June 29, 2014
Judith Roitman, Stanley Lombardo, & Jac Nelson
Sunday, June 29
6:00 pm
please note earlier starting time
Glyph Café and Art Space
804 NW Couch (North Park Blocks)
503-719-5481
$5 suggested donation
Judith Roitman lives in Lawrence KS. Her books and chapbooks include No Face (First Intensity), Slackline (Hank's Loose Gravel Press), and Furnace Mountain Poems (Omerta Publications); recent work has appeared in Eleven Eleven, Otoliths, Horse Less Review, Ragtag, First Intensity, YEW Journal and Talisman.
Stanley Lombardo recently retired from the University of Kansas. His work includes translations of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. the poems of Sappho, Virgil's Aeneid, Ovid's Metamorphoses, and Dante's Inferno.
Jac Nelson was raised in Minnesota, and lives with her partner in Portland, where she translates from Ancient Greek and from French into English. Her work has appeared in c_L, Peaches & Bats, Otoliths, frankmatter, Of(f)course, and Gesture.
Tree
He went into the attic.
She found him in a tree.
A thousand arms are not enough.
Whatever fills the sky is not enough.
Judith Roitman
Sappho Fragment
Black dream,
Glyph Café and Art Space
804 NW Couch (North Park Blocks)
503-719-5481
$5 suggested donation
Judith Roitman lives in Lawrence KS. Her books and chapbooks include No Face (First Intensity), Slackline (Hank's Loose Gravel Press), and Furnace Mountain Poems (Omerta Publications); recent work has appeared in Eleven Eleven, Otoliths, Horse Less Review, Ragtag, First Intensity, YEW Journal and Talisman.
Stanley Lombardo recently retired from the University of Kansas. His work includes translations of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. the poems of Sappho, Virgil's Aeneid, Ovid's Metamorphoses, and Dante's Inferno.
Jac Nelson was raised in Minnesota, and lives with her partner in Portland, where she translates from Ancient Greek and from French into English. Her work has appeared in c_L, Peaches & Bats, Otoliths, frankmatter, Of(f)course, and Gesture.
Tree
He went into the attic.
She found him in a tree.
A thousand arms are not enough.
Whatever fills the sky is not enough.
Judith Roitman
Sappho Fragment
Black dream,
you come when sleep comes,
sweet god, truly dreadful agony
Stanley Lombardo
Stanley Lombardo
They built a wooden box.
To attract a turtle.
They needed the turtle's paws for their matter.
The turtle would work their matter with its paws like pat-a-pan.
"That's God," she said.
I looked at the boat.
The wooden box was a boat.
That's God?
Jac Nelson