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Yes! Welcomes MacGregor Card + Conchitina Cruz + Jason Cosco 11.11.11

We hope you can join us for the last Yes! event of the year. Featuring the film of Jason Cosco and the poetry stylings of MacGregor Card and Conchitina Cruz.


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Yes! presents Rebecca Wolff, Charles Alexander and Nick Demske 9.30.11 8pm

Join us for a night of poetry and publishing genius! All events start at 8pm at the Social Justice Center 33 Central Ave. Albany NY 12210

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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 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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