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cento for love April 3, 2014: written for a performance with Dohee Lee and Simon Pettet on March 28, 2014 Poetry is not for the passive. It is, as Mayakovsky knew, at its very heart tendentious. Even the love poem agitates the beloved to fall in love with the poet. Like the first time I ever heard “Crazy in Love” is the only time I’ll ever understand. Once [...] by

Beyond Oakland: August 10th and 11th July 31, 2013: Extending out from Oakland-- where many Bay-Area poets have participated in protests in recent years-- Beyond Oakland will welcome poets from Vancouver (Cecily Nicholson), Kansas City (Anne Boyer), Detroit (Marie Buck), and Montreal (Michael Nardone)-- to spark a conversation about poets's experiences participating in militant actions in and [...] by

Dark Places (Part One) April 26, 2013: More than a month or two ago, poet, librarian and mountain climber James Wagner asked writers (poets, fiction writers, nonfiction writers) to answer the question “Why do you write?” for his tumblr, Mobile. I was one of them, but I’ve avoided answering the question for, well, one or two months now. I hate answering questions like that. [...] by

Floyd & Uyen Against ‘The World’ February 19, 2013: So, we're still at the Comet, perhaps thinking through an atmosphere that I described before, a dazzling sky of unknowable pleasures & speeds, losing control while also piloting wild dirigibles of affect & thought. We're at the Comet right here in Cincinnati, & as such we're in The World, Capital's temporary regency that yields up [...] by

Are We Often Seeing What Is ‘Untrue’ as ‘True’: Anne Boyer on Poets and Lying August 13, 2012: Anne Boyer has a new post up at her blog on liars and lying, ending with a paragraph on Ted Berrigan. Here's the "Poets and Lies" section: poets and lies to be a poet is to lie ALL THE TIME and to lie NONE OF IT or to be in strange relationship to the idea of the lie. for example, I am a poet and appalled at lying. to just kind [...] by