Monthly Archives: October 2015

Monthly Archives: October 2015

Blue Coffee Reading Series presents Edward Anki, Laura Clarke, and Andrew F. Sullivan

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Blue Coffee Reading Series   presents   Edward Anki Laura Clarke Andrew F. Sullivan  

Small Objects That Changed My Life: Shouting At The Ground by :Zoviet*France: radio essay by bart plantenga

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Listen now as you read “A silent man, walking in solitude by a mountain stream… We begin to see what is real and what really deserves our allegiance.” • Gary Snyder bart plantenga The first disc I’d bring along to a deserted island is this one – along with The Gentle Side of John Coltrane and Ascenseur pour l’échafaud by Miles Davis. Never mind that I only have Shout on a poor-quality cassette. In 1999, I was asked to participate …

Triple Crown, Sonnets by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright — review by Ilka Scobie

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The Last Word In Modern Sonnets: Triple Crown, Sonnets by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright   review by Ilka Scobie     Triple Crown, Sonnets by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright (Author) Rene Ricard and JCW (Illustrator) Spuyten Duyvil (March 1, 2013) ISBN-10: 1881471233 ISBN-13: 978-1881471233 $15.00 US pbk | $18.68 CDN pbk | £9.29 UK pbk 112 pages, 6″ x 9″, Poetry     Jeff Wright’s lyrical liberties propel the traditional sonnet on a worldwide dash. Every poem is “Made in…” somewhere —beginning …

Meditation on Gao Xingjian’s Soul Mountain by Ivan Klein

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Meditation on Gao Xingjian’s Soul Mountain   by Ivan Klein         Is there a way to this so-called Soul Mountain of his? And why are we wandering this cluttered earth if not to find it?

Secondary Living by Adam Kelly Morton

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Secondary Living by Adam Kelly Morton         The Oyster Shack is closed and Bob is drunk, upstairs doing his cash. With the lights out and the front door locked, the cops won’t be able to see Carole and me having a few nightcaps after hours. Not that they come around on Tuesdays anyhow. Or ever. We’re on to whiskey with our beers. Bob’s iPod is playing Exile on Main Street. Carole is beside me smoking Next Reds, …