June 11, 2006

C.E. Putnam & Ethan Fugate

Sunday, June 11st
7:30 pm

Portland Art Center [note different location!]
32 NW 5th

$5 suggested donation


After a year away in Bangkok, Thailand, C.E. Putnam has returned to Seattle, Washington, where he maintains
P.I.S.O.R. (The Putnam Institute for Space Opera Research). Some of his chapbooks include Manic Box (2001), Did you ever hear of a thing like that? (2001), and Things Keep Happening (2003). Monkey Puzzle, Bird Dog, Pom2, Ixnay, Pavement Saw, Tin Fish, Skanky Possum, lungfull! and Can We Have Our Ball Back contai some of his writings. He will be reading from a new manuscript in process, a series of Lessons, Tales and TimeSpace-Travelogues entitled This Bunny is Making Me Happy.


Ethan Fugate is the author of self published chapbooks Pneumatics and The Weight of the Sea in a Lazyboy Next Door. His work has recently appeared in The Brooklyn Rail and at Puppyflowers.com, and poems from the "Lazyboy" series may be heard on Tangent Radio. Ethan is a coeditor of the journal POM2. He lives in Brooklyn with his beagle Coltrane and is currently finishing a book-length version of the "Lazyboy" poems.


Lesson 1: Even the little mice inside the walls could
not hear the silent tapping.

The earth-bound spirits were the first to write
by using pictures for words.


“The Earth is in the shape of an orange.”


The King was pleased with this orange
and granted the Monkeys a boon
by plunging them into working
for Mistress Cologne Factories.


This being the Golden Age of our surface ancestors

strumming their feathers.

The voice again: the red sea talking


I started smoking again

her yellow

flesh and bread.

We heard the cry of the wild
chicken we couldn’t get
a word in.

There is a picture of what I had
already eaten in my whole life.

A long row of baby chicks.


BUNNY caresses the tender ones
3 strokes for Evol Deeds they carried out.

I was Death, looking
at the 400 trees
I spent seven
weeks beneath.


Everyone in our town is boring: only watching water
find its way back to the ocean.


A bedspread smeared
blood!
Don’t turn here
I know a faster way.

And finally, if you respect me
have a deep astonishment
for those released from
their woe after I wipe
the glasses

I will show you
how to grind the mouse
meat into sweet
smelling scents.

—C.E. Putnam


ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SNAP MY FINGERS

I know how to
put a song inside
your head.

Wide-screen adventure
and obsession with rain.
This dog is named Lousy.

Five pair dice and moonlight.
Time to suck in your stomach,
give your karaoke best.


This dog is named Terminal.


I know a way to implant this song.
Especially since it is a rain song
with five-part harmony and dogs.

If you put fresh vegetables in that rainy place
everyone would go there-even
the Tugboat people.

They don't name their dogs.
This dog is Bridge,
a little farther.


Experiments With Parallelograms is this dog's Indian name.


Should we even wait for the rain to shine?
For the mad lightning to power
the new mad science,

or just hit the bar and let Kay Sara,
(the drag queen) sing our blues away.
Call this pup The Charm.

A piano and some strings-
in the background the cartographer
meddles with a song about a dog.


The rain shining
has it.

—Ethan Fugate