Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Peace On A presents Rob Halpern & Eleni Stecopoulos


Movement (or shape in writing) is a knowledge that isn’t one’s thinking per se. One’s thinking by itself is movement that is knowledge.
~ Leslie Scalapino

Peace On A

presents

Rob Halpern & Eleni Stecopoulos

Thursday, June 5th 2008 8PM
BYOB & donation: $5

hosted by Thom Donovan at:

166 Avenue A, Apartment #2
New York, NY 10009

about the readers:

Rob Halpern is the author of Rumored Place and Snow Sensitive Skin (co-authored with Taylor Brady). Two collections of poems, Disaster Suites and Music for Porn, are forthcoming this year, and a little chap called "Imaginary Politics" will be out from TapRoot Editions this month. He's currently co-editing the writings of the late Frances Jaffer together with Kathleen Fraser, and translating the early essays of Georges Perec, the first of which, "For a Realist Literature," can be found in the current issue of Chicago Review. He lives in San Francisco.


from MUSIC FOR PORN

Like yr body’s inner edge I feel things everywhere this pure circum
— schisms surround me but whatever happened in the car my
Social vacancy fills with random abductions stories extending

Lonely from the day’s bleak tone rows a landscape or whatever de
— scending points in space can’t see how we’ve been thrown
Out of the thing’s now blank interior it’s always a gamble trade

Being no event no self-evidence inside the dispersion affects
You boy how yr organs go on finding me here as one who might
Still feel a distance even when living in the other room strung

Out between their cries and the inner heat yr body leaves rim
— ming images lips limits what these circumcisions sing around
Me no more optical effects now pure pictures eyeing this — heaven.


Eleni Stecopoulos was born in New York, NY and currently lives in San Francisco. She has published a chapbook, Autoimmunity (Taxt, 2006), and her first book, Armies of Compassion, will be published by Palm Press in 2009. She is at work on Earth Also is a Private Language, a book-length poem that takes place via the island of Evvia (Euboea): its geothermal springs and hydrotherapy traditions, ancient cults, and family stories that involve escape. In 2007 she guest-co-organized the Paros Symposium on Poetry and Translation in Greece. This spring she curated an event on poetics and healing, featuring psychologist Eric Greenleaf and poet/design/builder Robert Kocik, for the Poetry Center at San Francisco State University.


we have been made into
immovables domestic warp
the sacrum into acquisition
at the expense of the people the real people the principal
line that cuts us phoneme that articulates
my pursed fingering air as the instrumental
difference plays . the feeling
for people whose names we can barely
pronounce those names amnesty delivers
when I see human on a soup can
administer the homonym before
english can attack

from “Sacral Thought,” Armies of Compassion



Peace On A is an events series devoted to emergent work by writers, artists, performers, activists and scholars. Link Wild Horses of Fire weblog (whof.blogspot.com) for back advertisements, introductions and reading selections.

Friday, May 23, 2008

The Phoneme Choir (ad)


MOVEMENT RESEARCH FESTIVAL SRING 2008
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
Thursday May 29th - 10 pm
THE PHONEME CHOIR
Judson Memorial Church Gym, $5
243 Thompson St, just off Washington Square South
R. Steiner wrote: “The entire universe is expressed when the alphabet is repeated from beginning to end.” Join us for an orchestrated performance of the forty phonemes which are the English language's most basic structural units. The Phoneme Choir is part of The Prosodic Body, an ongoing collaboration between choreographer Daria Fain and architect/poet Robert Kocik based on their exploration of language as a somatic practice.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

4 Songs for Governmentability

Who decides
who gets to live and

who gets to die
and who misses them

and who mourns eventually
that our science can

only keep
some of us alive and

them not even for ve
ry long

may be the w
orst

fact of all that
‘keeping alive’ shou

ld be the problem of
all science and medi

cal practices
to stay alive to

relieve pain
to die comfortably honorably

represents the
limited extent

of our creativity
and thinking.


So the prisoner
sings and is his body
tho he is
in prison and the state thusly
courses through
him a ‘capillary funct
ioning’
of power thusly
through us in that
song of some
immanence open and
ungovernmentable which
unsentimentally
will see
the walls of sovereignty fall
in a way unlike the way
they were built.


Wearing your ‘war hair’ in the rain
please let your enemies deserve you.


Too much governmentability
not enough desire

for the good we are not good
or just without which law

sustains us lawless except
we won’t pretend some sovereignty

wasn’t the word pretend these
prisons were good

for the soul 'infinitely detained'
by no due process what rogue

state was ‘we’ unmourned
or ‘they’ far away like bodies

we can’t see they see us
down into a Roman thing

incision of the ‘two bodies’
burnt by what remains.