Christopher Luna Reads with Jen Coleman & Jefferson Hansen at Passages Bookshop April 7, 2019

Jen Coleman, Jefferson Hansen & Christopher Luna
Sunday, April 7
7:00 p.m.

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Passages Bookshop
1223 NE Martin Luther King Jr Blvd.
Portland, OR 97232
(503) 388-7665
info@passagesbookshop.com

$5 suggested donation for the readers (no one turned away)

Jen Coleman is author of PSALMS FOR DOGS AND SORCERERS, from Trembling Pillow Press, winner of the 2013 Bob Kaufman Book Prize selected by poet Dara Wier. Her second book, WE DENIZENS, was released from Furniture Press in 2016. Jen has been called “the heart’s bittersweet cartoonist” by poet Graham Foust, and “Walt Whitman and Elizabeth Bishop’s secret lovechild” by poet Richard Roundy. Originally from Minnesota, Jen received her BA from Beloit College and MFA from George Mason University in Virginia. She spent eight years in New York before moving to Portland, OR. She now lives in Portland, OR where she works for the Oregon Environmental Council.

Jefferson Hansen is the author, most recently, of the poetry collection 100 Hybrids (Post-Asemic Press). He has also authored Cruelty, a book of short stories, and and Beefheart saved Craig, a novel, both published by BlazeVox. He lives in Minneapolis.

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Message from the Vessel in a Dream (Flowstone Press, 2018) featuring poetry and collage art by Christopher Luna

Christopher Luna served as the first Poet Laureate of Clark County, WA from 2013-2017. His first full-length collection of poetry, Message from the Vessel in a Dream, was published by Flowstone Press in 2018. Luna has an MFA from the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, and is the co-founder, with Toni Lumbrazo Luna, of Printed Matter Vancouver, a small press for Northwest writers which also provides writing coaching, editing, and manuscript review. He has hosted the popular Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic in Vancouver, WA since 2004. Luna’s books include Brutal Glints of Moonlight and The Flame Is Ours: The Letters of Stan Brakhage and Michael McClure 1961-1978. In 2019 Uttered Chaos Press in Eugene, OR will release a revised and expanded edition of Christopher’s Ghost Town, USA, a decade-long investigative poem about Vancouver, WA.

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“Write me a poem,”
says Mom,

“that
I would like.”

“About death.”

Jen Coleman

this poem is under surveillance

this poem will be “read”

by more algorithms than people

this poem was written

while Spotify “played”

Spotify has more data

on this poem than I do

can Spotify “interpret” this poem

this poem was published

in a different form on Facebook

this poem is part of my

Facebook security download

this poem was emailed to the

publisher of this Print on Demand book

yet this poem exists most securely

in the Cloud

Jefferson Hansen

Channel Z (circa 1989)

suddenly static in my own time in your own time beware a tear can
appear a rip a slash through the static in a moment and suddenly too
suddenly you are not wherever you are but then again and there may
be no reason why but there you are in the lavender shorts the garment
that stuck around not wanting to miss a moment of this crisis this chaos
this crisis of faith this fundamental fissure in the unseen scripture you
rarely regarded as worth your time that time static that age static in my
attic laughs in a darkened kitchen and you did not then and you do not
now believe do not believe do not believe in anything but love

Christopher Luna, from Message from the Vessel in a Dream (Flowstone Press, 2018)

Also on view during the reading:

COLLAGES by KEITH WALDROP
March 26 – May 4

Opening Reception:
Tuesday, March 26, 6:00–9:00 pm

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Collage by Keith Waldrop

Seventy-two exquisite & vivid minuscule works by the acclaimed poet, translator, and copublisher of Burning Deck Press.

In a “Statement on Collage” from 1994, Keith Waldrop distinguishes two primary directions, typified by Max Ernst and Kurt Schwitters. Waldrop tends generally toward the latter’s approach, in which “the debris that [Schwitters] has assembled fills the frame — there is no additional space, no container.”

For Keith, collage is “a way to explore, not necessarily the thing that I am tearing up, but the thing that I am contriving to build out of torn pieces.”

For a related exhibition and reading hosted by Wave Books and the Pacific NW College of Art in association with AWP, see the FB page Burning Deck Exhibit and Tribute to the Waldrops.

[JANUARY 19: New Date for] Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Jen Coleman & Mike G

[IMPORTANT NOTE: Due to icy conditions, this month’s Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic has been postponed until January 19. Please help us share this news, and stay safe.]

Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic

Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Partington

Featuring Jen Coleman and Mike G

 7 pm

Thursday, January 19

 Open mic sign up begins at 6:30 and closes at 7

Angst Gallery

1015 Main Street

Vancouver, WA 98660

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Food and libation provided by

Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

 Sound provided by Briz Loan & Guitar: http://briz.us/

LGBTQ-FRIENDLY, ALL AGES, AND UNCENSORED SINCE 2004

https://www.facebook.com/events/1353896004672477/

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Jen Coleman is the author of Psalms for Dogs and Sorcerers from Trembling Pillow Press, winner of the 2013 Bob Kaufman Book Prize selected by poet Dara Wier, and We Denizens from Furniture Press in 2016. Originally from Minnesota, Jen received her BA from Beloit College and MFA from George Mason University in Virginia. She spent eight years in New York, where she co-edited the journal POM2. She now lives in Portland, OR. Coleman’s set will include one poem accompanied by drummer and songwriter Cat Minor.

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Let’s Be Tarsiers by Jen Coleman

It’s too cruel to be a bloody human.

Let’s be a boom-slang, viper or hippo.

Let’s be tarsiers born with fur and eyeballs

big as our brains. Let’s have the long, long feet.

Let me call you tarsier like the long long

bones in your feet. Let me be a tarsier

and balance eye with eye and stay silent.

Take your third tarsier finger and touch my

third finger as long as your upper arm.

Touch your two tarsier toes to my two toes.

Eat bugs and lizards and know me, tarsier

As I know you, tarsier, feasting on bats.

Be awake in the night with me, tarsier,

and leap, and be quite quiet and quite shy.

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Mike G: I’ve been writing for my sanity for quite some time now. It’s the most fun, and the most serious thing I do. For me, performing is the public celebration of this sanity. Now and then I’ve read my poems on KBOO radio. Now and then my poems get published. To say it another way: I oozed from the womb in Michigan with hardly more life than a manikin, then the Muse infused me with madness, inspired my wordplay of  rage and sadness, or sometimes funny, so it’s said; I’ll clown and rant until i’m dead.

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Mike G reads at Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic (photo by Tiffany Burba)

After the plague of boils Job scalded his secret patience formula upon my soul. That’s me lounging on the rotting log spitting a protest melody into the unwashed harmonica. The cold sun is a kind of food. I watch the leaves eat. Eyes fierce and blue in the whiteout blizzard. That’s me, the keeper of memory, not buried yet, heart still beating.