July 29, 2012
Chris Piuma & Jared Stanley
Sunday, July 29
7:30 pm
Open Space Cafe
2815 SE Holgate
Portland, OR
$5 suggested donation
Chris Piuma lives in Toronto (still!) where he's working on a PhD on strange expressions of medieval multilingualism. His last chapbook, Bell-lloc (Airfoil, 2011) was brought to you by the number eight; he has lately been thinking about the number nine. In the meantime he's been documenting his poetry collection at Wordsmirch.
Jared Stanley is the author of The Weeds, Book
Made of Forest, and four chapbooks, including How the
Desert Did Me In. He is a member of the art collective
Unmanned Minerals, and a co-editor of Mrs. Maybe. He lives in
Reno, Nevada, where he is a Research Fellow at the Center for Art
+ Environment at the Nevada Museum of Art.
from Russia, or Realism: A Novel
SEVERUS SHE DESCENDED WITH A PAINFUL STRUGGLE INTO
appearance tall thin blackhaired and always badly shaved he was
sometimes uproarious and was
* * *
BREASTS WHICH NOW CAUSE SUCH
some one then moves
* * *
WHAT YOU DON'T ADMIT THAT THERE ARE SUCH FANTASTIC PEOPLE AMONG THE PEASANTS
its colonies the crown strove to
* * *
THE MIND EITHER ALONE OR ATTENDED WITH
might get a hundred roubles
Chris Piuma
Civilian
Dust-touched letter
a magic ladder
in a rite of content-ment
Self-Realization Fellowship
Girls Youth Camp
one becomes a carrier
of professional human noticing
the disease of attention
it's better for you to be more
like the human you use
your body for
head shaved in mourning
Is it terrible to love people
for what they love even if
their love is war, is banishment,
is the color of cinematic blood?
A refuge is the sword of life.
Jared Stanley