Friday, April 10, 2009

PLEASE SUPPORT IN OTHER WORDS, ATTEND THIS READING!

In Other Words Reading

Moonstone Art Center,

110 South 13th Street, 2nd floor (above the old Robin's bookstore)
Hear Temple students and faculty from In Other Words magazine
for World Languages read their poetry, stories, and translations. Readings will be in English.






Stephen Benscoter, Prof. Hanoch Guy,

Thomas Riese, Lauren Spahr, Juan Vila, Thomas Viola,

Prof. Justin Vitiello, and others!



FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
For more information, please write us at
inotherwords.temple@gmail.com

www.temple.edu/inotherwords

Circulation/Reserve

Temple University has been slowly disposing of the card catalog, placing the cards out on the circulation and help desks to be used as scratch paper to write down call numbers. I have collected a number of them and use them for bookmarks, birthday cards,typewriter feed, and poems, incidentally.If you are ever near a stack of catalog cards, I highly encourage you to take them, examine them, build things, eat them, etc. There's a lot of interesting stuff on those little rectangles.

Circulation/ Reserve
Straight Ahead

I am separating cosmic/coincidence. I am associations always. Now that the card catalogue/all is electronic, the scratch paper is old rectangles of information with a single hole punched through, begging to be rewritten.

FLOOD INSURANCE STUDY:
… Borough of Carlisle, Pennsylvania
Cumberland County

In Cumberland MD., a small town made of mostly wood paneling and church steeples, my sister was incarcerated. My mother went to bail her out, and fell in love with her public defender. He was much shorter than her usual “type.” When the planes hit in September that year, we up and moved to the mountains, northening the center of terror/fire/danger as we drove south.

…Township of Fayette, Pennsylvania,
Juniata County.

On Fayette St., my mother and the lawyer were married on the front porch of an old Victorian house we rented by the month. Her fifth, his first. One of his friends/coworkers took photos with the Polaroid camera they used at the office for domestic abuse cases. I thought of all the ugly things that it had captured and then spat into the light. They sent me to private school. I wore my skirt long and froze all winter.

KEEP LATEST ONLY

Circulation/Reserve
Straight Ahead

EP 1.17 Transcript, Public Meeting on the Resource
Conservation and Recovery Act of 1976;
Subtitle C, Hazardous Waste Management.

17090 EHX 07/71 Waste Treatment Lagoons- State of the
Art
In an undisclosed location, we have a population of mermaids/men living happily and willingly in our State of the Art Waste Treatment Lagoon, where there is a healthy abundance of Coleoptera, Asellidae, Astacidae, and Gammaridae for their consumption. As these creatures are (roughly) half-human, 50% of U.S. labor laws apply and they are compensated on a biweekly basis, contingent upon quality of waste treatment/quantity of waste treated.

17090 FJW 02/72 A Mathematical Model of A Final
Clarifier

Our mathematicians are currently calculating in upside-down leather chairs, anchored with bricks and cinderblocks somewhere beneath the Navigable Waters of Boston Harbor and its Tributaries- Massachusetts.

17090 FQJ 09/71 Biological Concepts For Design and
Operation of The Activated
Sludge Process

To understand fully The Activated Sludge Process, one must understand the composition of Activated Sludge as well as the salvage industry what it is, how it works. Generally brown-greenish or blackish-brown in color Activated Sludge may be found in above ground gutters and underground sewage systems, occasionally on subways trains and platforms.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

A Continuous and Exhaustive Celebration of the Shift in Seasons, Amen

Working on a final project for poetry class. Poems about... places and things, mostly. These two here await a third, as yet unwritten.

Post Meridian

a bride is blown
by the wind
in the park
tree branches
creak
the sun
beams

a breeze
lifts the veil
gathers cloth
at the knees,
pulling up
a cloud of
soft, heavy hem

a gust of pigeons
ascends,
a flapping sheet
of molding grey
hovers low,
then a rush of air
beneath wings

splits the seams,
beams burst through,
birds on the hem
the wind carries

Eventide

Shots did not ring out, but sank
did not sing, but ate holes

in the talk on the street,
emptied voices into a second’s

static. The roar of the ear
cupped in a seashell of air

gasped out the barrel
so quickly, the house went

slant with red and blue flashing,
the block squared with yellow

tape to echo the sound.
Ground triangled and circled

in chalk, lines of salt about
where the slugs stuck on falling.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Big Yellow

tonight i call the moon
big yellow
a clipped toe nail
hung slant

the city brights
glow upward
and the clouds are
dense steam

tonight two cats howl
two cats claw
and i hear fur
tearing from flesh

someone punches
a pillow backwards
handfuls of cotton
whisper to the ground

perhaps tomorrow i'll harvest
tomorrow i'll collect
aluminum cans, gather them up
with the clatter of dull bells

tomorrow i'll comb the streets
catch plastic bags in plastic bags
to watch them rattle and flutter
in the city's great heaving lung