poetry and the possibilities it presents to
dramatically affect the human spirit.
Fault Lines Poetry will create upheavals.The meticulously crafted world of what a poem should be will implode, opening fissures deep within your psyche. The poems published in Fault Lines will gather their cataclysmic energy and wash over you, the way a tsunami wave moves over the shore and transforms.”
–FaultLinesPoetry.com
Best regards, Eileen
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You Are Getting Sleepy… Tuesday, June 5 Hypnotism Living Room

Come experience the 14th way to look at a Blackbird. Tonight, we will be reading Wallace Stevens poem 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird while under a self induced hypnotic state (optional). This guided writing exercise is guaranteed to give you something to stop thinking about. Bring paper to scribble upon. Joe Chiveney swings the watch. This is one of the four last Living Room sessions.

13 Ways of Looking

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens

I 
Among twenty snowy mountains, 
The only moving thing 
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II 
I was of three minds, 
Like a tree 
In which there are three blackbirds.
III 
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. 
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV 
A man and a woman 
Are one. 
A man and a woman and a blackbird 
Are one.
V 
I do not know which to prefer, 
The beauty of inflections 
Or the beauty of innuendoes, 
The blackbird whistling 
Or just after.
VI 
Icicles filled the long window 
With barbaric glass. 
The shadow of the blackbird 
Crossed it, to and fro. 
The mood 
Traced in the shadow 
An indecipherable cause.
VII 
O thin men of Haddam, 
Why do you imagine golden birds? 
Do you not see how the blackbird 
Walks around the feet 
Of the women about you?
VIII 
I know noble accents 
And lucid, inescapable rhythms; 
But I know, too, 
That the blackbird is involved 
In what I know.
IX 
When the blackbird flew out of sight, 
It marked the edge 
Of one of many circles.
X 
At the sight of blackbirds 
Flying in a green light, 
Even the bawds of euphony 
Would cry out sharply.
XI 
He rode over Connecticut 
In a glass coach. 
Once, a fear pierced him, 
In that he mistook 
The shadow of his equipage 
For blackbirds.
XII 
The river is moving. 
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII 
It was evening all afternoon. 
It was snowing 
And it was going to snow. 
The blackbird sat 
In the cedar-limbs.

Writers of all ages, backgrounds and skill levels gather Tuesdays at 7P to read new work, the work of someone else or to just be in the engaging company of other writers. Your donation of $5 helps SPLAB continue our programming. Please bring 8 copies of the work you plan to read. Copies are no longer provided by SPLAB.

Living Room happens @ SPLAB in the Cultural Corner at 3651 S. Edmunds. (Look for the SPLAB sign on the wall and come inside.) We’re 2 blocks from the Columbia City Link Light Rail Station. (Parking is available on the school grounds.)

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Ghosts, Gods, and Poetry 5.29.12 Living Room 7P

Aleister Crowley

Since the first scriptures were penned, poetry and spirituality have intersected in ways both complimentary and antagonistic. At this edition of the living room, we’ll look at ways that poetry has attempted to make sense of, and transcend our physical reality. From Czeslaw Milosz’s skepticism and embrace of Catholic Tradition to Aleister Crowley’s occultist mysticism, all is up for discussion and dissection as we discuss how poetry has influenced our perception of the world and vice versa. Graham Isaac is your host.

Writers of all ages, backgrounds and skill levels gather Tuesdays at 7P to read new work, the work of someone else or to just be in the engaging company of other writers. Your donation of $5 helps SPLAB continue our programming. Please bring 8 copies of the work you plan to read. Copies are no longer provided by SPLAB.

Living Room happens @ SPLAB in the Cultural Corner at 3651 S. Edmunds. (Look for the SPLAB sign on the wall and come inside.) We’re 2 blocks from the Columbia City Link Light Rail Station. (Parking is available on the school grounds.)

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AG Marathon, Saturday June 2, 2012 8P-???

From Greg Bem:

Hello friends,

There’s a great event coming up Saturday (June 2, 2012) — the annual Allen Ginsberg Marathon at SPLAB in Columbia City. The event’s first portion starts at 8pm and features Mickey O’Connor and Band of Poets. (Survivors who make it to 7A, or those who arrive at 7A Sunday, get breakfast!)
But wait . . . there’s something else. Last year I was asked to lead the overnight portion of the marathon. I expected the night to go something like this: reading Ginsberg alone, silently, struggling with consciousness, a relatively unremarkable evening where nobody showed up and I had to hold down the fort by myself. Well, fortunately, thanks to a handful of amazing poets and artists and friends, the night turned into something else entirely . . . we stayed up watching Ginsberg films, performing Ginsberg poems, reading our own poems, singing our own songs, engaging in a round-robin of German Sound Poetry (a la Jason Conger), and even confronting the infamous Milutis Accordion.
So. It’s happening again this year. What to expect? We will be going ALL NIGHT LONG once again. I’m splitting the hosting duties with Aaron Kokorowski. We’re planning on getting a projector and screen to play a couple Ginsberg films, getting a sound system to listen to some of the wilder Ginsberg readings and songs, have a space for organic poetry, a mic for performance art of all kinds, live-tweeting and blogging, scheduled corpses and other writing exercises, food, beer, coffee, snus–we’ll have it all, and more. You can show up whenever you want. We will be ready for you.

What should you bring? Bring yourself. Bring anything Ginsberg-related. Bring your own poems. Bring canvases to paint on. Bring notebooks to draw on. Bring musical instruments–percussion, brass, strings, synths. Bring your cigarettes for your smoke breaks. Bring a beer or two (or . . .), bring chips, snacks, chili, dip, hummus, guac, salsa, pretzels, deli meats, fake meat delis. Bring weird clothes. Bring strange music. Bring coffee and tea and stimulants to supplement what we’ll have. Bring what it takes to make it until 7AM. All people surviving the evening will be treated to breakfast.
We’re going to create an artistic space that Allen Ginsberg would have admired. Something spontaneous. Something planned for the purpose of generative art. We’re going to get exhausted, get wild. It’ll be a party focused on creation. It’ll be a great experience and you should join. Please tell anyone that loves and appreciates Allen Ginsberg as person, poet, prophet, cultural caretaker.


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Greg Bem

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