June 8, 2019

Alan Bernheimer & Seann McCollum


Saturday, June 8
7:00 p.m.

1223 NE Martin Luther King Jr Blvd, Portland

$5 suggested donation for the readers (no one turned away)

Alan Bernheimer's latest collection is From Nature (Cuneiform Press, 2019). Recent work has appeared at Across the Margin and at SFMOMA's Open Space and in The Equalizer, The Delineator, and Hambone. The Spoonlight Institute was published by Adventures in Poetry in 2009. Born and raised in Manhattan, he has lived in the Bay Area since the 1970s. He produces a portrait gallery of poets reading on flickr. His translation of Philippe Soupault's memoir, Lost Profiles: Memoirs of Cubism, Dada, and Surrealism, was published by City Lights in 2016. More information is at The Electronic Poetry Center.

Seann McCollum is an art-school dropout from Philadelphia and the author of twenty-odd self-published books of poetry and prose.  He is currently at work on a book-length apology for helping to ruin Portland. Despite appearances, he does not, in fact, hate everything.

 


TWILIGHT OF THE TRILOBITES


Where did existential leave its beret
Attracting us like monks to fame

The world is run over by angry
Men with ambiance units

Tremors in the awning
Extending ovals into space

Whatever intervenes is artistry
Someone says you have nice hands
 

Reality has a transparent center
Inside layers of shiny candor

The beach looks good today
Like spraying ether 

But your empty eyes see
So many smoke rings     

Alan Bernheimer




WADER


I had a staring contest
with a girl with a lazy eye
She was deep and dark like you

Her hand was cold and dry
against my face
Her mouth a zipper

Her skin was the color of the sky at dusk
cut by the black line of a rope
strung across the river.

She asked for my notebook
opened it to a blank page
whispered into it
and handed it back

When she was gone I opened it
and heard the sound
of gently lapping water


Seann McCollum