POETRY THIS WEEK

Monday, Mar 8
Professor Java's
Monday Night Open Mic
Muddy Cup Open Mic

Tuesday, Mar 9
Poetry Off The Hook
Emack & Bolio's

Wednesday, Mar 10
Live From The Living Room
Flavour Cafe Open Mic

Thursday, Mar 11
Bohemian Book Bin
Every Other Thurs Poets
Rockhill Bakehouse

Friday, Mar 12
World Poetry Cafe
Wize Wordz

Saturday, Mar 13
Woodstock Poetry Society

MULTIMEDIA

Albany Poets Podcast
NEW: Podcast #32 - Poets Speak Loud - February 23, 2009

Albany Poets TV
COMING UP: Live Streaming from the Poetry At The UAG

Spoken Word Videos
NEW: Albany Word Fest - April 17-18, 2009

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OTHER:TEN
Issue ten of Albany Poets' art/lit magazine OTHER: is now available.

Online Open Mic
Introducing a brand new way to share your work. Start posting your poetry today!

Upstate Poetry Workshops
Check out our ever-growing list of poetry workshops that are all around upstate New York.



NICOLE PEYRAFITTE

Nicole PeyrafitteMultimedia performance artist Nicole Peyrafitte was born in Luchon (French Pyrenees). As an autodidact, she considers each step of her work an attempt to fulfill her compulsion to learn through a process of immersion that generates performances incorporating voice / paintings / videos / writing & often cooking. Peyrafitte performs locally, nationally and in Europe.

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POEMS

 

OUTER EDGES

for Dahr Jamail
(inspired by Dahr Jamail’s Iraq Dispatches Jan14 & 15 & landing of Huygens probe on Titan January 14th 2005)


from outer outer edges
no smell
no name
eyes still open
watching the edges of death and sun

probe my heart
standing in a field full of unexploded mortar rounds
seeing, touching and smelling
respond against any bodies

through a filter sensitive
into the walking freezer
a morgue
filled with spots, ovals and swirling vortices
& filaments of gas
come, come, come & take care of it
come, come, come & take care of it
come, come, come & take care of it
These channels merge into river systems
lakebeds featuring offshore ‘islands’ and ‘shoals’

now carrying water in buckets from the river
piles of scorched date palm
come, come, come and shoot
come, come, come and shoot
come, come, come and shoot
searched our houses
didn’t steal / now they steal
didn’t hurt us / now hurting us so much

it’s the eyes that got me
they won’t go away

take a shower while you can