Desert City Poetry Series

[Ken Rumble <rumblek AT bellsouth.net>]

Please spread far and wide....

Who:  Ed Roberson; author of _Atmosphere Conditions_, _Just In / Word of 
Navigational Challenge_, _Voices Cast Out to Talk Us In_ and others; Lila 
Wallace Readers Digest Award recipient; taught all the cats how to land on their 
feet.

Who:  Todd Sandvik; Carrboro Poet Laureate; curator of the Blue Door Late Night 
Series; veteran of the Carrboro Poetry Festival; put all the lightening in 
Thor's Hammer.

What:  Desert City Poetry Series; putting the extra X in 2000 & 6.

When:  Saturday, January 14th, 8pm, 2006.

Where:  Internationalist Books; 405 W. Franklin Street; Chapel Hill, North 
Carolina; right where you stand when you know where to be.

How much:  $2 donation requested to support the series & the readers.

Why:  "This is what folks talk / about the gods walking // sitting on your 
shoulders / in your shoes / having consumed / you // in that beauty // fixed by 
that crack of the gravel // your decision made // to face and see" "to know is 
nothing / splash of red as axe handles jump"

See you there......

Upcoming readings:

February 11th, 8pm:  Claudia Rankine & Christopher Davis

March 25th, 8pm:  Ron Silliman & Selah Saterstrom

April 22nd, 8pm:  Emmanuel Hocquard & Rosmarie Waldrop

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

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

*Ed Roberson:
http://www.uiowa.edu/uiowapress/robvoicas.htm

*Todd Sandvik:
http://www.fascicle.com/issue01/Poets/sandvik1.htm

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

The Desert City is supported by grants from the Mary Duke Biddle Foundation, the 
North Carolina Arts Council, and the Orange County Arts Commission and generous 
donations from anonymous individuals.

VII. AFRICAN ASCENDANCY
by Ed Roberson

ascendant an ancient
use
for ancestor

mine ancestor is
seen upon my skin
a light that color is

upon the surface

mine is an African
ascendancy in sight
at sight a burn

If yours were
the eye of the sky
what would the source

be of

your look upon me,
what would it grow,
what would its color be?

How do you burn?



One from /Dead Swede/
by Todd Sandvik


                                         3.

/flokk 1/                           I see women birthing in saunas
                                         as men prepare their dead
                                             nearby

                                         purple mountains orange meadows
                                         steaming rust-colored shielings
                                             on stilts

                                         I see children heap
                                         ladles of water on stones
                                             to urge on the voluntary
                                         infernos

                                         /nothing organized/
                                            /organized as it seems/
                                        /it seems/

                                             infinities of bees
                                         explore black blossoms
                                         midnight sun