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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

Anne Tardos

Anne Tardos is a poet, composer, and visual artist. She is the author of several books of poetry and the multimedia performance work and radio play Among Men. A selection of her readings and performances (many with Jackson Mac Low) can be heard on the University of Pennsylvania's website—PennSound—and on UbuWeb Sound. Her book of poetry, I Am You, has appeared from Salt Publishing, and she is the editor of Thing of Beauty, by Jackson Mac Low (University of California Press). Her new book, Both Poems, is forthcoming this year. Her poem "The Pure of Heart" has been set to music by composer Michael Byron. She is a 2009 Fellow in Poetry from the New York Foundation for the Arts. www.annetardos.com

Selected Poems

from NINE 1-63


Anne Tardos

 

10
First you practice nonviolence on yourself then on others.
All events that occur are caused by earlier events.
An idea for a form originates from another form.
You could say, "being alive means defending a form."
These phone calls are strong enthusiastic and uniquely restrictive.
Anguish chagrin discomfort despair grief depression guilt and remorse.
A group of gentle friends and their mixed emotions.
Is Nothing the inertia of Something, asks a friend.
I'm confessing that I love you, now, this minute.


60
The steady gaze of the elephant in the room.
Topsy turvy trust issues undermine questions of self love.
The perfect listener is both delightfully attentive and deferential.
Too much reticence can freeze your heart and mine.
You're my hippocampus, the sea-horse I can't live without.
It's either going to be tartar sauce or puttanesca.
Effervescent joviality can fade like decayed euphoria almost instantly.
Instant remembrances approach me like trees in the forest.
Inadmissible lines containing more or fewer words than nine.