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Event Calendar
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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

exhibitions
December 15 - Jan 28

Text, Textile, Exile: Works by Maria Damon

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

Daniel Tiffany

Daniel Tiffany is the author of ten books of poetry and literary criticism, including most recently, Neptune Park(Omnidawn Publishing) and My Silver Planet: A Secret History of Poetry and Kitsch (Johns Hopkins University Press). Previous books of poetry include Privado (Action Books, 2010), The Dandelion Clock (Tinfish Press, 2010), and Puppet Wardrobe (Parlor Press, 2006). His poems have appeared in the Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, Boston Review, Fence, jubilat, Lana Turner, and New American Writing. Tiffany has also published translations of texts by Sophocles and the Italian poet Cesare Pavese, as well as Georges Bataille's pornographic tale, Madame Edwarda. He is professor of English and comparative literature at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles and has been awarded a Whiting Fellowship, the Chicago Review Poetry Prize and the Berlin Prize in 2012 by the American Academy.

Selected Poems

Fronting



Daniel Tiffany Mostly the creeps turn their heads
so as to not see us.

A repeated phrase glitters on the threshold.
My boyfriends drink out of a dark

green puddle. What is Man
that thou should magnify him?


Then, too, then, too, then, too,
the Bardot girls listen for strangers

back home. Lucky that
grimy curtain doesn't do much

to hide the bed.
Pepper three-way

now your poppy
bower syndrome, not all there

to feel the pranks my boyfriends
have in store for me. 
 


Birdnest Bound



It's easy to draw
a bread and buttermilk line
through Finland.

She fell and left her life
among the stars.
Dido never could be found.

Just as
the mistle-
toe in dead winter

grows a fresh leaf,
its own and not
its host's.

All the mob
comes pouring
to shore.

Birdnest bound,
birdnest builded
on the ground.

Alice never could be found,
a tin of kissing comfits in her pocket.
What,

any medium
can be stiffened
with pearl,

with her ain't gonna play
no secret no more
 look
back, I say.

Still got that throwing-away burning away.

The mouth she asks
this with:
flint, flour, dent, pop.

Something for the horse.