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Event Calendar
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exhibitions
October 6 -28

Exhibition - Ugly Duckling Presse: 25th Anniversary Celebration

readings & workshops
October 25

Poetry Reading: Urban Echo Poets + Open Mic

readings & workshops
October 28

Poetry Reading: Kathleen A. Dale, Louisa Loveridge Gallas, Judith Harway, and Bill Murtaugh

film & video
November 2

Screening: aCinema presents // Retour //

readings & workshops
November 3 -3

Writing is Freedom (a high wire adventure) with elena minor

readings & workshops
November 3

Poetry Reading: elena minor & Paul Martínez Pompa

readings & workshops
November 6

Poetry Reading: Michael Dowdy

readings & workshops
November 6

Offsite Talk: Michael Dowdy @ UW-Milwaukee

special events
November 17

We Exist to Prove the Living Artist: 38th Anniversary Gala

performances
November 18

Concert: Alternating Currents Live presents The Bridge #15

performances
November 22

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

readings & workshops
November 27

Reading: Theodore Van Alst Jr.

readings & workshops
November 28

Poetry Reading: Krystal Languell & Dominique Salas

readings & workshops
November 30

Poetry Reading: Anna Vitale and Daniel Owen

film & video
December 14

Film Screening: Riverwest Film & Video by Emir Cakaroz

performances
December 20

Formations Series for New & Improvised Music

John Tipton

John Tipton has two books, a translation of Sophocles' Ajax and surfaces, a collection of his own verse, both published by Flood Editions. A translation of Aeschylus' Seven Against Thebes and a new collection, Paramnesia, are forthcoming from Flood. He lives in Chicago with his wife Stephanie and son Levi.

Selected Poems

The Underworld

Theseus finds himself detained in strange surroundings.
Seems there's some problem with his visa.
He sits alone in a drab room
with no idea where they've taken Pirithous.
Through filthy windows he can see Shenzhen—
preposterous architecture against a gray rinsed sky;
the haze today thickened by a hangover
from last night's Tsingtao plied with 'ganbei.'

Theseus studies water blots that cloud the ceiling
and reads them as rhinos on stampede.
How different the sign on the door
whose Hanzi characters squint inscrutably at him.
The artifice of his wakeful state distorts
these odd mnemonics he mistakes for thought.

 

 

Crossroads

Xerxes the King frowns through dark glasses
flanked on the viewing stand by admirals
and the bloated eunuchs of his staff.
Newsreel film crews crowd a nearby platform
documenting this day's events for all Persia.
In line along the beach before him
the piked heads of his former engineers—
Egyptians and Phoenicians whose bridge had failed.

But Xerxes would also punish these waters— he will not sacrifice to this stream.
At a subtle gesture of his hand
the countdown begins its descent toward detonation.
The device triggers on zero. Xerxes glares.
Over the atoll a small sun flares.

 

 

Bridgless


They stood dumb beneath the beetling jungle
in black Chuck Taylors and white t-shirts

come to preach across the bridge less waters
at a buckle in the brown Curaray.

These Americans call the place Palm Beach,
address its people with a Quechua slur.

Over the river on the opposite shore
Benjamin Whorf attempts to deliver a message.

Slowed by the air his words decompose,
break into original utterance and primitive sound.

They float like the yellow Piper aircraft
that descends through the Neolithic into Ecuador.

Reformed as the remote Aramaic of Jesus
they assemble into gospels of approximate myth.

The Huaorani men will kill these missionaries
then strip the Piper's wings of fabric.

They'll circle that artifact on the sand,
its frame laid bare in formal relief.

Together they will thicken syllables into song
into the hidden figures of their memories

into what sounds old whenever they sing
word for word what no radio transmits.