literary lunchtimes in downtown Prov

Next week, head down to the RISD Museum at lunchtime (12 – 1 pm in the Contemporary Art Gallery) to hear writers read in the series Choose Your Words: Poetry & Prose.

The series is curated by Frequency instructor Kate Schapira.

tumblr_inline_mn2ehoeOGO1qz4rgpOn Aug 14th, Frequency instructor Tina Cane is reading!

Schedule for the rest of the week:

8/13: Serena Putterman
I will be telling stories and so will my puppets.

8/15: Kate Colby
I will read my long poem of cumulative qualifying statements called “I Mean.”

8/16: Andrew Colarusso
Andrew E. Colarusso will be reading from “American Mikhtams”. A series of New World Psalms that explore the intersectionalities of the right to bear arms, the right to wear strap-ons, violence in the classroom, mass exodus and how it is possible to love in the midst of it all.

8/17: Joanna/Joanna: Joanna Howard with Joanna Ruocco
Joanna Howard and Joanna Ruocco will read from our collaborative hybrid text entitled “Field Text.”

8/18: Danielle Vogel
A Library of Light: Poet and book artist Danielle Vogel will project a series of short, incantatory films, which explore the relationship between syntax and topologies of light and sound.


Photos from June classes

Members of Sarah Tourjee's Genre-Defying Prose workshop
Members of Sarah Tourjee’s Genre-Defying Prose workshop
Poets in Mary Wilson's summer workshop.
Poets in Mary Wilson’s summer workshop.
The Serial Poetry Workshop gets serious.
The Serial Poetry Workshop gets serious.
Sarah Tourjee's summer writing workshop at Ada Books
Sarah Tourjee’s summer writing workshop at Ada Books

Thanks to Ada Books and The Storefront for lending us their great creative spaces for classes this summer. If you’re not familiar with Ada Books, be prepared to fall in love and not want to leave the store. And if you don’t know The Storefront, check out their calendar of exhibits & events!

If you head over to Facebook you can see many more photos.

p.s. Thanks to photographers (& fabulous writers) Kik Williams and Betsy Dennigan.

In love with Daniil Kharms

daniil kharms
daniil kharms

Maybe this just continues my tradition of falling for emotionally unavailable totally checked-out men, but in the case of Kharms, who cares.

Daniil Kharms (1905-1942) is a writer of short fiction, a poet, a diarist, a playwright– all of those things but none of them. As his translator, Matvei Yankelevich, says in the intro to Today I Wrote Nothing, “…in many of his best works, Kharms tests the waters of oblivion and then dives into negation, perhaps knowing that nothingness and infinity are one and the same.”

George Saunders wrote in a review of Kharms’ work a few years back (paraphrasing here) that in the process of trying to pound a nail, Kharms vaporizes his own hammer. Unknown

I love how his pieces feel strange but not, never, artificial. I never see the “writerly” or workshop-y move. It’s as if he’s too honest to actually be a writer.

Here’s one of his short pieces.

Blue Notebook #10

There was a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn’t have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily.
He couldn’t talk because he had no mouth. He didn’t have a nose either.
He didn’t even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, he had no back, no spine, and he didn’t have any insides at all. There was nothing! So, we don’t even know who we’re talking about.
We’d better not talk about him any more.