Melissa gazes down at the hot rock, strangling
her finger, glistening- an assignation she
accepted, not guessing what her daily rounds
might be. Secret Agent Girl, she calls herself,
standing in line at Starbucks, gunning for the other
lone gunman in the place, hunched over an obscure
book (is he faking?), needing to take a look at a woman,
desperately lonely beneath the shenanigans of a purple
flowing skirt, tight white blouse, & an avowal of
happy marriage- she looks desperately lonely. Out
on Ridge Pike, she's being discussed sideways
in a squad car disguised as station wagon-
time is running out, they suggest. Melissa has
not come through for them several times in a row,
through (they suggest) the sheer laziness of
thinking she deserves more than she does. This
guy is her brother, this should be an easy one for
her. Yet, Mr. Gunman seeks to retain his sangfroid.
She's got her latte now; no one in the place seemed
to divine her mission; she goes home to expect her
husband home later, who doesn't exist. She'll waste
an hour jerking off to whatever's around, as if her
body might respond. If it won't, she'll know why.
Monk is a North Lancashire poet with no phony airs, affected graces, put on pretensions, or performary hubris prevalent
in numerous others less naturally gifted and with a less diligently
sustained poetic attainment than this truly brilliant self-trained Ban Filí faery
woman experientially versed in the apical
compositional skill of the poet, imbhas forosnai - 'prophetic illumination' - in bardic practice one of the Three Things Required of a Poet.
The Wonder Inn
is 'a creative wellness centre based in a beautiful old listed building
built in 1810 in the centre of Manchester. Our focus is to raise the
vibrations of our community and the planet through creativity and the
celebration of art.'
It begins at seven pm, and is free admittance.
also reading is someone I may have been in the same as and occasionally
read of as being actively reading live shortly after one stepped away
in 2008 from four years poetic pranks on Dublin's weekly live poetry and
spoken word scene: 'a scholar, ideas person and a perfectionist', whose
poems, Afric McGlinchey writes, in Cork's premier literary magazine, The Penny Dreadful; 'are exciting, daring, original and hard-earned. Moreover, they have something to say.'
We can what they say tonight from the mouth of the Irish-American Elkhart, Indiana poet KimberlyCampanello, who is ' like Billy Ramsell,
attempting something new, something challenging and inspiring and
radical, something that hasn’t been seen before in contemporary Irish
Joining Campanello and Monk tonight are fellow experimental poetry and literary avant-garde culture professionals, IainMorrison; and 'one of the most interesting and inspiring authors writing flashes today', a live performance spoken slam poet
Blackwell's called 'the lit scene's most chic starlet', and Manchester
Music helpfully informs the Reader that 'The detail in her observations
can turn the most mundane setting to one you want to experience ... her
style keeps listeners eagerly wanting more': Sarah-Clare Conlon.
May all our love be large and all our sorrow small.
These salvaged pages document Philly Free School happenings as they progressed through the blistering inferno which was 2005: PFS at Molly's Books in South Philadelphia; PFS at the Highwire Gallery; PFS planning Poetry Incarnation '05 and Bowery Poetry Club shows in New York; Poetry Incarnation '05 playback; and BPC playback as well, as well as the BPC calendar with us (8/13). Cheers!