May 10, 2009

Beverly Dahlen & David Abel

Sunday, May 10
7:30 pm

Concordia Coffee House
2909 NE Alberta

$5.00 suggested donation

Beverly Dahlen
was born in Portland in November, 1934, attended public schools there, and after the end of World War II, moved with her family to Eureka, California. In 1956, she resettled in San Francisco. Her first collection of poetry, Out of the Third, was published by Momo's Press in 1974. Two chapbooks, A Letter at Easter (Effie's Press) and The Egyptian Poems (Hipparchia Press) were followed in 1985 by the publication of A Reading 1-7 (Momo's Press). Since then, three more volumes of A Reading have appeared, as well as the chapbook A-reading Spicer & Eighteen Sonnets (Chax Press). Her essay "Beauty: Another Reading" recently appeared in Crayon 5. Ms. Dahlen was a cofounder, with Kathleen Fraser and Frances Jaffer, of the feminist poetics newsletter (HOW)ever; in December of 2008 her work was honored by Small Press Traffic with their annual Lifetime Achievement Award.

David Abel was born in Salt Lake City in November, 1956, and schooled there and in South Florida, Eastern California, the Mid-Hudson Valley, and the Rio Grande Valley. After tenures in New York City and Albuquerque (where he established the Bridge Bookshop, and Passages
Bookshop & Gallery, respectively), he relocated to Portland in 1997. He is the author of numerous artists's books and objects -- including Rose, Selected Durations, and Threnos (all with Katherine Kuehn), and Let Us Repair and While You Were In (disposable books) -- and several chapbooks, including Black Valentine (Chax) and Twenty- (Crane's Bill). His most recent chapbook, Commonly, will premiere at this reading, along with two new issues (one for each reader) of the broadside journal Envelope, which he edits.

Thoughtless as shadow
The ground of shadow
One wouldn't would
One want

All one wants
And then what
The light across the lake
And the eye creates space

The distance
Which is not

Not only
That but
All one

Beverly Dahlen

(from Sweep)


A snapshot -- a freeze frame -- a thread (or is it a needle?) drawn through the entire world: every person, anywhere (let's say), entering a building at this moment.

They are (they were) an army, a religion, a dance, an analysis, a race, and an extinction.

David Abel