Sunday, September 17, 2006

Dislocate at Paint The Bridge

Dislocate now has a panel on the Washington Ave bridge. Check it out!



Minimalism is so hot right now.

Thanks to Carla Elaine, Philip, Andrew, and Jake for designing and painting it.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

The Poetry Bus

On Thursday, the Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour stopped at the Walker Arts Center on its trip across/around the country. The night began with a poetry tour through the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. Joshua Marie Wilkinson read first next to Double Curve. Amanda Nadelberg read beneath Brower Hatcher's Prophecy of the Ancients. And it was perfect poetry weather. After the outdoor fun, the readings took to the inside of the museum and moved around from gallery to gallery. Becky Peterson (a PhD candidate at the U) and Anthony McCann read to a growing audience in one of the cavernous galleries. Brian Engel-Fuentes and Matthew Zapruder read in another. All in all a wonderfully unique experience (and kudos go to the Walker and Rain Taxi for helping make it happen).

Monday, September 04, 2006

Summer Reading, Part II

It's about that time—back to school, that is, for the folks at Dislocate. Trying to get some good summer reading in before it becomes fall reading. Here's what's been on the proverbial reading plate:

Jake Adam York's Murder Ballads is a treat. At times elegiac, at times meditatively haunting, the 35 poems unfold like some secret history. The poems speak to the South—lynchings and George Wallace, church bombings and Andrew Jackson—but there is also mud and air and night and a radio where "you can hear the dead whispering through." It's an amazing first book. Go read some (and listen, too).

Ornithologies, by Joshua Poteat, is full of the beautiful, the lyric, the narrative—many times all at once. How can you not dig a six-part poem titled, "Meditations in the Margins of the Book of Irish Curses"? His writing/syntax/all-that-jazz is hypnotic. Like York's work, Poteat's is of the earth, and not necessarily a comforting one. Familiar? Yes. Sweetly sad? Check. But bucolic? I guess if you consider slaughterhouses and asylums and ghosts bucolic. The world is a textured place, even the parts that don't see much light. Check out some reviews.

Maurice Manning, he of Lawrence Booth's Book of Visions and A Companion for Owls, keeps me coming back. I printed myself out a copy of Eight Bucolics. Isn't he about due for another book? Cool interview at The Harvard Advocate from a couple years back.

- Nate