As/Is







7.25.2016


300 Four Falls Building: Conshohocken, Pa










7.21.2016


Secret Agent Girl


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.









7.20.2016


Live Poery At The Other Room

Honorary FitzGerald Geraldine Monk is reading her poetry tonight at The Other Room, The Wonder Inn, 29 Shudehill, Manchester, M4 2AF, a twenty second walk from the city-centre tram-stop of the same name.

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.

And 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 Kimberly Campanello, who is ' like Billy Ramsell, attempting something new, something challenging and inspiring and radical, something that hasn’t been seen before in contemporary Irish poetry'.

According to Doireann Ní Ghríofa reviewing Consent, KC's debut Doire Press collection, in Ireland's premier literary magazine launching all the hot new stars, global best-seller The Stinging Fly.

Joining Campanello and Monk tonight are fellow experimental poetry and literary avant-garde culture professionals, Iain Morrison; 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.

Best wishes.

Kevin Desmond Swords








7.17.2016


Ekphrasis: Portrait: Mary Harju/Adam Fieled



Dear M, I know many yeses.
Yes, I’ve had pants-ants, I’ve

sewed my oats, not Quaker,
but remember: oats are small.

Yes, I wrote our happenings,
made them public. OK, you

can say I suck. Sucking hasn’t
made me sour, however. I’m

as sweet as a Gobstopper. I’m
colorful, too. You should suck

me again sometime. Love, A. 


c. Mary Harju/Adam Fieled 2006









7.16.2016


Ekphrasis: The Fall: Mary Harju/Adam Fieled




I look at a bridge through the window.
I am standing, naked, while you paint.

I feel that every moment is new, nude.
I am in my body as it actually is, I am

in time as it moves forward, from in
side my body, responsive to drafts

coming through the window, mirrors
that show me what I know too well

to know, what I have lived through
and with, what I have seen but not

been Other to. Sunlight glistens—
we fall upwards, without question.


c. Mary Harju/Adam Fieled 2008











7.11.2016


Diana Magallon: te_a_tro


Diana Magallon's site te_a_tro in the mid-Aughts employed my instrumental El Goodo, from the Ardent album, as its theme song.








7.10.2016


Philly Free School: Live Play by Play: 2005


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!





hutt: Song for Genevieve



A salvaged page from the mid-Aughts: Song for Genevieve in Australia's hutt. And in Starfish