February 16, 2017
Norman Fischer, Jeanne Heuving, & Alicia Cohen
Thursday, February 167:00 pm
523 SE Morrison
Norman Fischer is a poet, essayist, and Zen Buddhist priest. A graduate of the University of Iowa Writer's Workshop, his latest poetry titles are Magnolias All At Once (Singing Horse, 2015) Escape This Crazy Life of Tears: Japan 2010 (Tinfish, 2014), and The Strugglers (Singing Horse, 2013). Just out from Chax: any would be if (tanka). His latest prose works are What Is Zen? Plain Talk for a Beginner's Mind (Shambhala Press, 2016), and Experience: Thinking, Writing, Language and Religion (University of Alabama Press, 2015). He lives with his wife Kathie on a cliff overlooking the Pacific in Muir Beach, CA.
Jeanne Heuving's The Transmutation of Love and Avant-Garde Poetics is just out from the Modern and Contemporary Poetics series at the University of Alabama Press. Her other books include the cross-genre Incapacity (Chiasmus Press), Transducer (Chax 2008), and Omissions Are Not Accidents: Gender in the Art of Marianne Moore (Wayne State U Press 1992). Her long poem "Miss Lonelyhearts" appears in Hambone 20, and she has essays and reviews in Twentieth Century American Women Poets (Cambridge), The Fate of Difficulty in Contemporary Poetry (Northwestern), American Literature, and Modern Philology. Heuving directs the MFA program in Creative Writing & Poetics at the University of Washington, Bothell, and is on the graduate faculty in the English Department at the University of Washington, Seattle.
Alicia Cohen is the author of three books of poetry: Bear; Debts and Obligations (a finalist for the Oregon Book Award); and Coherer. Her critical writing on poetics has appeared in journals including How2, Ecopoetics, and Traffic. She collaborates on the ecological transition project Radio Hopes and Dreams with, among others, Norwegian artist Margrethe Kolstad Brekke. Presently, she lives in Portland.
Poem Written in Paris
Not sated yet with power
To do what to whom
For whatever reason suffices
Unter den Linden
In turn a squeamishness abandons me I am cruel in my cruel art
More severed body parts not a pretty
Poem. Here in this poem
No one dies yet
Because everyone's yet a song
Floating up and off on wind that shakes treetops and grass tips
And rolls far off and onward across from sea into night -- this is personal --
I am that song all its severed notes
Coat my lyric tongue
Words fail me so I fail them in retaliation
I am here to stay and say
This or that not to frighten myself with my sheltering song --
Only my best friends know but even they miss the measure of my love
Yet cannot disregard the friendship of this poem's several words
Now I grasp the pen
In this lively Parisian scene
Full of pleasure, far from meaning
Norman Fischer
FURROW
from Transducer
How all is a fertile field ever threatening
Plowed too close like an ominous sky
Earth ever opened the possibility of
Into the plowed furrowed lined earth
A fertile plow into the staid forestation
Into the silvered peat moss lined with
A jewelry box felted with diamonds
__________
seeds with their hooded black jackets
carapace of insect left to wither in the wind
to mash with a mallet to get the insides out
a round hole bored in the seed by a weevil
seeds of the penstemons and the mulleins
are easy to remove by the crushing method
to remove the seed heads the cones must be
split open washed inside minute stuffs
__________
the possibility of light falling onto his face
the possibility of walking into a sunlit alcove
the sunlit alcove fitting rippling like a glove
the glove moving from finger tip to forearm
silky on flesh receptive to being touched
harvested when a light brown will turn black
deadening hollow black seeds refusing
__________
What does not go away this
Mascared eyes, Cleopatra
Charcoaled Marlene Dietrich
Wanting at the grave as it
Leaks light
Jeanne Heuving
Cat
the world is fat
a beautiful fat
zero for nomads
Alicia Cohen