SPT PRESENTS: A Community Writing Itself

Please join us for:

A Community Writing Itself: Conversations with Vanguard Writers of the Bay Area
including participation with Kathleen Fraser, Robert Glück, Michael Palmer, Camille Roy, Sarah Rosenthal, & Elizabeth Treadwell reading for Leslie Scalapino

in excitement for the new anthology edited by Sarah Rosenthal (Dalkey Achive, 2010)

Saturday October 9, 2010
event begins at 7:30 pm
Timken Lecture Hall, CCA SF
1111 8th Street, SF, CA 94107
$8-15; SPT members and students free

Readings by authors featured in the book
Q&A with audience members*
Wine, water and refreshments


You are invited to bring your own questions for Kathleen, Robert, Michael, and Camille, about any aspect of their work. Below please find a (not exhaustive!) list of links in case that's helpful as a starting point.

More about the project:
http://www.dalkeyarchive.com/book/?GCOI=15647100098560

Sarah Rosenthal is the author of Manhatten (Spuyten Duyvil, 2009) and the chapbooks
How I Wrote This Story (Margin to Margin, 2001), sitings (a+bend, 2000), and not-
chicago (Melodeon, 1998). Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals including
ecopoetics, Bird Dog, textsound, dusie, and Fence, and is anthologized in Bay Poetics
(Faux, 2006), The Other Side of the Postcard (City Lights, 2005) and hinge (Crack,
2002). Her essays and interviews have appeared in journals such as Jacket, Denver
Quarterly, Rain Taxi, Otoliths, and New American Writing. She is the recipient of the Leo Litwak Fiction Award and grant-supported writing residencies at Vermont Studio Center,Soul Mountain, and Ragdale. An Affiliate Artist at Headlands Center for the Arts, she has taught creative writing at San Francisco State University and Santa Clara University as well as privately, and writes curricula for the Developmental Studies Center.

Kathleen Fraser:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathleen_Fraser
http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/fraser/
http://www.woodlandpattern.org/poems/kathleen_fraser01.shtml
http://www.literaryhistory.com/20thC/Fraser.htm
http://poemtalkatkwh.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-stop-cars-poemtalk-13.html
http://www.studiocleo.com/cauldron/volume4/contents/index.html
http://jacketmagazine.com/31/lett-prit-fras.html
http://jacketmagazine.com/25/guest-iv.html

Michael Palmer:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Palmer
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/98
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/palmer/palmer.htm
http://www.poemhunter.com/michael-palmer/
http://jjgallaher.blogspot.com/2006/09/michael-palmers-poetry_07.html
http://archjournal.wustl.edu/node/36
http://www.stmarys-ca.edu/external/Mary/archive/Mary_spring2003/interviews/palmer.htm
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=181659
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0ilP2PX7rA

Camille Roy:
http://www.shampoopoetry.com/ShampooTwentytwo/roy.html
http://www.shampoopoetry.com/ShampooTwentynine/roy.html
http://www.sfsu.edu/~poetry/narrativity/issue_two/quotes_Camille.html
http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/roy.html
http://www.asu.edu/pipercwcenter/how2journal/archive/online_archive/v1_2_1999/current/forum/forum.html http://blogs.salon.com/0001600/
http://www.cca.edu/calendar/1174

Robert Glück:
http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Gluck.php
http://www.sfsu.edu/~newlit/narrativity/issue_one/gluck.html
http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.com/2010/08/spotlight-on-robert-gluck-jack.html
http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2004spring/gluck.shtml
http://www.dipity.com/timetube/YouTube_Graphic_Narrative_Storytelling/list
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Narrative

In Case You Missed It: A reading report on Ariana Reines

by Steven Lance

Ariana Reines did not walk onstage in a pantyhose helmet. She wasn’t wearing a burkha of trash bags over a scotch-tape bra that crinkled her boobs and refracted the spotlight. As the audience clapped and finished red cups of prosecco, Ariana did not rip through her black plastic outerwear, break her stick-on nails and dig the stumps into her arms until they bled, “saying something about women and fashion.”

That had been the plan, though, she said.

As it happened, Ariana Reines took the stage modestly in a black sweater and black pants, with a fifth of Old Grandad as her only accessory. She had stayed somewhere downtown the night before, she said, somewhere cheap; bedbugs and “fucking the guy from the hotel” had kept her from finishing her ensemble in time.

“But this is a poetry event,” Ariana said, “so we can still appreciate it conceptually.”

She promised scary surprise for the end of the night. I can only imagine what everyone was imagining. Then she asked any audience-members who could already tell they weren’t going to like her to leave. It’ll save us all time, she said. She waited. No one moved.

I sat in the shadowy safety of the comfortable seats, wishing I could be Ariana Reines, lusting after Ariana Reines, fearing Ariana Reines. Her performance at CCA last Friday was, among many other things, sort of early punk: glammy, visceral, abrasive, smart, funny. I came away feeling as if I had split my night between an intellectualist literary thing and an grungy house-show in Oakland.

In the contemporary poemosphere, Ariana’s work is unique, partly because she does things many poets seem afraid to do. She talks about fucking. She risks things, emotions. She valorizes “the work that humiliates itself.” But there’s more to her than scandalizing the bourgeoisie. She’s obscene, yeah, but she never comes off as sensational; she’s emotional, but never sentimental — and she’s intellectual, but not quite academic. I think she’s our Catullus.

Or our Exene Cervenka. It doesn’t really matter whom she’s channeling; she seems to be a writer who is always, necessarily, what she is. I’m misquoting a line from one of her poems by saying this, so I’ll throw the real thing in here:

“When I am on all fours and I have to pee and he has to pee and he fucks me the tension in our bellies and the blood in our middles makes us have to be what we are.”

I like this line because I would never have written it in a thousand lifetimes. And also because it’s really complicated. What it’s describing is a sex act that leads not to transcendence, godliness, soulification, but to something like ecstatic incorporation. Not toward a soul but a body: the penetrating force is Sebastian’s arrows, not Christ’s wounds. It’s a figure of dualism conflating itself and becoming whole. And this seems to rhyme with something I noticed in the reading.

At least since Wagner’s innovations at Bayreuth (most essentially, killing the house-lights and nailing down the seats), theaters have been structurally and systematically turning audiences into voyeurs, performers into spectacles, depersonalizing everyone. The theater last Friday at CCA, with its movie-house chairs, convincing spotlights, and elevated stage, was fully equipped to do the same — but Ariana refused to be aestheticized. Every time she felt the fourth wall descending, Ariana attacked it like a German kid with a sledgehammer, or Don Rickles. She talked to the audience, inviting questions after almost every poem, passed the Old Grandad to a friend in the front row, and interrogated anyone who looked like they might be heading to an exit.

“Goodbye, Mister,” Ariana stopped one poem to say. “Everyone, we have lost the man in stripes.”

“I’m just peeing,” said the man in stripes (who later proved his good faith with involved questions about Ariana’s translations).

Ariana never failed to be funny in these exchanges, and was usually comically self-deprecating (she did her best to minimize even her most formidable credentials, such as translating the writings of Anarcho-Zionists Tiqqun, and serving as French interpreter on a UN relief mission to Haiti) but I found myself wondering whether the moments of banter between poems weren’t themselves literary events, or at the very least, somehow, expository. Thinking about this during the reading, I typed unnecessarily cryptic notes in my phone: “Persona as poem.” “Body = Body of Work.”

But I was probably missing the point, because the poems were holding it down on their own. Ariana is sexy and charismatic, and seems to have strong ideas about how her work and her public persona should be experienced, but the poems would be good even without all of this.
Another thing: I get the impression from hearing Ariana read that she’s an expert in Medieval French literature, which would make sense in a very neat way. Besides being our Catullus or whatever, I think she’s also something like a troubadour: she writes in the vernacular, she makes art of her romantic adventures, she spreads poetry beyond the clerics, and, also, secretly, she sings.
Troubadour-like, she invited the audience to come closer before she started reading Friday. She began and ended the night with covers. The first was spoken: she read the lyrics to Kurt Weill’s “September Song,” which became an incantation in her hands, more magical and just as melancholy as the well-known Jimmy Durant interpretation. “Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few / September, November / And these few precious days I'll spend with you / These precious days I'll spend with you.”
She stood while reading this, but knelt for her own poems. If issues of stability and the less-than-half-full bottle of Old Grandad were a factor in her decision, then I can only say that Ariana is a very classy and subtle drunk.

Explaining that she had read from The Cow last time she was in San Francisco, Ariana performed only works from Court de Lion and her new book, Mercury, which is coming out in four installments from Fence Books.

I was especially into a poem called “Palace of Justice,” which is going to be part of Mercury, so I was happy to find a selection from it on Fence’s website. Here’s a selection from that selection:

You shake your head like Stevie Wonder when you come
Your wife says I am a skank who looks like a rat
I have to admit I agree with her
And I do not understand altogether
My tendency toward violent disclosure
As though I deserved it or
As though you did. This does not matter however
Because inside the Palace of Justice
There sits a craggy man
Whose desolate honesty belongs to the earth and to earthly things
And in this respect his desolation is accorded to the evil
Only of earthly things

If I were in grad school right now, I would write a paper called “Neo-Neotericism in the Poetics of Ariana Reines.” Since I’m not, I won’t, but I will say that Ariana’s poetry gets to me in a way that most other new work doesn’t. Yes, I do like that it scandalizes my bourgeois decorum, but it’s more than that.

Last spring, when Ariana was the visiting Holloway Poet at UC Berkeley, I was lucky enough to take a workshop with her. And the Ariana Reines I got to know a little in this class was a revelation.

Ariana Reines, the one in the poems, is superhuman, superhumanly vulnerable, and impossibly cool. She’s the bloody-nosed older sibling every girl and boy wants to be, the one who has a lot of sex and is famous and probably carries a knife.

In the workshop, Ariana was still inalienably cool, but she was also kind, responsive, fanatically well-read, and a talented teacher with expansive tastes in poetry. She encouraged us to break free from the workshop’s mandate of safely-departicularized vagueness. She challenged us to write poems that risked something, poems that made us uncomfortable, poems that made us weep. She fought against slickness, against retreating into jokiness. And she exhibited very good taste in the work she brought in to share with us: I still have most of these photocopied sheets at home. The whole experience was a wonderful treat.

I should get back to describing the reading, though, and here’s a good point for re-entry. Remember the scary surprise Ariana mentioned at the beginning? It turned out to be not all that scary, and sort of wonderful. Last time I saw Ariana read, she was denouncing The Watchmen for injuring Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah,” by playing it over terrible superhero sex. She called for a moratorium on its use in media. And then I remembered reading, in Cour de Lion, something about listening to Leonard Cohen to feel “the popular emotions.”

Everyone has a special relationship with Leonard Cohen, I know, but I might speculate that, for Ariana, he is linked to an ideal sincerity, a personal emotional register of pain and beauty. Maybe not. Maybe I’m saying more about myself than about her. Either way, the scary thing turned out to be “Hallelujah.” Ariana brought a guitar from backstage, apologized effusively, then sang the haunting song in what one audience-member called “a wonderful quaver” and other audience members described as an honestly good voice. Even her finger-picking was impressive, at least to me. It was really a moving experience. Like Don Quixote calling to his Dulcinea, Ariana was identifying and saving something beautiful from years of abuse.

After the reading, when the audience spilled out to have a weekend night in the city Ariana stayed behind for a long time, talking to the people crowding around. And this was the Ariana that I remember from our workshop, the Ariana who sang “Hallelujah” and in doing so undid a generation of media exploitation and cheapening. She was warm, sincere, and kind — what she is. I walked out and into the misty nighttime, feeling very lucky to have been there.

SPT PRESENTS: NATHALIE STEPHENS: Vigilous, Reel: Desire (a)s accusation

Please join us for a talk by Nathalie Stephens: Vigilous, Reel: Desire (a)s accusation

Saturday September 25, 2010
event begins at 7:30pm
CCA Graduate Writing Studio
195 deHaro Street
San Francisco, CA

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N S (Nathalie Stephens) writes l'entre-genre in English and French. Her books include We Press Ourselves Plainly (2010), Carnet de désaccords (2009), The Sorrow And The Fast Of It (2007), and Je Nathanaël (2003/2006). Other work exists in Basque and Slovene with book-length translations in Bulgarian. There is an essay of correspondence (2009) : Absence Where As (Claude Cahun and the Unopened Book), first published (2007) as L'absence au lieu. Also, a collection of talks, At Alberta (2008). Besides translating some of her own work, Stephens has translated Catherine Mavrikakis, Gail Scott, John Keene, Édouard Glissant. She lives, she thinks, in Chicago.


This event has been possible in part by the collaborative efforts of the New Reading Series at 21 Grand and the Poetry Center at SFSU, both venues at which NS will be reading next week. Please check http://www.sfsu.edu/~poetry/ and http://newyipes.blogspot.com/ for more details.

an evening with ARIANA REINES

You should come to this.


Please join us for an evening with one of the most brilliant.

an eveing with ARIANA REINES
Friday September 10th at 7:30pm
Timken Hall, CCA SF
1111 8th Street, San Francisco 94107

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Books by Ariana Reines include The Cow (Alberta Prize, Fence: 2006), Coeur de Lion (Mal-O-Mar: 2007), Save the World (Mal-O-Mar:2010), and Mercury (forthcoming Fence: 2011), and the translations The Little Black Book of Grisélidis Réal by Jean-Luc Hennig (Semiotext(e): 2009) and My Heart Laid Bare by Charles Baudelaire (Mal-O-Mar: 2009). Telephone, her first play, was commissioned by The Foundry Theatre and produced at the Cherry Lane Theatre in New York in 2009, winning two Obies and broad acclaim. During that time she was Virginia C. Holloway lecturer in Poetry at UC Berkeley. In Spring 2010 she lived in Los Angeles and worked as a translator and uncredentialed therapist with trauma clinicians, medical workers, and children around Port-au-Prince, Haiti. Right now she's in New York working on music with members of Psychick TV and Marc Ribot's Ceramic Dog.

SAVE THE DATES: the FALL SEASON

For over 35 years SPT has been at the heart of where experimentation and community intersect. We are thrilled to invite you to our upcoming season- filled with tributes and performances and celebrations of community.


Our Fall lineup is as follows:


Sept 10: an evening with ARIANA REINES
at Timken Hall, CCA San Francisco

Sept 25: a talk by NATHALIE STEPHENS: Vigilous, Reel: Desire (a)s accusation
at Graduate Writing Studio, CCA San Francisco, 195 de Haro

Oct 9: community writing itself: conversations with vanguard writers of the Bay Area
with SARAH ROSENTHAL
and contributors MICHAEL PALMER, KATHLEEN FRASER, BOB GLUCK and CAMILLE ROY with a reading of LESLIE SCALAPINO by ELIZABETH TREADWELL
at Timken Hall, CCA San Francisco

Oct 19: an evening with HIROMI ITO (co-presented by Mills College)
at 7:00PM at Mills College, 5000 MacArthur Blvd, Oakland

Oct 22: the Shakers- a play by KEVIN KILLIAN and WAYNE SMITH
at Timken Hall, CCA San Francisco

Nov 19: a celebration of The Encyclopedia Project with TISA BRYANT, KATE SCHATZ and MIRANDA MELLIS featuring performances from TAMMY RAE CARLAND, GLORIA FRYM, BOB GLUCK, CHRISTIAN NAGLER, JOCELYN SAIDENBERG, SARA SEINBERG, CHULEENAN SVETVILLAS and SARAH FRAN WISBY Music from Jacob Eichert & Co., surprise cameos, and much, much more!
at Timken Hall, CCA San Francisco

Dec 4: a tribute to LESLIE SCALAPINO
at Timken Hall, CCA San Francisco


Dec 10: SPT's Lifetime Acheivement Award: ETEL ADNAN
site TBA

Dec 19: an evening with FIONA TEMPLETON
at Graduate Writing Studio, CCA San Francisco

** all events begin at 7:30pm unless otherwise noted

As we gear up for the Fall, I hope you will take a moment to renew your support of Small Press Traffic, which makes our events possible. Of course, as a member you’ll again receive free admission to all of Small Press Traffic regular events. But you’ll also gain the satisfaction of knowing that you are supporting some of the most exciting and innovative writers of our time.


Please renew your SPT membership today to help us reach our goal of 50 new and renewing members by September 30th. There’s no better time than now! You can visit www.paypal.com and use smallpresstraffic@gmail.com in the “To” field, or drop your renewal in the mail and send to 1111 8th Street, San Francisco, 94107.

Thank you and see you soon!

Samantha

CALL FOR PROPOSALS: Poets Theater 2011

Dear Friends,

In a few months Small Press Traffic will be celebrating our ten-year anniversary of Poets’ Theater! Poets Theater is an annual festival in which innovative works are performed, enduring avant-garde plays showcased, and the boundaries of theater generally jostled by artists and writers in collaboration to ask questions around and negotiate the possibilities of poetics and – and in – performance.

Each year this event has brought large audiences in appreciation of, and in engagement with, this ongoing and evolving community of writers and performers, and is always one of SPT’s major fundraising events. This year we are delighted to announce two evenings of new plays and performance works and most importantly, we want you to be involved.
We’d like to invite you to consider contributing a performance to this year’s events, slated for January 2011.

Contributions could can range from brief play to improvised performance to participatory instructional pieces to cross-genre collaboration – or anything you might discover between or beyond those suggestions. For example, you could submit a two minute piece with the instruction to have it be performed four different times throughout the night by different performers. Or you could submit a more "traditional" 10 minute play or a set of instructions for the audience. You get the idea, right?

Unfortunately, given this is our big fundraiser, we won’t be able to offer payment for your participation, but the experience of the festival affords communion, conversation, sometimes a little collusion and always a lot of fun. We really hope you'll submit your ideas!

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES:
1. All proposals must be submitted September 15th to poetstheater@gmail.com.

2. Proposals must be no longer than one typed 8.5x11 page of text.

3. Proposals must be for performances that will not exceed 10 minutes in length.

4. Proposals should include the following: a basic idea (with maybe some lines of dialogue); general technical needs for the performance (music, lighting , props etc.); number of performers; and, if you are unable to attend but would like to send in a proposal for others to perform on your behalf, a suggestion for a director/performers.

5. Proposals should reflect the constraint of the performance space, which has a limited stage area, minimal lighting, and minimal rehearsal access.

We, of course, would love to accept every proposal we receive, but will sadly have to select only 15-20 proposals. We will notify contributors by October 1st regarding their submission, as well as next steps and further details for selected entries.

Please feel free to e-mail with questions and the like. We look forward to hearing from you.

Best,

David Buuck, Cecil Giscombe, Lauren Shufran, Karen McKevitt and Samantha Giles
The SPT PT ’11 Committee

Reading Report: Aaron Vidaver & Dorothy Trujillo Lusk

(belated) Reading Notes: Aaron Vidaver & Dorothy Trujillo Lusk @ SPT 17 April 2010

(mishearings/mistranscriptions left intact)

AVid: "Primary Evaluations (1975-95)" — text from twenty years worth of reports from AV's time in the Canadian educational system. Ideologies of institutional & bureaucratic discourses — of the individual, trained in/thru language. A/poetics of the ideological state apparatus.

"Aaron has made good progress this year in reading"

"Aaron's own writings are fluent"

"I would like to see him become a more independent worker"

— 'confessional' in an uncanny, discomforting way — class on display, as framed from 'outside' (the 'individual') & 'inside' (the 'system'). Thinking here too of Dana Teen Lomax's _Disclosure_

"try not to include too many monsters, Aaron"

"When he expresses this information on paper..."

— increasing discomfort, like looking through someone else's personal files. But that's exactly what we're doing? Listening to such? Made yet more discomforting given the subject's reading them to us? (Still — we can keep at bat w/ 'oh, cute, what a precocious child!' - the pre-writer, the not-yet-Vidaver...)

"If you want to enjoy the next level, you'll want to put out more effort"

— effort, what is effort? what is a life? but the accretion of 'effort'? as determined by...?

—Who keeps this data? Where? (esp. pre-digital) (AV as archivist) (what states keep, what families keep)

"capable but erratic"

"failure's likely, unless a radical turnaround in effort"

— so many of these phrases also can be read/heard as commentaries on the text itself, self-reflections or meta-commentary

— and now onto 'post-secondary', here culled from teachers' margin notes on AV's writing:

"I think you get the point"

"Aaron, I *loved* reading your journal"

"Your throwaway remarks about Hegel and Marx..."

— as a teacher, impressed by extent of feedback — so intimate, anonymous (here, now, for/to us), at times seemingly rote/assembly line, yet still — addressed to *me*, when/where does such interpellation spill over into tenderness?

"I learn so much every time I read your journal"

— the archival impulse — q. of what a *self* is, over time, accumulated in language & documents — the 'complete works', autobiography (by other means?) of a writer/intellectual — the coming of age (non-fiction) novel — avoiding easy critique of nationalist educational systems, since foregrounded is the way in which one makes sense of oneself in response to such 'feedback' — & how the feedback develops over time, into what? a reputation? a sense of who/what-one-is? a guage of one's 'effort' (in relation to what norms, what expectations?). State-us updates.

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DTL:

The dense, thick, politicized language, at-times-neutered *you* & *my*, soft (?) anger...

"since I'm a whiner, only in person..."

quick — but not spitting — *intensities* — i.e. intimacies are not in and of themselves *positive*/good — abjection w/o cyncism or self-pity

(where my nipples touch yr nipples the political is personal)

"Why do I have a phony English accent?"

— canadian & class identities

"former sonnets all for the plunder"
"froth management"
"collected glut"

— *where* is 'Culture?" she asks — where/how/when does culture live/act?

"I want you all to get up for art"

"But how did I *get* here?"

— then some multi-lingual work — Chinook, Italian, Eastern European, French — purposively clunky prosodies pressing up against the glitch-play -> translations that retain DTL's stuttering pushing-pulsing pressing up against sense/nonsense sense-making/marking, as well as chafing some formalisms of 'pure' language v. tone/sound – 'old english' — "I dreamt as a dog"

"England — bunch of ships"
"Spain — bunch of ships"

("anti-tumblehome / for fallen comrades")

"Is that a penis in your pocket or are you just going to shoot me?"

— Such events as 'bringing the news' — from elsewhere, not just the 'reading' but the context, contrasts, talk, drinks, histories, counter-histories, jokes, gossip, torqued cynicisms, trans-local book-trade, cross-border interrogatives, all that & more ---

— David Buuck