August 11, 2013

Jennifer Firestone and Lisa Fink

Sunday, August 11th
7:30 p.m.
420 NW 9th, Portland, Oregon 

$5 suggested donation

Jennifer Firestone is the author of Flashes and Holiday (both from Shearsman Books), Waves (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), and from Flashes and snapshot (Sona Books). She co-edited with Dana Teen Lomax Letters To Poets: Conversations about Poetics, Politics and Community (Saturnalia Books), a year-long experiment documenting letter exchanges between 14 poet pairs. Her poems has been published in Drunken Boat, How2, Dusie, 580 Split, Xcp: Cross Cultural Poetics, Poetry Salzburg Review, among others, and she has work anthologized in Kindergarde: Avant-Garde Poems, Plays, Songs, & Stories for Children and Building is a Process / Light is an Element: essays and excursions for Myung Mi Kim. Firestone is Assistant Professor of Literary Studies at Eugene Lang College (The New School).

Lisa Fink is a poet, translator, teacher, naturalist, and eco-flâneur. Her poetry chapbook Her Disco was published by dancing girl press in early 2013. Other poems and criticism have been published in magazines like [PANK]EcotoneRain Taxi, Jellyroll Magazine and Forklift, Ohio. She grew up in the rural Midwest and currently lives, writes, and walks in Portland.


We see morning flicker like the new egocentric.
We say orange is immediate.
We pile strappy objects, gloss our big skin
here we come to the wilderness
where everything is brick and stone
trees are really smaller infrastructures
transmitters, shiny poles concealing communications.
The flowers are people flying on bikes
the air is boxes lived in
and space is a word
until that itself is formed.

- Jennifer Firestone



from Her Disco
Sea-shell bears the spiral,
each like a moon
in its own phase
or fragment, a husk
of intoxicated eye
pulls us into, gets us drunk,
& we weep for we are powerless
like a horn, curved & protean.
Small wind on water, nested
kingdom of stars.
Call her name:
Jar of Myrtle, Cup of Wild-almond,
Weather-vane, & Healing-of-the-nations.
Go, worm; go, mantis,
up leaf-spire up
in your upsy way.

- Lisa Fink