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Event Calendar
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readings & workshops
November 19

Poetry Reading: Santee Frazier & Franklin K.R. Cline

readings & workshops
November 21

Offsite Talk: Native American Identity & the Politics of the Poetic Image 

readings & workshops
December 3

Ultimate Truth Poetry Reading and Book Release

readings & workshops
December 6

Heddy Keith author of Through it All

readings & workshops
December 9

Poetry Reading: Tonya M. Foster & Samiya Bashir

performances
December 10

Alternating Currents Live presents Nicole Mitchell Quartet

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

Brian Teare

Brian Teare is the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and MacDowell Colony. He has published poetry and criticism in American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Ploughshares, Provincetown Arts, St. Mark's Poetry Project Newsletter, Seneca Review, Verse and VOLT, as well as in the anthologies Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century and At the Barriers: The Poetry of Thom Gunn. His first book,The Room Where I Was Born, won the 2003 Brittingham Prize and the 2004 Thom Gunn Award for Gay Poetry. His second book, Sight Map, is out from University of California Press; his third, Pleasure, will be published in 2010 by Ahsahta Press. He lives in San Francisco, where he teaches and makes books by hand for his micropress, Albion Books.

Selected Poems

Vision is question

(Ives : 
July 4th)



Brian Teare

 

afternoon encumbered

by thunder         birches

turned dirty           curvy

piss-yellow stormlight

& someone singing      behind the trees' screen     a place in the soul

                                                                        all made of tunes         of long ago
            "a certain
                                                                         —but it is hard        to love
              kind of ecstasy"
                                                                         old men's      sentimental

                                                                         off-key singing      even

when beauty     moved them     as it moves us     to watch fire

works in wartime     eerie green
                                                                 "but they sing
mimetic     sound of missiles
                                                                  in my soul"
whistling     bitter smoke

smothers the field     a song our fathers loved     :     Shall we     gather at the river?