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Starting a new series of poetry workshops with Truong Tran tonight. Last year’s workshop set off a tangent of work that has since become the bedrock for Anywhere Avenue.

Really looking forward to developing another crop of work to add to the IWL and VONA poems which I will soon be forming into Another View of Anywhere Avenue (or somethin like that).

In the last week, I read through Eugene V Mohr’s The Nuyorican Experience: Literature of the Puerto Rican Minority. Written in 1982 by a Puerto Rican Professor it takes a critical look at the works of Miguel Piñero, Piri Thomas, Nicolasa Mohr (no relation to the author), the poets of the original Nuyorican Poets Café (on Sixth Street) and many others, highlighting where the work succeeds and fails from a literary standpoint. If you are interested in Nuyorican lit, you should really pick this up or check it out of your library like I did.

Currently reading Reginald Lockett’s The Party Crashers of Paradise and Juna Felipe Herrera’s Border-Crosser With a Lamborghini Dream with snippets of Victor Hernández Cruz’s Mainlands (a first edition(!) Barb found in a used bookstore). All three of these volumes have me getting as Low-Riding-West-Side-Gum-Snappin-Slick-Rappin as it can get.


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Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotel
By Yusef Komunyakaa

the need gotta be
so deep words can’t
answer simple questions
all night long notes
stumble off the tongue
& color the air indigo
so deep fragments of gut
& flesh cling to the song
you gotta get into it
so deep salt crystalizes on eyelashes
the need gotta be
so deep you can vomit up ghosts
& not feel broken
till you are no more
than a half ounce of gold
in painful brightness
you gotta get into it
blow that saxophone
so deep all the sex & dope in this world
can’t erase your need
to howl against the sky
the need gotta be
so deep you can’t
just wiggle your hips
& rise up out of it
chaos in the cosmos
modern man in the pepperpot
you gotta get hooked
into every hungry groove
so deep the bomb locked
in rust opens like a fist
into it into it so deep
rhythm is pre-memory
the need gotta be basic
animal need to see
& know the terror
we are made of honey
cause if you wanna dance
this boogie be ready
to let the devil use your head
for a drum

© Yusef Komunyakaa

Martín Espada on PBS


The Republic of Poetry
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Martín Espada, will be interviewed on PBS’ Bill Moyers Journal this Friday, July, 13th. In this revealing interview, Espada talks with Moyers about the inspirations and foundations of his poetry, and the significance of poetry to the world today.

More info (and props for the news) over at labloga.blogspot.com