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<[sic] PRESENTS ALLYSON PATY / EXCERPTS FROM THE FURTHER AWAY>

Allyson Paty is the recipient of a Richard J. Koppenaal Award for Distinguished Interdisciplinary Study in poetry, performance, and cultural theory, and a Herbert J. Rubin Prize for Poetry. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in Tin House, Gulf CoastDIAGRAMColorado Review, Boxcar Poetry Review and elsewhere. She lives in Brooklyn. 

<[sic] PRESENTS AMY LAWLESS / EXCERPTS FROM ELEPHANTS IN MOURNING>

Amy Lawless is the author of Noctis Licentia (Black Maze Books, 2008) MY DEAD (Forklift, Ohio summer 2012), and Elephants in Mourning ([sic] press, Detroit, 2012). Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in esque, Everyday Genius, Catch Up Louisville, and Sink Review. She was named a 2011 New York Foundation for the Arts fellow. She teaches creative writing at Rutgers University and lives in Brooklyn.

Knight Arts talks about [sic]

Knight Arts is a program of the John S. and James L. Knight Foundation. Written by Jeremy Schmall. Photography by Sarah Sharp. 

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<PHOTOS FROM OUR FIRST EVENT IN OCTOBER, 2011. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. ALL FILM SHOT AND DEVELOPED BY BRANDON LAKE>

THE VULGAR TAKEOVER
 
tragedy begets diaspora
begets invasion begets the next colonization
 
as thus the sperm tails flood into the city
flushing in through its multiple vaginal orifices
the bowels howling of new blood
thirsty to be reborn in the urban deadwood
dead ten years now
this, the city ghost of its former self
this, the ghost that haunts itself
and haunts me
in Seattle, in New Orleans, in Ladakh
 
and you, the many,
the middle school angst field trip fingerers
deer in head lights many, starry eyed suburban/rural
you, tacoma dog, you
you, the smart dressed best of jackson or jacksonville
you the grandson cocks of kansas
you the david cockerfields, the norman cockwells
flocked here to in duststorm etchings to mark a bootprint into a neoclassical grave
 
you who feed this city caricature artifice
you taxi driver, you basketball diaries blow jobs
you starving for back room coke half shaved eyebrow
 
you who should have watched bright lights big city
(to know what you’re running from and what you’ve gotten yourself into now)
 
you who swell at the mouth of Harlem
in your circle jerk tight jeans
holding out for the cum cookie press
you will have your yellowcake and eat it too
 
you hypermodern fated white kids who ruin everything everywhere.
 
you who think you have free will and individuality.  you who blindly act out the will of the capitol beast.
 
with no remorse, no discourse, no disclosure, and nothing to lose but your girlfriend slash student loan debt crash ceiling.
 
you, the jizzing internet hype white wash melting pot for a new millenium
from just-the-tip of ellis island
to every new condo ghetto in brooklyn or chicago
why not?
 
we the generation homeless
cardboard construction
shacked up in brightly colored plywood squares (are the new cubicles)
building loft beds and spiral staircases to heaven (factory issued prefabbed china)
carving out a little space here or in guatemala
to find peace in a storefront or supermarket (I’m all lost)
 
this the only city jealous of new orleans
may giuliani never lay his white bedlam palms upon it
 
you the indestructible bed bug
the congestion priced cockroach
the dis-eased mosquito
in the safe-house police-state up river
 
and me still sleeping under the featherlite newsprint
of yesterdays tragedy.





SOUTHBOUND EIGHT TRACKS

fumbling wrongway stoplights
post full moon cycling past
starfish wastelands and the smallness
of so many abandon highways running out to sea

I had a simple fish hook passport
dice and diamonds in my eyes
a fence post sunrise visa
stomach roaring like a lion
eager to displace the starmapped
inky bellows of my patchwork stitched history

I was telling you stories
trust me

I was feeding you a tasting assortment
of my basement pitch past stumbling
round the darkness without a matchbook
to expose how it is I wear this smile

was I even smiling?

and wrestling with how unintentionally steadfast
I’ve become harder around the edges
and too soft where it counts

tip the kiltered diving bird twenty percent
skip stones over the endless ocean
abreast the concrete countertops
we were a couple sandfaced mugs
severity swinging in the air so heavy
this pavement duststorm
spoke aramaic pastorialism
I named the bastard “fun”
and so it was

across the two mile chasm
ditched up the middle of the room bunkered
I could feel your breath
and wondered if I was too close

when you are already loosing a chess game masterpiece
stoically serve up kamikazes
but save the queen

my superhero power
is invisibility squared
so you might’ve missed
the hot make out session
in the damp film room staircase

or perhaps this locomotive steampress
in the production gap between my ears:
flashed rainbow touched visions of a
thousand love stories rarely lived
and black boxed commitment traps
stringtide, divide, and proliferated,
propel me jet set to the light!

you are a peculiar wizard
with a sealing waxed mouth
so many shades of gray
like a clothes covered skyline
against an aggressively palmy sunset

I don’t mean to cast shadows
with my electric blue sternness
why can’t I be more pastel around the edges
and more chalk
where it counts

again a five minute late text messaged
exclamation point hope
a post blossomed rose pedaled
palladium princess with a salted peanut
nothing new
just another pretty girl staring at her shoes

a mixed tape eight tracked letter
scatterred fifteen hundred miles too close now
and the southbound wind blows dandelion dreams
with the steampressed blank cold
and breathless




li pallas lives in washington d.c.. two poems courtesy of li pallas, © li pallas 2012. photo by caitlin elisabeth.

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