Visiting Writers Series
Fall 2011
9.22 Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
10.20 Lidia Yuknavitch & Bradford Morrow
11.10 D.A. Powell (at Flying Object)
11.17 Peter Gizzi
12.8 Michael Martone & Sam Michel
Spring 2012
1.26 Sabina Murray
2.16 Kate Bernheimer
3.29 Sunetra Gupta & Brenda Coultas
Upcoming events at Flying Object
Magic in Lori Baker’s Crash & Tell
by Adam Cogbill
Anyone who’s read a few reviews of small press books has probably observed that these reviews tend to cheerlead. I don’t say this by way of apology; in two paragraphs I fully intend to begin cheering for Lori Baker’s new collection of short fiction, and I don’t feel at all bad about it. But because Crash & Tell is about imagination, this seems as good a place as any to make a related observation: increasingly, it seems imagination is the particular mission of small press fiction. I mean imagination here as the conception of new logics, unconsidered systems of cause-and-effect, embracing bewilderment.
Spring With A Locked Jaw and Fevered Light
by Wendy Xu
Songs Nick Sheehy
Here there is only a guitar and many plates of salad.
A Few Things to Consider
by Michael Bazzett
To Move a Body (Piggyback) Noah Krell
The blueness of snow shadows.
The flaring hoods of our simian nostrils.
The whorled inwardness of our ears.
The metaphysics of the screen porch.
The pleasant weight of a body in a hammock.
The puckered face of good whiskey.
From Middle America
by Anne Cecelia Holmes
In to the Blackwoods II by Andy Denzler
If you are sitting in an exit row please
stop screaming. If you can’t be still
in a pole barn I have a plan.
I am never scientific but again
I am the one exploding all over,
testing how nothing really happens.
Two Poems
by Kyle Flak
A Reunion of Lost People Ida Rödén
What Hank Said On the Bus
she smells like a pine forest
she is a tiny secret room hidden inside the pacific ocean
Music From Another Time
The Space-Time Continuum of Sent For You Yesterday
by Annie Kleeman
The Point and Environs, Pittsburgh, ca. 1950
Pennsylvania State Archives
We tend to think of time as linear—a sequential ordering of discrete episodes, years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds along a kind of yardstick, a static track that we follow as our lives progress.
Junk Parade
by Anne Cecelia Holmes
Life’s Happiness sounds better in french Sarah Thibault
Invisible family where are you. There are people
I’d like to show you. People with their mouths full.
I’m in the state shaped like a chest.
The Gun at Kamurgersky
by Emily Culliton
Fangoria Nuria Rius
When I was twenty I spent this time in Moscow. Before I went, I studied Russian for a month and a half, learned five of the six cases, and thought I was doing pretty well. Then my teacher told me that the first year of Russian was devoted to the cases, the next four years to all the exceptions.
Heaven
by Reynaldo Sietecase // translated by Daniel Coudriet & Mariela Méndez
Nebula Camper Sarah Hotchkiss
The sky is really
a mirror of the sea
with killer waves
swordfish
shrimp
black mermaids
old writers
armed with tridents
And Understand This
by Gabe Durham
Kids, there are two kinds of people: Those who naturally love sports and those who learn to love sports. And if there is a third kind of person, nobody worth chatting up wants to hear about it.
Armando Reverón
by Sara Majka
Inrush (center detail) Mia Pearlman
Museum of Arts & Design, NY
Maybe five or six years ago, when I was in the middle of a divorce from a man I still loved, I took the train into the city. We were moving often during this time, as if it were the best solution to a shattered life.
Interview: Abraham Smith
by Stella Corso
Abraham Smith is an American poet originally from Ladysmith, Wisconsin. Hank (2010) is his second full-length book of poems, after Whim Man Mammon (2007), both from Action Books. He now lives and writes in Tuscaloosa, AL, and teaches at the University of Alabama. This interview was conducted by Stella Corso on May 9, 2011.
When I first saw Abe Smith read at The Wonderland Ballroom in D.C. (during the 2011 AWP Conference), I felt like I had witnessed my generation’s version of Ginsberg deliver his infamous “Howl”.
Invincible Coyote
by Ben Kopel
The hopeful coyote
Allowed the animators
To run him through
With a hollow pipe
In the middle of his audition.
Anthem
by Andrew Michael Roberts
Moon With Face Mirror Caleb Charland
1.
world, let’s take
each other
for granted,
Two Poems
by Michael Robins
Phil’s Hill with Strings Michele Lauriat
Something Wrong with That Boy
Like this wall, water might be like being
buried alive: my hood, my breath, the stone.
Cold among the weeds, a graveside & grime.
