July 12, 2009

Jared White & Farrah Field

Sunday, July 12
7:30 pm

Concordia Coffee House
2909 NE Alberta

$5.00 suggested donation


Jared White grew up in Massachusetts and lives in Brooklyn. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Barrow Street, Borderlands, Cannibal, Coconut, Fulcrum, Horse Less Review,The Modern Review, Sorry 4 Snake, Verse, and Word For / Word. He has published essays in Harp & Altar, Poets Off Poetry at Coldfront, and Open Letters, and a chapbook entitled Yellowcake was included in the recent handsewn anthology Narwhal from Cannibal Books. From time to time, he blogs at jaredswhite.blogspot.com and plays the piano.

Farrah Field's poems have appeared in Chelsea, Harp & Altar, Harpur Palate, Margie, Massachusetts Review, Mississippi Review, Pool, and Typo. She was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming and raised in Nebraska, Colorado, Louisiana, Arkansas, Sicily, and Belgium. She lives in Brooklyn and blogs at adultish.blogspot.com.


Prognosis

What a letdown. The Paranoia of Semiotics or the Semiotics of Paranoia
Made you make something of made things. It seemed unmade to you
For a moment there at least. One possible girl followed swiftly by another,

Ergo man. Better make sure just in case. Make a cake. What are the things
You make? Conservative ephemera? Or should I say creative economics?
Hydroponics makes me feel good but isn't really accurate. I fear the former.

A sign every year brings me ever closer to terrified ownership of a home
And a shotgun versus the system. Liking too many people to fit more in.
Russians would say I love you so I'm leaving. A disembodied judgment

Of merciless code is proof I care. We're not in Russia though so mine is mine
Because I found it where you left it lying around. Now I can say I made it.
That's how we do things here. I'm industrious and that's my final offer

Or next-to-last if you'll do better. What I really want is negotiation with you
About next steps. How to make decisions when there's nothing to decide,
Not yet. I don't want to see both sides, when one is enough for now. Just

Minutes longer and the world goes on competently that I made for real.
Please keep it safe with my autograph on the panorama. I worry for
Some reason seeing, because the world is so very good and my eyes clear.

Jared White



Night and Different Night

Did I have an orgasm—

three—do you go to church—what—do you know anything
about stocks—sort of—could I ease the biting next time—

no.  Your best friend has found someone and your back

is breaking out.  You bought a small house I want to have
sex in Pennsylvania.  That dangling plug may be a hazard

of some kind and if I didn't need your mouth,
I'd tape it shut.

Farrah Field