Lee Ann Brown & Carl Martin This Saturday, Apr. 30, 8pm @ Internationalist Books!
Who: Lee Ann Brown, author of Polyverse and The Sleep that Changed Everything, babbitter for the IFGO, can juggle hogs while reciting verses from "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came" in Polish.
Who: Carl Martin, author of Genii Over Salzberg and Go Your Stations, Girl, haberdasher for Jay Leno, person behind the decision to make grass green.
What: Desert City Poetry Series, LAST Reading of the Season: In with a BANG, out with a Ka-BOOM!!
When: This Saturday, April 30th, 8pm, 2005, putting the period on Poetry Month.
Where: Internationalist Books, 405 W. Franklin Street, Chapel Hill, to the right of the sun and under the stars.
Why: "The world's agog with use / like a saint's patrimony" "Convert play's determining eye-- / to sight -- jolt my light propensities"
See you there....
Internationalist Books
Lee Ann Brown
Carl Martin
Contact the DCPS: Ken Rumble, director
rumblek at bellsouth dot net
"Quantum Sonnet"
by Lee Ann Brown
The particle waves -- in your firmament -- comb
A golden mane -- thereof -- a graph --
Cruel behavior's handiwork -- undone --
All phenomenon O Lord -- can laugh
At the bright apparatus -- of redeemers -- come
To circuit round sharp amplitude --
Jumpstarted -- wavelength -- honeycomb
My commandment -- to your frequency's mood
Thy experiment is way past way --
Outer space -- Meditation's intensities
Convert play's determining eye --
To sight -- jolt my light propensities --
To click my arms around your glory --
Converting gentler light -- to photon's stranger story
" The Prescription Drug Challenge"
by Carl Martin
It was while popping members of the "triptan" family
That I began dreaming of the South African killer bee.
Trapped inside a diamond shaped molecule its sticky, yellow venom
Slides inside its slick confinement like wind sliding
Through the furry cuffs of the pussy willow.
This bee is a good swimmer, but not a great swimmer
Though its talent has been honed bouncing through the waves
The spray and loneliness of the South Coast.
I know deep in the knobby, long distance knees of the soul
That it has not spread all the pollen that I would like to spread with it.
Somehow, in my wise inclinations I fear that this is a truly American
"Stinger," a short spanned hum-vee of the wild Florida grasses
Plowing through the airs and porches like a long-legged advert
In ways that Maeterlinck could never have imagined,
Not even poetically, "just as Deborah, whose name means Bee"
Judged Israel--in a story I may not actually have read.
This is the way the blind see, even in Miami. Jehovah forgive us
And excise from the brain: the flesh, the hubbub, and the rub
For sometimes through the digital transference that is all we see
Though the light is blinding.
And the contest never as numbing as we would like.
Who: Carl Martin, author of Genii Over Salzberg and Go Your Stations, Girl, haberdasher for Jay Leno, person behind the decision to make grass green.
What: Desert City Poetry Series, LAST Reading of the Season: In with a BANG, out with a Ka-BOOM!!
When: This Saturday, April 30th, 8pm, 2005, putting the period on Poetry Month.
Where: Internationalist Books, 405 W. Franklin Street, Chapel Hill, to the right of the sun and under the stars.
Why: "The world's agog with use / like a saint's patrimony" "Convert play's determining eye-- / to sight -- jolt my light propensities"
See you there....
Internationalist Books
Lee Ann Brown
Carl Martin
Contact the DCPS: Ken Rumble, director
rumblek at bellsouth dot net
"Quantum Sonnet"
by Lee Ann Brown
The particle waves -- in your firmament -- comb
A golden mane -- thereof -- a graph --
Cruel behavior's handiwork -- undone --
All phenomenon O Lord -- can laugh
At the bright apparatus -- of redeemers -- come
To circuit round sharp amplitude --
Jumpstarted -- wavelength -- honeycomb
My commandment -- to your frequency's mood
Thy experiment is way past way --
Outer space -- Meditation's intensities
Convert play's determining eye --
To sight -- jolt my light propensities --
To click my arms around your glory --
Converting gentler light -- to photon's stranger story
" The Prescription Drug Challenge"
by Carl Martin
It was while popping members of the "triptan" family
That I began dreaming of the South African killer bee.
Trapped inside a diamond shaped molecule its sticky, yellow venom
Slides inside its slick confinement like wind sliding
Through the furry cuffs of the pussy willow.
This bee is a good swimmer, but not a great swimmer
Though its talent has been honed bouncing through the waves
The spray and loneliness of the South Coast.
I know deep in the knobby, long distance knees of the soul
That it has not spread all the pollen that I would like to spread with it.
Somehow, in my wise inclinations I fear that this is a truly American
"Stinger," a short spanned hum-vee of the wild Florida grasses
Plowing through the airs and porches like a long-legged advert
In ways that Maeterlinck could never have imagined,
Not even poetically, "just as Deborah, whose name means Bee"
Judged Israel--in a story I may not actually have read.
This is the way the blind see, even in Miami. Jehovah forgive us
And excise from the brain: the flesh, the hubbub, and the rub
For sometimes through the digital transference that is all we see
Though the light is blinding.
And the contest never as numbing as we would like.
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