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| photos courtesy of Marie Regan |
Ages ago now, back in early August, Sunday, the 11th, I had the good fortune to attend an end of summer poetry reading in Red Hook at the home of Caroline Crumpacker. The event was held outdoors in the backyard. Emily Abendroth and I hitched a ride from Bard with Kristen Prevallet who read along with Rachel Levitsky and Krystal Languell. There was much greenery and late afternoon heat (things that stand out to someone used to the Bay Area’s August chill and sandy yellow hillsides). There were lovely things to eat and drink as words emerged from mouths into air and ears. The crowd of attentive listeners included many: Joan Retallack, Stephen Cope, Jonathan Skinner, Hoa Nguyen, Marie Regan, Sam Truitt, Emily Abendroth, Tim Casey, Cole Heinowitz, and many others I’m forgetting or whose names I do not know.
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| Stephen Cope and Cole Heinowitz |
First up: Krystal Languell read from her new book Call The Catastrophists from BlazeVox. Here’s a few pieces from her collection:
Excuse Me If I Break my Own Heart
My body wants to build another body that was ever afraid of
a chain letter / that gets excited about the weather. My body wants to play but
doesn’t want to choke. The last good fuck my body is still waiting for it with
a mouth open to express hunger sign says our lost | your gain my body, too, is
awake / unemployed, interested in petty theft. My body watches too much
wish-fulfillment reality television. Grabbing onto a manufactured boy guarantees
vanilla passage my body wants its identity stolen / its jewelry pawned. It
stares into the mirrorback and nothing happens outside its hailing / snowing
and no adversity is to blame for this lack.
A process occurs when you give up your language and start
calling things by new names but there’s not a term for how new phrases
infiltrate your reflex it starts with gutturals and when you try to give it up
try to back out the primal language dialects but you will understand shouts of
surprise from the last place to wipe clean.
It means tackling
the old arranged network
from inside,
resisting iteration
the old arranged network
from inside,
resisting iteration
You are:
trills
a cinched & neat parade salute
patriotic pleasant ruffles
perked and almost open.
trills
a cinched & neat parade salute
patriotic pleasant ruffles
perked and almost open.
On occasion, battle will be necessary.
Take it as another fluid affair, a natural
extension. Make it look easy.
Meanwhile, people you used to know
will overcrush, pursuing a miracle.
Needing your heart.
Take it as another fluid affair, a natural
extension. Make it look easy.
Meanwhile, people you used to know
will overcrush, pursuing a miracle.
Needing your heart.
Understand, delicate?
Be careful not to doubt your own ascendance.
Be careful not to doubt your own ascendance.
It means the din of words to be ignored.
Become expatriate. Calculate exact,
then ignore examination. Exit,
rather, exculpate yourself.
Become expatriate. Calculate exact,
then ignore examination. Exit,
rather, exculpate yourself.
Kristin Prevallet read next from AlterBody and her Trance Poetics book, a new edition of which, I think, is coming
out. Read an excerpt from her compelling and engaging work here.
Last and in the position of honor in celebration of her new book, The Story of My Accident is Ours from Futurepoem, Rachel Levistky took us into early evening. Here are two pieces from this powerful and arresting book.
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| Kristen Prevallet and Hoa Nguyen |
Last and in the position of honor in celebration of her new book, The Story of My Accident is Ours from Futurepoem, Rachel Levistky took us into early evening. Here are two pieces from this powerful and arresting book.
From Almost Any Angle
We woke into the world—
All at once and all one way like characters you’d see in a science fiction movie, without parents, cloned for the purpose of replacing the organs of the rich, or jailed indefinitely and repeatedly for our childbearing ability. We had the appearance arriving whole, the sets of our features predetermined and complete.
All at once and all one way like characters you’d see in a science fiction movie, without parents, cloned for the purpose of replacing the organs of the rich, or jailed indefinitely and repeatedly for our childbearing ability. We had the appearance arriving whole, the sets of our features predetermined and complete.
Defined by limitation—
We were kept away from history by serial clearances: slums, streets, the poor, then the rich, then the home, then the street, then the neighborhood, then the mall, and then the mall. (The mall.)
We were kept away from history by serial clearances: slums, streets, the poor, then the rich, then the home, then the street, then the neighborhood, then the mall, and then the mall. (The mall.)
We recognized each other—
We communicated by way of a vacant look in our eyes and sophistication in our speech when we had the energy to speak. We were not quite like creatures in zombie movies that were popular again in our time. We didn’t join in the common cause of destroying one another, or making another more like us. We lacked killer instinct. We doubted the necessity, that what we were should be reproduced or multiplied. We were ignorant of what we were, uncertain about the ways we did have, what they were and how they’d come to be.
We communicated by way of a vacant look in our eyes and sophistication in our speech when we had the energy to speak. We were not quite like creatures in zombie movies that were popular again in our time. We didn’t join in the common cause of destroying one another, or making another more like us. We lacked killer instinct. We doubted the necessity, that what we were should be reproduced or multiplied. We were ignorant of what we were, uncertain about the ways we did have, what they were and how they’d come to be.
What we knew better than what we were and the ways we had
was all that we were strange to. We were strange to the ways of smiles—smiles possessed
by the ones on television, big and radiant, infused with all the light in the
room from which their image was cast, smiles worn by the ones outside in front
of the church, placidly making their way through those who’d get in their way
of smiling and smiles exchanged by the two who were passing each other, in a
case where one is walking down a sidewalk and another is driving in order to
deliver a package from a truck.
We did not intent to be unfriendly nor dour though I can see
(now) we have often and legitimately been so perceived. At one point in time I
imagine we could not have been perceived any other way. Left by ourselves we did
not know how else to be. We were made, mostly, all one way.
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| Caroline Crumpacker and Rachel Levitsky |
Rigid Bodies
The body we wore when we came into the world in which we
found ourselves was not our body and we did not know its ways. Some of us were
sensitive to noise and some of us were easily stimulated by sex. Some of us
liked to dress like smiling people on television. Some of us followed lovers
around and some of us waited for lovers to come. Some of us wanted to be
touched only one way and some of us found pleasure in being touched all kinds
of ways. Some of us switched back and forth and some of us stayed the same.
Some found it painful to be one way but not another; some found it painful to be
any other way; some found pain to be the case any way at all.
In the times of which I speak in the world into which we
woke, the State, committed to all people and to all things, enabled, in the manner of removing
roadblocks, loosening safety regulations and forgiving discouraging tariffs,
the research and corporate development of a variegated technology, a not very
neatly packaged popular science, that allowed bodies and their parts to change
and interchange. In this we began to witness a veritable mechanics for the animal body, outfitted into so many easily procured
consumables. More still, the State made ecstatic
way for the industry and its products, lubricating
pipes, opening ports, stimulating sales. The technology thus encouraged, we watched it sail easily
along otherwise static packed channels that branched out to a complicated and
oft unanticipated grid which had before our times been expanded and now reached
into each and every crevice, gaudily lit by enormously tall aluminum orbs,
permissively read from above by thundering satellites, electronically measured
from below. Chaotically wrapped or convincingly boxed or left out naked and
raw, dividing and subdividing away from conglomerated mass beginnings into a
multiple, many tiered, in itty bitty and chunky parts, mixed scale system; and
trading in pieces sized unevenly, big, medium, small, and value pack; and
sorts, prize-winning, genetically modified, state-of-the-art, economy, deluxe,
exclusive, naturally derived, certifiably organic. Each size and sort is
allowed to randomly find its way into a well-suited locale, insuring every
class of population a security of supply, efficiently delivered in terms of
speed, if not quality or safety, like so many other combustible goods that
tumble into the markets of our world.
Thus, body mechanics became available for purchase in every
sphere—for elegant fortunate bodies that is, and for we generally less so there
were back alleys, corner stores and country borders. Word of available
modification was spread by advertisement on trains and by show and tell in what
was left of unpoliced dark corners (park) before the rising of an unfriendly,
invasive sun. Future consumers were made less strange to the fluids and blood
and guts of it by graphic and moving pictures on television and live demonstrations
at the club.
The world, in which had once stood a society and now stood
something else, had accommodated and absorbed these technologies quickly, but
was not able to do this so very peacefully when it came to certain classes of
bodies, certain body types and certain exchanges. Inversions of hormones,
genitals and vocal cords, generated a rabid violence onto the death by the
practitioners and purchasers of upgrades to skin, hair, chin and breasts, and
from those who had gone by a swallow
from scrawny to buff, or by a pinch
from fat to thin.
What I am describing refers directly to the beginning of the
story when I said one could not oppose this thing. To oppose these mechanics,
their divisions and tangled convolutes of distribution, would mean being
against ourselves as a people who consumed and needed to consume as a means of
living in this world, managing our suffering as a thing ever attached to the body of our life like an abandoned
starving nursing child, who belongs to us and whom we love as though we could
love ourselves. Absolute or even partial refusal on ideological grounds would
implicate us as being unmoved by our very own suffering. Which we are not.
Rachel will be in the Bay Area reading for Small Press Traffic in October. Don't miss it!
Rachel will be in the Bay Area reading for Small Press Traffic in October. Don't miss it!
October 6, 2013
RACHEL LEVITSKY
HERIBERTO YEPEZ
Artists’ Television Access
992 Valencia Street, SF
5 pm
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