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Event Calendar
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performances
April 22

ACL presents Renee Baker Quartet, Visual Dark Scratch Suite

exhibitions
April 22

Woman: Frailty Thy Name, works by Renee Baker

readings & workshops
April 25

Reading: Toni Jensen

readings & workshops
April 26

Four Milwaukee Poets: Alix Anne Shaw with Annie Grizzle, Sam Pekarske & Bethany Price

readings & workshops
April 28

Wisconsin Reads: Reading with Louise Erdrich (video streamed to Woodland Pattern)

readings & workshops
May 2

Poetry Reading: Rena Priest and Denise Low

readings & workshops
May 2

Craft Talk with Denise Low at UWM

readings & workshops
May 10

Birds in Poetry at Urban Ecology Center

performances
May 13

Alternating Currents Live presents: The Transatlantic Bridge #11

readings & workshops
May 16

Kundiman Midwest Chapbook Series Noel Pabillo Mariano

performances
May 17

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
May 24

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets

performances
June 3

ACL presents: Tom Hamilton & City of Vorticity

Susie Timmons

Susie Timmons lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her most recent collection of poems, The New Old Paint was published in spring, 2010, by Faux/Other. Other books include Locked from the Outside (Yellow Press), and a mimeo chapbook, Hog Wild (Frontward).

In her introduction to Susie Timmons's first collection of poems, Alice Notley noted Timmons's "naked" train of thought and, above all, her wit. "I just want to know what she's going to say next... Witty doesn't just mean funny: it means things like fast, brainy, unexpected, resourceful, endowed with genius."

Selected Poems

Song from the Esperanto


Susie Timmons

 

A hundred bright eyes up in a cypress tree

You are drawing nigh and nigher

Uh Oh my wings are on fire

But just the tips though.


Big angels darken my door

And drop large orbs of music and song

They darken my threshold

And stroke my hands with their antique tongues

They pull my hair

And get my tears to do things.

The silver phone rings. I will answer. Thank you! A gift.

The mystic shape of an antique tongue

Beats my eyes with the grapes of doom.