Julie Buntin, the Director of Programs & Strategic Outreach for CLMP, says, “We’ve got a lovely reception planned with enough food and drink to feed an army of starving writers–or just hungry ones.”
I hope that the refreshments–along with the diversity of poets and presses represented–will provide enough incentive to go. Do come by if you’re free and around.
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12 AT 7:00PM
Housing Works Bookstore Cafe
126 Crosby Street
New York, NY 10012
This celebratory event features short readings from exceptional emerging writers supported through CLMP’s FACE OUT program, which grants publisher/author teams funding for technical assistance to help spotlight independent, experimental titles. Readers include: Cynthia Cruz (Four Way Books), Farrah Field (Four Way Books), Michael Leong (Black Square Editions), Albert Mobilio (Black Square Editions), Jon Leon (Futurepoem Books), Francis Richard (Futurepoem Books), R. Erica Doyle (Belladonna Books), LaTasha Diggs (Belladonna Books), Dan Magers (Birds, LLC) and Ana Bozicevic (Birds, LLC). The FACE OUT program is supported by a generous contribution from The Jerome Foundation and the New York Community Trust.
I Looked Alive
By Gary Lutz
Publisher: Black Square Editions/Brooklyn Rail
Quantity Available: 90
At Small Press Distribution
For the past few years, Black Square Editions, run by John Yau, has been putting out beautiful paperback books in translation such as Pierre Reverdy’s rollicking work of short fiction Haunted House (translated by John Ashbery) and Reverdy’s Prose Poems (translated by Ron Padgett). Its latest venture is Brian Evenson and Joanna Howard’s translation of Walls (Anamneses) by Marcel Cohen who, according to John Taylor, “has produced some of the most innovative and arresting short prose in contemporary French literature.”
At 5.5″ by 4.5″—about on par with the Green Integer volumes or the books in The City Lights Pocket Poets Series—this is one of the smallest books that I own; it is also one of the most fascinating. It is the kind of book that I wish well-dressed elderly men passed out on the street instead of those pocket-sized bibles that one inevitably sees immediately abandoned on the tops of newspaper machines.
A compendium of aphoristic passages, a flipbook of presences and absences, an exquisitely minimalist travelogue-cum-commonplace book, a remembrance of things past by way of the fragment: it is difficult to categorize this text, which was originally published in 1979, but it is quite easy to appreciate its grave acumen and elegance.
As the title suggests, these authoritatively stated sentences directly meditate on walls both physical and figurative, and sometimes a careful observation of the phenomenal world exists in the same sentence as the metaphysical:
Little flowers blooming between the stones of the wall, detritus of time at the confluence of all memories.