Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's collaboration week here at MONDO BUMMER

First of all, Seth Landman & Lewis Freedman's collaborative chapbook is now available.

Seth Landman & Lewis Freedman's poems, Osagee Icarus
Landman & Freedman wrote Osagee Icarus collaboratively -- letter by letter. Their poems, "directly in hallucination," make "buttermilk the acceptance of huge joy." ($2) [vol 7] * * *

On Sunday, here in Ann Arbor, the Washtenaw County Women's Poetry Collective and Casserole Society is holding a book release party to celebrate our chapbook, The Feeling is Mutual. The reading is at 7pm at WORK Gallery, 306 S. State Street.

There will be collaborative readings by WCWPCCS members and contributors, audience participation, and homemade casseroles!

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And finally, Beth, Justin, Sam McDermott, and I wrote a Fat Tuesday renga last night:

FAT TUESDAY RENGA


While snow melts,

New snow still falls

Arthur Russell sounds sad


Some days, the snow

Grows. Some days, the snow.


Tracks appear in our

Yard. Ruts worn through the field of

White. It thaws each day.


Brown gross patches

Puncture the snow blanket.


Walking to the post office

I look up from my heavy package

To see the cresent moon


My left hand can

Grab it. It’s waxing.


Tomorrow I will

Be able to see at night without

A lamp. But a jacket


Keeps the wind off my neck

And yours, my golden heart.


Custard, jam or puree

Fill them all. Sweet

And bloated on Fat Tuesday.


Eating stale paczki

In bed on Ash Wednesday


It never seems like we need to get up.

It’s cool—

we never even sweat.


We sit in chairs

We don’t stick to


In summer, popsicles melt

And our hands are as sticky

As the heavy full moon


We stay out late because

It’s always warm out


And in the middle

Of the day it’s just too hot

To move at all


A lone man at a red wooden table

The tea in the cup grows a skin


The milk in his tea

As white as a blanket

Of cherry blossoms


Covering the sidewalk

They crush underfoot


Releasing sweet fresh

So long sweet jellyfish

Keep your arms in bloom


I guess I’ll see you later,

Lonely bay-window me


Looking out

In three directions

A stranger crosses the street


The blinds close and the table

Changes its clothes


Putting on a puffy

Overcoat, a big synthetic

Drapery for which


Snow is a playmate—

Flakes against blue parka


The tyvek separates me from you.

I will give you a sleeve,

A detachable hood, take care


I hate seeing you shiver:

Come back to bed


Let’s pull the blankets

Over our heads

And you can tell me a story


A story that ends

With us under a cedar


And I can see you

Clear as day by the pale light

Of this new moon


The red in your cheeks

And the red in the leaves


They are two mittens

The season makes me shy to wear


But not ashamed—

I’m happy being quiet.


When I get home I take off my shoes

Lay on the floor

And listen to the radiator


The keys are where

I left them


That piano: always there

Always alive, like the petals

On my favorite flower.


My favorite flower

Is blooming right now!

2 comments:

  1. unfortuantely, I mistranscribed a word in the fourth stanza of FAT TUESDAY RENGA ("grass" instead of gross")

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  2. also, i just misspelled "unfortunately." unintentionally.

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