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Three Rooms Press & Cornelia Street Cafe
Three Rooms Press & Cornelia Street Cafe
present
SON OF A PONY Poetry Reading Series
FRIDAY, AUGUST 19, 2011
Featured poet: Bernard Block
Spotlight poet: Erik Richmond
PLUS NYC's Sensational Open POETRY Mike
Hosted by Kat Georges
BERNARD BLOCK was born and raised in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, where he began writing poetry as a teenager. After college, he hitch-hiked to the West Coast in the mid-60s in support of the anti-Vietnam War movement, then wound up in the heart of Haight-Ashbury during the 1967 Summer of Love, before returning to NYC in the late 60s. His poetry poetry is published in numerous university presses, as well as in several chapbooks including The Quest, Prometheus Returns, Portraits, and To Music. His artistic vision is inspired by jazz and the melting pot of cultures that make up the New York City poetry scene. He currently hosts monthly poetry readings at his Park Slope apartment, with musicians and poets combining to make new creations.
Chicago native ERIK RICHMOND is a writer and poet who currently lives in Queens. He has been reading his work in public since the early Nineties, and has performed at numerous open mikes in Chicago and New York, including the original Pink Pony series. He recently finished writing his first novel, and is starting work on a second.
The featured reading follows the fabulous Son of a Pony open reading at the cafe. Poet & delightful mistress of ceremonies Kat Georges hosts. Doors open at 5:45 p.m.; the open reading begins at 6 p.m. Admission is $7, which includes a free drink.
Cornelia Street Cafe is at 29 Cornelia Street, between W. 4th Street & Bleecker, just around the corner from the W. 4th Street subway station. Phone: 212-989-9319. www.corneliastreetcafe.com
DDAY PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS GUNS OF AUGUST!
POETRY & PERFORMANCE! Hosted by the one and only BIG MIKE, produced by BIG MIKE, PUMA PERL, and FAUX MAUX! For our first show at the Bowery, we honor women who have held the doors open for other poets through the creation of venues, publications, small presses, and wild dancing! Our featured performers: JANE ORMEROD - Jane is the author of the full-length poetry collection, Recreational Vehicles on Fire (Three Rooms Press, 2009), the chapbook 11 Films (Modern Metrics, 2008), and the spoken word CD Nashville Invades Manhattan. Look carefully and you may spot her in the ‘80’s cult horror movie classic Screamtime. Find out more at www.janeormerod.com. KAT GEORGES - Kat's poetry collections include "Punk Rock Journal," and "Slow Dance at 120 Beats a Minute" (Three Rooms Press) and her first full-length collection, "Hunger Sinner" (due out in late 2011). She curates and hosts Son of a Pony, a bi-weekly poetry series at Cornelia Street Cafe in Greenwich Village, and is poetry editor of A Gathering of the Tribes magazine and Maintenant (annual contemporary dada poetry and art journal) and is also the founder & publisher of Three Rooms Press. VIVIANA GRELL - She's the host of the Stark Reality Open Mic at Nola Studios in NYC is a writer/performer/dancer specializing in waking up the dead!! a wake up genie..through song, poetry and dance...published in numerous magazines and anthologies she has hosted Stark Reality since 2006 ....and continues to grow wings helping the young, the old, the numb, the mad ones in heaven and the angelic in hell...write write write!!! And let us entertain you some more: PUMA PERL – Poet/Writer/Performance Artist/Producer/Curator and co-creator of DDAY Productions and this event - author of the recently released book "knuckle tattoos," the award winning chapbook "Belinda and Her Friends," widely published in journals and anthologies, internationally! http://pumaperl.blogspot.c FAUX MAUX - Lifetime performance artist/actress/ playwright and writer, she took her one-woman play, Lil' Red and few burlesque acts to Holland and Scotland. Now, she does the occasional stand-up and continues to create plays, perform outragous acts of art, and creative havoc here in New York City. BIG MIKE - author of 2 books, 81 Pounds and Sibling Rivalry and appears in the anthology One Millimeter, all published by Pretty Pollution Press. Big Mike is known for his performance art and was awarded Best Neptune in the 2004 Mermaid Parade in Coney Island. Join us at the historic Bowery Poetry Club! OPEN MIC SIGN-UP 7:45! $3 Admission, and for that price you can afford a drink! http://www.bowerypoetry.co |
Nashville's own Hans Condor tore it up tonight at NYC's Mercury Lounge, with a blistering set that screamed intensity from start to finish. The trio, fronted by phenom guitar/vocalist Charles Kaster, kicked into high gear during the soundcheck and it was take no prisoners from then on. Bassist Erik and drummer Roger (The Brothers Holcombe) built the rock n' roll of Gilbralter from which Kaster plunged--literally--into a mad set of full throttle MC5/Husker Du-esque fury, with a touch of melodics via The Sweet. 
Join Son of a Pony and Three Rooms Press as poets take over Governor's Island for the FREE New York Poetry Festival Saturday & Sunday, July 30-31 from noon-5 each day.
The Son of a Pony Posse will read on SATURDAY, JULY 30 at 4:30 PM on the BRIGADIER stage. Featured poets include Hala Alyan, Peter Carlaftes, Kat Georges, Brant Lyon, and Jane Ormerod. During the reading, we'll have free giveaways including books, cds & more!
Meanwhile, Three Rooms Press will be there both days with a table showing our latest offerings for you to check out!
With over 30 reading series, 100 poets and tons of vendors on board, the festival connects disparate poetry communities by bringing poetry out of the dark bars and universities, to a place amongst elms, plein trees & sycamores on an island in the sun. Bring a picnic, blanket, sunscreen, and lots of water!
There will be a Pre-Fest Party and Fundraiser at the Bowery Poetry Club on Thursday, July 21st, 8pm-2am. Tickets are $10 and support this free festival. Hear curators of the series to be presented at NYPF read their work, and dance to live jazz from Shawn Randall and tracks from DJ Eliel Lucero, among others.
NYPF's sponsors include City Winery, Sixpoint Brewery, and Bowery Poetry Club.
Details available here: http://tpsny.org/
by Kat Georges
Amy Winehouse is dead.
She joined the 27 club with fellow members
Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison & Cobain.
I didn't think the young rebel stars
still died these days. That way.
It's a game these days.
You watch them self-destruct online
then they are cured and their careers
go down the drain.
But not this time.
Amy Winehouse is dead.
Her jazzy throaty swirl bent the rules
and brought her fame. It was her
who bent my ears and made me
pay attention, sway. Those words,
so today, swimming in a stream of
olden beats and minor riffs.
She sang about rehab and vodka and love
and cheating and heartache and pills and
scoring and pubs and baths and bed and
sex and life and lust and hurt and fear
and yes it was pop but it was so deep
and heavy and light at the same time
and you got the feeling that she knew
she knew
she knew something about the core
the center the invisible needles that
sew us up in modern society. The things
that make us rot and make us thrive and
are more real that fluff that is the stuff
we now believe in. She was under skin
and twisted the fake smiles that became
the norm when everyone got their own
camera phone. And she is dead, she's
gone, she ain't coming back.
She's not going to Rehab. She's not going
anywhere. Amy Winehouse is dead and all
those gossip pages are going to have to
find someone new to tear to pieces.
She should have known better Mick and Keith
said. We made the mistakes so she wouldn't
have to. Talking like fathers about their errant
daughter. Daughters don't listen. The ones like
Amy Winehouse have to strip it down, they have
to burn the finish, they got to get to the core and
build fresh. These days it takes a lot of work
to undo the layers of who you are supposed to be.
Amy Winehouse is dead. She stripped it to the core.
She made me burn hearing words and a voice that
slipped in and out of the unreal she made real.
And she is dead. She is gone. She is finished.
She is done. Amy Winehouse is dead and every
Twitter feed and Facebook status update broadcasts
the fact that it was -- after all -- just a matter of time.
Omitting that fact that it's just a matter of time for us all.
Some burn slow. Some bright. Some dim.
And some burn with such intensity they glimmer
in their sleep. A glow. Amy Winehouse is dead.
They all say we told you so.
and then they say
Who's next?