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Event Calendar
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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

Kit Robinson

The Messianic Trees is the first major collection of thirty years of poetry by Kit Robinson, one of the core members of the Bay Area literary renaissance and language movement. In the 1970s and 1980s Kit Robinson performed with San Francisco Poets Theater and produced "In the American Tree: New Writing by Poets", a weekly radio program of live readings and interviews on KPFA radio in Berkeley (with Lyn Hejinian). He has published seventeen books of poetry and has also taught poetry writing in schools through the California Poets in the Schools program. Robinson's awards include a Fund for Poetry Prize and an NEA creative writing fellowship.
 

"I consider Kit Robinson to be one of his generation's most accomplished, innovative, and genuinely witty writers."
- Anselm Hollo
"As Kit Robinson notes in this fine collection of his writing, 'language courses through us . . . and we can tap into it at any time.' In this paced history, the many forms of his poetic notation shine with the humor of a poet who knows that 'dreams count you among the players in the all universe commodities sweepstakes,' and who works 'in collaboration with [his] trusted business partners, the birds.'"
- Joanne Kyger

Selected Poems

Brett Favre


Kit Robinson

 

I like divisible with an amateurish slant
No one can say this
The bird sings with its digits
The rose has no dents
Translate the articles of my terminal faade
Of what use is policy
Given over into world flambeau
The abrasive logic of stems
Territorial retrograde concussion
To stumble halfway back in the pack
All eleven of them

You get used to anything
When your name is Seor Feel
The news is just what
A cliff hanger read by paper
In the pale light of damn
Cancel my subscription to the march of vibes
When the bus stops, get off on it