In Those Days, Randall Jarrell

In those days—they were long ago—
The snow was cold, the night was black.
I licked from my cracked lips
A snowflake, as I looked back

Through branches, the last uneasy snow.
Your shadow, there in the light, was still.
In a little the light went out.
I went on, stumbling—till at last the hill

Hid the house. And, yawning,
In bed in my room, alone,
I would look out: over the quilted
Rooftops, the clear stars shone.

How poor and miserable we were,
How seldom together!
And yet after so long one thinks:
In those days everything was better.

(via Poetry 365: In Those Days, Randall Jarrell)

Poetry at The Pulp featuring Pat Riviere-Seel

Tonight at 7 PM, Poetry at The Pulp features Pat Riviere-Seel. The reading is followed by an open-mic. So, if you can not make the trip to Warren Wilson College, hangout at the Orange Peel’s members-only club, The Pulp, and enjoy an evening of poetry.

Tonight, 8:15PM, free public reading at Warren Wilson College

This morning Kevin McIlvoy and Alan Shapiro presented lectures as part of the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. [1] Tonight, Dean Bakopoulos, Martha Rhodes, Alix Ohlin, and Ellen Bryant Voigt read their work at 8:15 PM at the Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel. [2]

[1] The complete Public Lecture Schedule for The MFA for Writers at Warren Wilson College – Winter 2011 [2] The Public Reading Schedule – Winter 2011

Free public readings at Warren Wilson College

The last few years I’ve taken advantage of the free public readings by guest poets and writers at the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. It’s free and open to the general public.

A few years ago I heard Marianne Boruch present a lecture discussing ars poetica in contemporary and American poetry. It opened my eyes to the poetic process. Another year I heard a poet deliver a lecture for the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College and then, months later, discovered an essay based on that lecture printed in a notable literary journal. I thought to myself, I heard it first before it made print!

One evening [1] I heard Mark Jarman, Stephen Dobyns and Percival Everett read new and or forthcoming work. And yet another time, I heard a lecture by Maurice Manning [2] that continues to haunt me. I think back to some of the other notable readings, [3] notable to me at least, and chart the influence [4] of some poets in my work.

One poet who was a regular guest of the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College was Steve Orlen. He passed away recently [5] [6] [7] and I’ll miss hearing him read “I Love You. Who Are You?”? [8]

What I find amusing is that the public readings don’t attract larger crowds. Maybe this is one of Asheville’s best kept secrets.

[1] The MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College public readings — Winter 2007 [2] The MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College public readings — Winter 2008 [3] The MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College public readings — Winter 2008 [4] The MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College public readings — Summer 2010 [5] Arizona Daily Star [6] Best American Poetry Blog [7] Laura Hope-Gill’s Tweet [8] Anthologized in Best American Poetry 2005

The MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College Public Reading Schedule – Winter 2011

Twice a year, the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College offers public readings by guest lecturers and graduating students. Here’s the schedule for this year (as posted on their web site):

Monday, January 3, 8:00pm – in Gladfelter, Canon Lounge
Antonya Nelson, Dana Levin, Patrick Somerville, Maurice Manning

Tuesday, January 4, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Rick Barot, Michael Parker, Eleanor Wilner, Megan Staffel

Wednesday, January 5, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Dean Bakopoulos, Martha Rhodes, Alix Ohlin, Ellen Bryant Voigt

Thursday, January 6, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Brooks Haxton, Karen Brennan, Alan Shapiro, Stacey D’Erasmo

Friday, January 7, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Debra Allbery, Liam Callanan, Jennifer Grotz, C.J. Hribal

Saturday, January 8, 6:00pm – “Fastest Readings in the World” with MFA Faculty at  Malaprop’s Bookstore/Cafe, 55 Haywood Street, Asheville.

Sunday, January 9, 8:15pm – in Gladfelter, Canon Lounge
Marianne Boruch, David Haynes, C. Dale Young, Kevin McIlvoy

Monday, January 10, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Graduating fiction student readings: Zoe Lasden-Lyman, Scott Nadelson, Brian Tai

Tuesday, January 11, 8:15pm – Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel
Graduating poetry student readings: Leslie Contreras Schwartz, RJ Gibson, Jenny Johnson, Glenis Redmond

Wednesday, January 12  –  4:30pm, followed by Graduation Ceremony
Graduating student readings:  Diana Lueptow, Nathan Poole, Andy Young

Public Lecture Schedule for The MFA for Writers at Warren Wilson College – Winter 2011

In the past, I’ve enjoyed lectures from notable poets like Marianne Boruch and Maurice Manning. This year the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College offers public readings by the following guest lecturers:

All lectures will be held in the Fellowship Hall behind the Chapel unless indicated otherwise.

Tuesday, January 4
MARIANNE BORUCH:  The End Inside It
11:15am

Wednesday, January 5
KEVIN McILVOY: Sentencing & Summoning: Reflections on the Sentence and the Poetic Line
9:30am

Wednesday, January 5
ALAN SHAPIRO:  Technique of Empathy: Free Indirect Style in Poetry
10:45am

Friday, January 7
MICHAEL PARKER:  Transvestite Hermaphrobite: All Hail the Semi-Colon
9:30am

Tuesday, January 11
STACEY D’ERASMO:  On the Unsayable
9:30am

Tuesday, January 11
RICK BAROT:  The Sea and the Zebra: Visual Effects in Poems
10:45am

Wednesday, January 12
DEAN BAKOPOULOS: Hot Dog Station!  Show Show Show!: Expressionism, Exclamations, and the Lyricism of Upheaval
10:00am

Wednesday, January 12
MAURICE MANNING: Place and the Composition of Poetic Self
11:15am

For Christmas Day

by Charles Wesley

 

Hark, how all the welkin rings,
“Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil’d!”

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
Universal nature say,
“Christ the Lord is born to-day!”

Christ, by highest Heaven ador’d,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb!

Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail th’ incarnate Deity!
Pleas’d as man with men to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here!

Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.

Now display thy saving power,
Ruin’d nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to thine.

Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp thy image in its place.
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

Let us thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the life, the inner man:
O, to all thyself impart,
Form’d in each believing heart.

(via Poetry Foundation)

The God We Hardly Knew

by Óscar Romero

 

No one can celebrate
a genuine Christmas
without being truly poor.
The self-sufficient, the proud,
those who, because they have
everything, look down on others,
those who have no need
even of God- for them there
will be no Christmas.
Only the poor, the hungry,
those who need someone
to come on their behalf,
will have that someone.
That someone is God.
Emmanuel. God-with-us.
Without poverty of spirit
there can be no abundance of God.

Mosaic of the Nativity (Serbia, Winter 1993)

by Jane Kenyon

 

On the domed ceiling God
is thinking:
I made them my joy,
and everything else I created
I made to bless them.
But see what they do!
I know their hearts
and arguments:

“We’re descended from
Cain. Evil is nothing new,
so what does it matter now
if we shell the infirmary,
and the well where the fearful
and rash alike must
come for water?”

God thinks Mary into being.
Suspended at the apogee
of the golden dome,
she curls in a brown pod,
and inside her the mind
of Christ, cloaked in blood,
lodges and begins to grow.

(via )

The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold

by Madeleine L’Engle

 

The winter is cold, is cold.
All’s spent in keeping warm.
Has joy been frozen, too?
I blow upon my hands
Stiff from the biting wind.
My heart beats slow, beats slow.
What has become of joy?

If joy’s gone from my heart
Then it is closed to You
Who made it, gave it life.
If I protect myself
I’m hiding, Lord, from you.
How we defend ourselves
In ancient suits of mail!

Protected from the sword,
Shrinking from the wound,
We look for happiness,
Small, safety-seeking, dulled,
Selfish, exclusive, in-turned.
Elusive, evasive, peace comes
Only when it’s not sought.

Help me forget the cold
That grips the grasping world.
Let me stretch out my hands
To purifying fire,
Clutching fingers uncurled.
Look! Here is the melting joy.
My heart beats once again.

Into The Darkest Hour

by Madeleine L’Engle

 

It was a time like this,
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss-
and yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.

It was time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight-
and yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour
in quiet & silent light.

And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth
when all things fall apart?
Ah! Wonderful it is
with no room on the earth
the stable is our heart.

Advent

by Donald Hall

 

When I see the cradle rocking
What is it that I see?
I see a rood on the hilltop
Of Calvary.

When I hear the cattle lowing
What is it that they say?
They say that shadows feasted
At Tenebrae.

When I know that the grave is empty,
Absence eviscerates me,
And I dwell in a cavernous, constant
Horror vacui.

(via Poetry Foundation)

So yeah, I think the TV interview went well

That is, until the interviewer realized I wasn’t Viggo [1] Mortensen [2]. The irony is that I don’t have a television and haven’t for years. And cable. Well, I think maybe I had cable service about a decade ago to watch the Olympics. So I was a bit embarrassed when the interviewer asked me if I had seen her show.

What the interviewer found fascinating is that the event I helped organize with two other people was promoted exclusively through social media and word of mouth. Most people who manage events work up a press release and send it to local print, radio, and television outlets. And in turn, local newspapers, radio and television stations pick up local entertainment news and add it to the calendar of events to fill in programming space. But that’s not how three people on a September afternoon began to plan an event.

Three weeks after that September afternoon, sixty people attended an invite-only poetry reading, book-signing and jazz show on a Friday night with almost no coverage [3] by the Mountain Xpress or Asheville Citizen-Times. The event was so far under the radar that it didn’t garner a mention on Ashvegas’s Asheville Hot Sheet [4]. To be honest, at the time I didn’t know if an event publicized exclusively through Twitter and Facebook and word-of-mouth would work. But it did. And I guess that’s why I was invited to a television interview regarding that event.

One comment made during the taping of the interview hasn’t left me. I don’t recall who said it, but someone observed that if poets watched a lot of television there would be less poetry in the world. Television has been around for at least 85 years. Most people reading this have grown up with access to television. This means most of you — specifically Gen-X and younger — grew up in a mass media culture. Interestingly, less than 60 years ago, the poet T.S. Eliot packed an university gymnasium with 15,000 people [5] to hear him lecture about literary criticism. Not exactly what you might call primetime broadcast material. At the time Eliot delivered his lecture, the average American earned a salary of $5300. A car cost $2100. A color television set cost between $500 to $1000 and a gallon of gasoline cost $0.30. [6] Cable television was on the horizon [7], but like network television it was only just becoming accessible to most Americans.

Now, an average gallon of gasoline costs $2.81. The average annual salary is $42,000. [8] And it seems ironic that now a cable television program may be making poetry more accessible to Americans. [9]

[1] Poet, painter and, oh, yeah, an actor. [2] He founded Perceval Press to publish his own books and CDs as well as other artist, poets, musicians and photographers. [3] Full disclosure, Mountain Xpress Blogwire did mention the event twice, but it’s not quite the same as opening a copy of Mountain Xpress on a Wednesday afternoon and reading a nice piece by Alli Marshall or one of the other writers covering Asheville’s vibrant entertainment scene. [4] There is always a lot of entertainment going on in Asheville. So I don’t fault Ashvegas for neglecting to mention an event that was not publicized in the traditional manner on the Asheville Hot Sheet. Maybe the event might get a mention if Dehlia Low or the Avett Brothers were part of it.  [5] Is there a poet alive today that could lecture about literary criticism and pack out a gymnasium?. [6] When I look through the television history archives, I can help thinking that a lot of those old television screens were not much larger than an iPhone screen. [7] Now that there is Netflix, will that be the end of cable television? [8] I wonder if the average American salary includes under-employed and unemployed Americans? [9] Estimated viewership of local cable television ranges between 150,000 to 180,000.

View of Asheville from the Roof Garden

The sun is setting. The full moon is rising. The room is set up for tonight’s poetry reading and jazz show. The dark mocha stout cupcakes with…

Rooftop Poets party tonight, 8 p.m.

The Rooftop Poets event has begun

Rooftop Poets Event Program

Rooftop Poets: the doors are open

Battery Park Hotel

It’s 7:30PM! The doors are open and guests are arriving outside the Battery Park Hotel. Time to make my way to the Roof Garden.

Rooftop Poets party tonight, 8 p.m.

View of Asheville from the Roof Garden

The sun is setting. The full moon is rising. The room is set up for tonight’s poetry reading and jazz show. The dark mocha stout cupcakes with Bailey’s frosting look tasty. The supremo chocolate rum balls look like they could break several Prohibition-era laws. Time to get ready for the show.

The doors open at 7:30PM and the event begins at 8PM. Tickets are $10 each. Guests arriving at the Battery Park Hotel will be let in by a doorman who will have your name on a guest list.

See you all in less than two hours!

Poetry at the Roof Garden

Roof Garden Ballroom

Time to set up the Roof Garden of the Battery Park Hotel for tonight’s Prohibition-era poetry reading and jazz show.

More event details are here: link.

Poetry and Jazz at the Roof Garden

Battery Park Hotel: Roof Garden

In September an idea was born to hold a poetry reading under a full moon at the Roof Garden of the Battery Park Hotel. Tonight is the culmination of that idea.

Few people have access to the Roof Garden. Join the Rooftop Poets for a fine evening of poems, songs and full-moon revelry. Doors open at 7:30PM and the event begins at 8PM. Tickets are $10 each. Guests arriving at the Battery Park Hotel will be let in by a doorman who will have your name on a guest list. If you’re not on the guest list, you have to ask yourself, why not?

Tonight’s Rooftop Poets

Historic Battery Park Hotel

After some homemade latte and a walk through Asheville’s autumn splendor, I’ll wrap a couple last minute details and then head downtown to the Battery Park Hotel.

For tonight’s event, the doors open at 7:30PM and the event begins at 8PM. Tickets are $10 each. Guests arriving at the Battery Park Hotel will be let in by a doorman who will have your name on a guest list.

Tonight: Rooftop Poets: with music by Vendetta Creme and Aaron Price

Listen to music samples of Vendetta Creme, the featured musical guests for the Roof Garden event. The doors open and the band starts playing at 7:30 p.m. The poetry reading begins at 8 p.m.

A poetry reading and jazz show on the Roof Garden of the Battery Park Hotel

Rooftop Poets
Barbara Gravelle, Matthew Mulder, Brian Sneeden
with music by Vendetta Creme & Aaron Price
1 Battle Square, Asheville, North Carolina
Friday, October 22 · 8:00pm – until
doors open at 7:30pm — event begins at 8:00pm

In celebration of the publication of Barbara Gravelle’s latest book, Poet on the Roof of the World, join the Rooftop Poets under a full moon on the Roof Garden of the Battery Park Hotel for a Prohibition-era poetry reading, book-signing and jazz show.

Local poets Barbara Gravelle, Matthew Mulder and Brian Sneeden will perform alongside the French jazz music sensations Vendetta Creme and Aaron Price at the Roof Garden of the illustrious Battery Park Hotel.

Tickets are $10 and include a signed and numbered, limited-edition, 64-page book of poems featuring the work of all three poets, as well as complimentary light refreshments and hors d’oeuvres.

Few people have access to the Battery Park Hotel’s Roof Garden. Join us for a fine evening of poems, songs and full-moon revelry.

Space is limited. Reserve your tickets today by emailing: info@coffeehousejunkie.com

The evening’s cast of characters include:

Barbara Gravelle, author of several poetry books including, Keepsake, Dancing the Naked Dance of Love, and her latest collection of poems, Poet on the Roof of the World.

Matthew Mulder, one of the original members of the Traveling Bonfires, his poetry and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Crab Creek Review, Small Press Review, The Indie, H_NGM_N, and other publications.

Brian Sneeden has produced, designed or written for more than a hundred theatrical performances. He is the current director and MC of Asheville Vaudeville.

Cabaret singer Vendetta Creme (aka Kelly Barrow) and Aaron Price (piano, guitar) perform lesser-known songs from yesteryear. This duo scour the globe for their songs including material from five continents weaved into a seamless, unforgettable show.

Poetry at the Pulp presents feature poet Landon Godfrey

About a month ago I visited the Orange Peel’s private club PULP for an open mic event. The event featured Keith Flynn and the Holy Men followed by an open mic. This weekend I read on the Asheville Poetry Review Facebook page:

POETRY AT THE PULP open mic night on Wednesday, October 6 at 7pm. Sponsored by Wordfest and The Asheville Poetry Review. Feature poet: Landon Godfrey, whose book of poems, “Second-Skin Rhinestone-Spangled Nude Soufflé Chiffon Gown,” selected by David St. John for the Cider Press book award, will be published February 2011. Come join us and share your work with one of the best crowds in Asheville. The Pulp is located underneath The Orange Peel on Biltmore Avenue. See you there!

If you are unfamiliar with Landon’s work, I recorded on of her readings at the Flood Reading Series, Sunday March 29, 2009. Should be another fine evening at PULP tomorrow night. I look forward to seeing you there.

Poem: Reading “My American Body” by W. K. Buckley

Reading “My American Body” by W. K. Buckley


Fireflies sparkle
Outside. I see them through the
Living room window.
It’s the time between
Times as I
Examine a new hole in
My jeans and consider
“Picking up their shreds
To the tangled light.”
Condensation rolls down
St. Pauli Girl who
Makes me sparkle
Inside.

(c) Matthew Mulder. All rights reserved.

Originally published in Rapid River Art Magazine, October 2005