Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Jay Millar, Mark Goldstein, Marianne Apostolides and Andrew Hugues 11.19-20.10

Back to Back Amazing Events! Join us for a reading on Friday evening and a workshop on TransTranslation on Saturday. Details for both below!


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Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Brenda Coultas and Ted Mathys 11.13.10

Please join us for another awesome reading by two phenomenal poets!Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Brenda Coultas and Ted Mathys

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Yes! Reading Series Welcomes David Mills and Tomas Urayoan Noel 11.7.10

Join us for another incredible evening of poetry. Note the different time. Excerpts from their work are included below.Yes! Flyer David Mills and Tomas Noel

Tomas Urayoan Noel

co-opt city

hi then, city

cooped, recouped



sí, tú


in situ

our birthright


dead end


& then




a burned


a Citi-®


some ziti


somos sums

cu dada nos

de servers


do shared


da citizens

be vocal

dem denizens


say when

ye urb

of quién?


(op. city)












Ionic Man


Knee scream.




a hot dog eased into a hi-tech bun?



Have you ever dated a claustrophobic frank?



Medial collateral ligament rip, right?

Right. The right.



Physical the see therapist three weeks a day.



Hydrocollator. Human

barbecue. Hot ribs. White.

Hot. Season me.



Stimulation: electrodes

flank my knee. Volley sparks

coast                      to                                           coats.



Muscle mumble.3.3 Mhz.



After rub. Lotion glows in the blood.



Ultra sound: the pate of the albino

temple turtle orbiting my knee.




Leg the left swing like a pendulum;

Right the swing pendulum leg a like.



Full moon: a knee



this evening

of ink.



Femur. Patella. Tibia. Beneath

the flesh: mortal and pestle.



Little fails don’t feet me now. The miles

of 1,000 starts journeys with one step:

weak down the stairs on the walk leg;

up strong the stairs on the start leg.



A New Negro movement. A New Negro move

meant: think about it, there’s more to this this

than this that.



Walking is nothing

but a constant

recovery from a fall.


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Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Bernadette Mayer, Joe Hall and Travis Macdonald 10.2.10

It is in the stars! Join us for an evening of unpredictable poetry at the Social Justice Center Albany NY!

Macdonald Hall Mayer yes flyer

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Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Cynthia Hogue and Sam Truitt 9.22.10

Please join us for a wonderful reading!

See excerpts from their work below.

Yes flyer for Hogue and Truitt reading

From Cynthia Hogue’s When the Water Came: Evacuees of Hurricane Katrina

Excerpted From: Victoria Green, Mother of Four

If the lake was flooding the city,

we knew it’d never be the same.

CNN was showing people on houses.

This was not a strange neighborhood to me.

This was my neighborhood.

It’s where I went to school.  Where

I shopped for groceries at Circle Food.

I got married at that church,

christened my children, buried my kin.

New Orleans is the cornerstone

for spirituality, the stomping grounds

for psychic ability.  You don’t

get on the bus and go somewhere else.

It’s our culture.  You’d have to be a citizen

of New Orleans to understand.

I was here a week and my mother passed.

She never had been sick.

I think any of us would trade

any charity we got to go back

to August 15, 2005 and warn all our family

that terrible storm would take everything away

from us.  But we don’t

get those chances.

We get what we get.

Sam Truitt’s poem “Mobile”

mess=nest. that’s          to not rely

“just the way it          on words—these

happened to be”

a statistical reliability          makeshifts—to

in gain of diversity          blaze

450 BC                        no key

that made it work

out but shift came          picture-

in the form of zero          frame—what the eye

paradigm     air—head/mind/intellect:

Isolation     Blood—heart—

fragmented (mobile)          falls on—to

Blood—ink                        flow—

Skin. Parchment. (thirst?)

Inner—outer          raze


or all that is describable is a workable system

you wave the first word & the whole thing


overwhelming     the world

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Yes! Reading Series Welcomes Jennifer Karmin, Maryrose Larkin and Sarah Giragosian

Yes! kicks off its Fall 2010 season with three wonderful writers. Please join us for an evening of delight!

Yes Reading Series Fall 2010 Welcomes Jennifer Karmin, Maryrose Larkin and Sarah Giragosian

Poem by Jennifer Karmin author of aaaaaaaaaalice

desk / a table frame or case esp. for writing and reading

the alphabet a a a a a a a lot
comes after a box of papers some
things to do lots of things to do get
things done in the real world get things
done in my world a calendar is useful
a good invention pens books what else
bills letters to send postcards stamps
lists and lists of everything notebooks
full of ideas learn to play chess work on paintings
film to develop a tape recorder mom plays o sue zanna
mail always comes try to decide what should go
in every drawer everyone has a junk drawer
i am organized and not very organized

Excerpt from Maryrose Larkin’s Late Winter 30

The pressure of facing the why section when I wanted horizon

pressure dropped winter angle face  and  spring 50%   pushed

through grey replacing from the top and patchy

no  winter or                late winter

shiver cover some can never

Late one in whirl no opposite morning  cross struck pink

change insoluble atmosphere east facing mothering under

but not mother not cinders not mocking pushed into wings

late suffer other petal synoptic surface shadow and 50% no 50

pansies no 30 pansies silver light on the fence

rain the written

Sarah Giragosian’s “The Glass Squid”

Nearly unseen, so limpid

as to be lost, the glass squid

is a genius of minimalism;

even its outthrust eyes conceal their long shadows,

their undersides casting forth light as from street lamps

and effacing their structures.

The glass squid never outgrows

its safe, calflike translucence,

although I wonder if it feels quite safe

when it passes its predators: moire chambers

with electric lures and waving, tentacled things

that shiver against seaweeds

or medusa heads, trawling

or still. Night is a fiction

below, yet the darkness that the diver

caught on camera could be in a Caravaggio.

There’s a cost to see the squid’s eyes tricked into sight;

its dark, broadside world was lit

for an instant not by light

of its design.   Was it scared?

Some survive with minds that are semaphores

of alarm, while others cope with a force–violent

and vestigial–that nests above in neural

readiness, quick to transmit

its misprision, as in love.

I look as if at a sphinx,

as if we’re bound together in exam

or fugue, while some strange atavism vies within.

Configured so, I soon look away, though masked eyes

can look as through a glass seal.

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Friday 4/23: Kazim Ali

@ the Social Justice Center, 33 Central Avenue, 7:30 pm

Poet and Professor, Kazim Ali is a UAlbany alumni  the author of two books of poetry, The Far Mosque (Alice James Books), winner of Alice James Books’ New England/New York Award, and The Fortieth Day (BOA Editions, 2008). He is also the author of the novel Quinn’s Passage (blazeVox books), named one of “The Best Books of 2005” by Chronogram magazine, The Disappearance of Seth (Etruscan Press, 2009),  Bright Felon: Autobiography and Cities (Wesleyan University Press, 2009) and Orange Alert: Essays on Poetry, Art, and Architecture of Silence (Michigan UP, forthcoming).

He is an assistant professor of Creative Writing at Oberlin College and teaches in the low-residency MFA program of the University of Southern Maine. His work has been featured in many national journals such as Best American Poetry 2007, American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Barrow Street, jubilat and Massachusetts Review. He teaches at Oberlin College and the Stonecoast MFA program and is a founding editor of Nightboat Books.

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