… I got on a Chinatown bus last March and went to Philly to see Marty Watt read some poems at PhilaMOCA, a great performance space in what used to be Kensington, if I remember correctly, a little northeast of Center City. I was looking forward to hearing Marty perform; the last time I had…
… I had wanted to hear Hilary Sideris read with Jeff Wright a few weeks back, but I missed that, so the next best thing was to have her come over to my place. Both of us worked for CUNY, and actually both of us still do; Hilary is a teacher who thinks about teaching…
… On Sunday, May 7, I went uptown to Hudson Gardens to hear a reading by poets who had contributed to Transition: Poems in the Aftermath, poets’ reactions, writings and thoughts about the November 2016 election, from November 9th to January 20th, the day of the inauguration, an online anthology put together by Michael Broder,…
… A few Sundays ago I went uptown to Hudson Gardens, a beautiful part of Manhattan, a very intimate spot. There was a reading by poets who had contributed to Transition: Poems in the Aftermath, poets’ reactions to the November 2016 election, an anthology put together by Michael Broder, publisher at Indolent Books. Jason was…
… A few Sundays ago I went to Zinc Bar. I had never heard the three poets who were reading before—John Mulrooney, Laurie Price, and Sean Cole—and I wanted to hear something new. I enjoyed them all; they were worth the walk across town. If any of them would have read more, I wouldn’t have…
… Last Thursday I went over to Phyllis Wat and Dennis Moritz’s home on Grand Street just a few blocks east of the great (inexpensive) Chinese restaurants and markets before you get to the Bowery. I’d seen Phyllis read at an art gallery in Chelsea a year or so ago and since then I’ve been…
… I asked Kaveh Akbar if I could video him while he read at the Poetry Project and he said yes. All I had was my iPhone, but I put it to use, shooting him vertically, not horizontally because I was up close and Kaveh is tall. I’d heard him read last year at KGB,…
… I’d rather watch fireflies than fireworks pressing against the dark. “They’re vicious beasts,” Dad says: “All they do is have sex and eat their prey by the light they make. There’s the first one now!” I look watching it glowing go out quickly back into the dusk again flickering up the wood going off…
