Author Archives: Don Yorty

Dennis Cooper reads Face Eraser at the Poetry Project, 10/4/24

Who Is Mom?

Lonely Christopher’s first feature MOM is a fascinating entry into a genre I will call the spiritual detective story. Try (Joseph Huffman), the young protagonist of the picture, has engaged an organization called Responsible Research to find his birth mother, … Continue reading →

Marsha P. Johnson with CA Conrad and Ken Angel Davis

5 Oct ’24

Joan Larkin reads from Old Stranger

30 Sep ’24

When I heard that Joan Larkin had a new book of poems coming out, I asked her if she would come over to my place so I could record her reading from it. Although she lives in New Jersey, … Continue reading →

Jason Schneiderman reads from Self Portrait of Icarus as a Country on Fire

28 Sep ’24

In August at Bryant Park’s Reading Room, Jason Schneiderman read from his new book, Self Portrait of Icarus as a Country on Fire. I had already read and enjoyed the book and wanted to record it and share the poems … Continue reading →

Jiwon Choi, Joan Larkin, & Alicia Ostriker at Bryant Park

18 Sep ’24

The penultimate event at the Bryant Park Reading Room on September 3 featured three poets, Jiwon Choi, Joan Larkin, and Alicia Ostriker. I know and enjoy the work of Joan Larkin and Alicia Ostriker and I partly came to the … Continue reading →

Larry Fagin read by John Godfrey, art by Ken Angel Davis

13 Sep ’24

Larry Fagin, John Godfrey, and Ken Angel Davis in an eternal momentary triumphant triumvirate of art and poetry. Enjoy. .. … John Godfrey at KGB 11/21/16 … …

Steve Turtell reads from Heroes and Householders

13 Sep ’24

When I read Steve Turtell’s poems, I enjoyed them so much I asked Steve to come over so I could record him reading some. He brought Heroes and Householders and read from that book. Steve is a poet and … Continue reading →

A walk and some thoughts in a September woods

12 Sep ’24

Steve Levine reads some poems

29 Aug ’24

…. Some poets spend time with the language and know its foundations, its rhythms and its gifts of color and sense, and in the act of writing a poem, like a stone mason who works each stone, put words where … Continue reading →

Come Here, Roberta

28 Aug ’24

“Come Here, Roberta” is one of the beautiful songs. I first heard Leadbelly singing it when I was a teenager, and I’ve changed a few of the words in passing it along. The words Old Time Used-to-be are mournful and … Continue reading →

Two Floors in August

25 Aug ’24

… Mountain floor, city floor. What grows and where it grows is interesting and has to do with time and place and what you see and what you don’t. Look. Epiphanies are like those snakes that could have bitten you. … Continue reading →