louderARTS Anniversary

louderARTS: the reading series
celebrates EIGHT YEARS of poetry and performance
at 13 Bar/Lounge (35 E. 13th St., Union Square)

Monday, April 3, 2006 @ 7 pm
$5 ($4 for students)

featuring KIMIKO HAHN and THOMAS SAYERS ELLIS

… with showcase poets including Oscar Bermeo, Patrick Rosal, Patricia Smith, Rich Villar, Mara Jebsen, Abena Koomson, Elana Bell, Matthew Charles Siegel, Scot Lee Williams, Raymond Daniel Medina, Tara Betts, Bassey Ikpi, Samantha Raheem, Roger Bonair-Agard, Lynne Procope, Marty McConnell, Laura Moran, Emily Kagan, music by Rebecca Hart and more.

Since 1998, louderARTS has provided a nurturing and challenging community for NYC artists, showcased established and emerging poets, and set a standard for excellence in fusing the written and spoken word.

louderARTS’ Monday reading series includes seven formats: SLAM, Pinion, louderEDGE, Raise the Red Tent, GrooveNation, OUTloud, and UPPERCASE. Each format incorporates an open mic and seeks to shape or expand the audience’s understanding of poetry and the world in which we seek to create it.

For more information on louderARTS: the reading series, please visit louderARTS.com, or email curator at louderARTS dot com

de la palabra


city of names II
Originally uploaded by Ole*.

“a name orients one to his universe the Lakotas believed/so a change in a name meant a chance for improvement/for the child who was not doing well”

it took me a lot of years to get comfortable with the name oscar. other kids found every way possible to use the name against me and i prayed for some kind of magic name fix. it wasnt till my mid twenties that i learned to appreciate the uniqueness of the name and settled in pretty well with it. then i picked up the moniker OB along the way. outside of poetry, only one person has ever called me that so i like to think of it as my “poet name” (as opposed to ‘de la palabra.’ an amusing story i will happily share with good company)

enough with memory lane. heres a damn good poem. latah…

…naming and other Christian things by Roger Bonair-Agard

At 31 I finally learn that Lena is short for Magdalene
one of those enigmas of biblical lore whore found religion
I have often questioned her motives
this love of Jesus Christ
this holy supplication to the Son of Man
… and I think about Lena my grandmother
great big woman, skin of ashy obsidian
hair whitened with the burden of conviction
and wonder about this business of weeping and foot washing
but I can only remember her iron hand and rigid schedules
her admonition on catching me daydreaming
up on the outhouse roof
-Get down off that thing boy!!
-You have your book to study!!
-What kind of man do you expect to become?!
I recall her jacking up
of my equally stern grandfather
informing him of the folly
of any repeated attempts to hit her
…never does Mary Magdalene come to mind
not in the helpless ‘weeping for the crucified way’
not in the convenient Catholic depictions
of feminine frailty of morals and spirit
I know of a Magdalene with fight
more Joan of Arc than Maid Marian
more Sojourner Truth than damsel in distress
and I want to tell the withering two-dimensional ghost
couched and crumpled at the foot of the cross
-Get up and fight woman!!
-Wake up and live if you love him!!
-Jack up the Pontius Pilate and refuse surrender!!
a name orients one to his universe the Lakotas believed
so a change in a name meant a chance for improvement
for the child who was not doing well
so having learned the root of my grandmother’s name
I cannot summon the sympathy for Mary Magdalene
cannot help her weep tears of distress
only wish I could retroactivate a name change for her
show her my grandmother carrying 30lb sacks of coffee
dragging her swollen leg behind her
rising from her deathbed to fight her daughter’s battles
One day if I am worthy enough
I will become a man worth crucifying
and all her beatings her lessons her Puritanism
and super-human strength
will have taught me
that surrender is not an option
On that day I expect to see
standing at the foot of whatever urban cross they fashion
all five-foot-ten of Lena
pointing one huge gnarled finger at me
the shining authority of her eyes
coming from the black forest of her flesh
the white electricity of her hair
lips trembling in rage
-Get down off that thing boy and fight!!!
-What kind of man do you intend to become?!

© Roger Bonair-Agard

City of Blinding Lights

more ties being cut as the jay-oh-bee continues to get used to life without me. about a year and a half back, i was really going for this other job here in the city. went through three interviews and it finally boiled down to me and someone else. of course the someone else got the job which was a let down but it really gave me a new appreciation for what i do.

most days, i feel like a glorified furniture mover or a real articulate baby sitter around here. now i am seeing the look on peoples face when i tell me that i am at t-minus 20 days before i bounce from here and its a welcome look of appreciation and “damn, we are going to miss you” ok, not everybody feels like that just the people who i like ;-)

this monday is the anniversary show at 13 and, for all i know, this could be my last spotlight moment at “louderARTS:the reading series” *new name. dont ask*
it should be mad fun. i think ima do about b-boys. its relatively short which means i can take my sweet ass time delivering it. me thinks i will seriously memorize it in the next few days which means i get to bust out the pen and paper and write that shit down till i can see it in my sleep. yes, in the course of memorizing poems i have lullabyed mahself to sleep with them and had them greet me in the morning.

boy, i sure did leap from my work to 13 in an awkward leap. uhmm, lets do it again

it sure was fun being in the audience at tuesdays acentos show. i spent the first half of the show in the farthest edge of el teatro bouncing between listening (lemme say that i am really diggin where gabriel huallanca is going with his work and would sure love to be around to hear more of his poems) and clowning (“and away WE go!” you have to say it in the bugs bunny looney tunes voice) but mostly just chilling. nice thing about anniversary shows– seein old friends. its even better when you can actually talk to them for more than two seconds.

next leap.

im gonna be on WBAI wednesday morning with eliel lucero. i think this may be eliel’s first time on live radio so that should prove to be fun. based on the run down of the show, i may just go with the same set i dropped at acentos.
– Paying the Toll
– Anything to Declare?
– Ode to Mario Moreno Reyes
the last one being a new piece i wrote about an hour before the event. this piece is lending itself to sonnet form so ima go down that road as i edit it down.

more leaps as i have to finish the funding request i’ve spent most of the day workin on. so i leave you with this…

City of Blinding Lights

The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now

Neon heart dayglo eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They’re advertising in the skies
For people like us

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground….

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Don’t look before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs purple irises
The camera can’t see

I’ve seen you walk unafraid
I’ve seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Time… time
Won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… luckily

Lyrics- Bono
Music- U2

Telephone Booth # 679 by Pedro Pietri


phone
Originally uploaded by oddthingies.

because I am one
of those passengers
that took off before
the airplane got off
the airport grounds
I cannot be called
A. Neorican
B. Nuyorican
C. New Rican
D. Barrirican
E. Ameri Can
I refer to myself
as none of the above
who has never left
the land deeply loves rum
which is holy water
to speak in tongues
after being Informed
your check ran out
& they are too drunk
to chase after roosters

© Pedro Pietri