1. Easter Benny.
    Source: Mel Nichols

    (Source: susanlanders)

     
  2. Simone White, John Coltrane’s house, and my segregated poetry community (via Harriet):

    "More and more, I’m sure that I have to refuse intellectual ‘community’ whose joy is in some way predicated on enjoyment of what is, at best, obliviousness to these harms, or worse, actual celebration of the specialness of all-white clubs. It is total bullshit to enjoy being in a social or creative community that is segregated the way poetry is segregated.

    We are all pressed by limited time and resources: So how and where do you spend your time? How do you come to know the lay of the land? Who are you with and how sound? How do you look (over your shoulder)?”

    Photo credit: James A. Johnson IV (livefromphilly)

     
  3. On which spines does this volume rest? 

    Complete bibliography.

     
  4. Gertrude Stein’s heart bleeds.

     
  5. coffeeanddonatus:

    A fly leaf, in more ways than one (1751).

    A fly (or bee?) imbedded in the fly leaf of Christoph Saur ‘s Eine nutzliche anweisung oder beyhulfe vor die Teutschen um Englisch zu lernen… Nebst einer grammatic, … (Germantown: Christoph Saur, 1751). Written in German, this one of the earliest English grammars printed in America. More pictures to come.

     
  6. G-town Radio celebrates poets of NW Philadelphia. Everyday, this April, the station will feature local poets performing their own poems. Hear them four times a day (8 am, noon, 4 pm and 8 pm), or on demand

     

  7. Poetry is hot right now & also insane & the ever-widening definition of what it is & can be is fostering terrifying brilliance. Let us discuss the current brilliance.
    —via Cassandra Gillig for The Style Con 

     
  8. elderlymag:

    ELDERLY 3: SPRING FLING

    Elderly is from Brooklyn, NY

    Curated by Nicholas DeBoer & Jamie Townsend

    free, creative commons based magazine, post anywhere, print out, leave at the funeral parlor of your choice, etc.

    Issue Three

    featuring:

    KATY BOHINC
    MATT LONGABUCCO
    GEOFFREY OLSEN
    EMILY SKILLINGS
    DAN THOMAS-GLASS

    SUE LANDERS

    Tagged #poetry
     
  9. theothergermantown:

    Poets, poetry lovers, Germantown boosters, you don’t want to miss this!! Next Saturday, April 12th, is Philly Poetry Day and the Artists Roundtable is hosting two community events in the morning and afternoon as a part of this citywide event.

    The first is a Morning Haiku session with poets Yolanda Wisher and Michelle Nzadi Keita from 8:30 -9:30 am at Rose Petals Cafe, 322 W Chelten. Start the day with a cup of coffee and a chance to learn how to craft a haiku with these talented poets. Space is limited so RSVP to pauladance@aol.com.

    In the afternoon, join us for Hanging Out With Poetry: Afternoon Poetry Cafe in Maplewood Mall (at Greene Street between Chelten and Maplewood) from 12-1:30 pm. Bring a copy of your favorite poem to read, share and hang on our community poetry clothesline. Or just stop by to sit and listen. Bring a lunch or buy something to eat at any one of the nearby restaurants in the immediate area. All ages are encouraged to participate, stop by and enjoy the afternoon.

    Check out the flyer for more information. Share the flyer with your networks and we hope to see you on the 12th!

    Peace,
    Tieshka Smith for the Germantown Artists Roundtable

     
  10. I mourn her not hearing canvasbacks
    their blast-off rise
          from the water
                Not hearing sora
    rails’s sweet
    spoon-tapped waterglass-
    descending scale-
          tear-drop-tittle
                Did she giggle
    as a girl?

                                               —Excerpt from "Paean to Place"
     

  11. notes about grieving found when spring cleaning

    the dream in which I held you / and you were alive and I loved you / and you said something poetic / that I said I have to write down / before I forget it / and then I forgot it / and then I remembered / upon waking that I had had a dream / a dream in which I held you / and you seemed grateful / a dream for which I was grateful / for having held you / when you were alive / when you were grateful / to feel so loved

     

  12. anneboyer:

    "What is it about your life as it is lived right now, in all of its insecurity, in every imposition of violence and brutality that is directed towards you, why would you still want to live—but not just why would you want to live, but why would you want to live like this?
     

  13. anneboyer:

    Dear Friends and Colleagues :

    The Bay Area Public School is thrilled to announce ALETTE IN OAKLAND, a three-day symposium celebrating the life and poetry of Alice Notley, scheduled for October 24 through 26, 2014.

    We are seeking creative and critical responses to Notley’s work from the…

     
  14. Because I ran into Lewis Freedman in a bookstore in Brooklyn one summer and told him about my project, a project I talked about so as to expose the process of writing, a process of being open to the possibility that anyone can inform the poems I am writing, the possibility that anyone could have ties back to this place or the people of this place or its history, its history that is part of a larger American history that is ours to interpret and to make, because I met Lewis by chance one summer, I read poems about Germantown in Madison this winter.

    And before the reading I considered cutting the reference to Howard “cleaning up Germantown to make it look like Chestnut Hill” because I thought it would be lost on Midwesterners, but, as usual, a woman in the audience has a tie to the neighborhood through her sister-in-law in Chestnut Hill. And how naturally our conversation after the reading turned from seasonal produce to community gardens in Milwaukee and Detroit, sites of food security, political activism, and sites fraught with memories of slave labor. And how naturally over breakfast Lewis tells me about one of his current research projects, a man named Abraham Lincoln Gillespie, a “lost” poet of the 1920s, whose poems are strings of neologisms, who lived next to Stein in Paris, who went to Germantown Academy, and whose surname is printed on my grandfather’s mass card because their family ran the local funeral parlor.

    And then I walked across a frozen lake. For the first time in my life. The lake where Otis Redding’s plane went down.  I walked a block on a frozen lake because I was open to the possibility that I wouldn’t fall in. And poetry made all of this possible.

     
  15. the house on a street named for no one  

    to hold themselves together to them 
    hold as a whole one of this together  
    to hold as a whole one when one is thinking of them
    it will fall off them if one does not hold it together on them
    the beginning that is always with us through all of our living

    Collage by my sister, Ann Beatus. Text collaged from Gertrude Stein.