Desert City Poetry Series

[Ken Rumble <rumblek AT bellsouth.net>]

[apologies for cross posting]

Please spread far and wide.........

Who:  Standard Schaefer, author of _Nova_ and 
the forthcoming _Water & Power_, 1999 
National Poetry Series Selection, freelance 
journalist, former babysitter of Twinkles and 
Sunshine, will make you love him

Who: Marcos Canteli, author of _Enjambre_ and 
 _Su Sombrio_ the winner of Spain's Ciudad 
de Burgos award, current Duke University 
graduate student, newlywed, taught Dan Flavin 
everything he knows

Who:  Rachel Price, translator of Marcos 
Canteli's poems, Duke graduate student, 
scholar w/ flavor, sang "You Ain't Nothing 
But A Hound Dog" on Stein's 90th birthday

What:  Desert City Poetry Series, 
Spanish-English Poetry reading, two languages 
are better than one

When:  This Saturday, January 15th, 8:00pm, 2005.

Where:  Internationalist Books, 405 W. 
Franklin Street, Chapel Hill, NC

Why:  "Too much agreement ... kills the chat" 
"when / arrival was return / finding the 
finest / shortcut"

See you there.....

Next Month: February 19th: 2004 National Book 
Award Finalist Cole Swensen with Chris Vitiello

*Internationalist Books: 
http://www.internationalistbooks.org

*Desert City Poetry Series: 
http://desertcity.blogspot.com

*Standard Schaefer: 
http://www.fencemag.com/v2n2/work/standardschaefer.html

*Marcos Canteli: 
http://www.lukor.com/literatura/noticias/0411/04175415.htm

*Rachel Price: 
http://www.duke.edu/~jad2/price.htm

Contact the DCPS:  Ken Rumble, director: 
rumblek at bellsouth dot net

"Peak"
by Standard Schaefer

Speak
no, smoke

but I appraoch as an equal,
three miles, all mountain

set on devouring
if not the setting, then certain accommodations

modestly burnt off--

the marine layer
and the alleged force of beautiful things

a visual discourse suppressed by the frivolous
refolds as geological upheaval

voiciferous shafts of light above all

a burdened archipelago
of bad options and enthusiasm

not quite wavering between not quite nowhere

and not quite with nowhere left to go



from "Morning: Hintz Road"
by Marcos Canteli, translated by Rachel Price

or that moment among
the snow
fording the depth in its hardness
the heart deepened
under the highbeams, as did
a wound in the absence of that
hand

    *

a traffic
of images that would come to be
real not here but on
their way, doubling
that time
when the real perhaps may be only
that time

    *

and the tang of innocent animals skins
decomposing, nor
will the reek remain

this last heat knowing all the same that in
some sense something human they have

    *

when the traversed
takes root

    *

in any event
the warmth
was already a sediment, sitting

there or in the form
of saliva skin of hospital a
very simple emotion
from inside

    *

or this boy
who in hugging the tree trunk carries
us off