1. moments in slow motion withdrawn like light life & their eventuality i can see clear rain thru this bitch day believe in still, a voidless piece of gathering a not so trusted edge collapsing as humans … [Read more...]
Five poems and four collages by Steve Dalachinsky
the blood hustle (more than a lb. of flesh) - “everything is somewhere else.” - for gregory corso @ perazzo funeral home nice suit gregory simple deep rich brown velveteen your not-so-pale skin not as tight as i expected not as … [Read more...]
POET by Clark Coolidge, reviewed by Steve Dalachinsky
POET by Clark Coolidge / Pressed Wafer Press / 2018 Last spring I had the privilege of hearing Clark Coolidge read from his manuscript POET in San Francisco at Bird and Beckett to a capacity crowd. I was anticipating the usual wild ride. Beautifully and thickly laden improvised text special to Coolidge and his language. One of near pure improvisation and music without us … [Read more...]
Two collages and a poem by Steve Dalachinsky
The BARD (A Perfect Day #2) (for Allen Ginsberg) the Bard is Dead yet 76 yr. old Marvin Shapiro "homeless" still walks around shouting "...Cyanide metal poisoning. Cyanide metal poisoning. The Surgeon General blew it in my face." it's a cold-for-this-time-of-year afternoon & tonight i'll make another attempt at looking for the be-bop comet We … [Read more...]
the leaves are changing
the leaves are changing somewhere outside brewster it’s rare that we leave new york the island but here we’re moving with the changing leaves north on interstate weeping willow slowly changing it’s early in the season & there are “natural points of change within a given time” cross river we bare exit 6 … [Read more...]
For Ted Joans: poems and a collage by Steve Dalachinsky
Le Corbeau et Le Courbet – for Ted Joans (written at Café Le Roquet – Paris 1/30/06) today the light is so bright diffused light tracing det snoaj like a backward shadow @ the origin of the world memoir of a pr. of bronze balls too cold to fuck along the insane river where the rhino dwells / or say hello Mr. Joans as the sun writes these shadows on my page facing … [Read more...]
Liz Taylor’s Lovers – for Ted Joans
he wants desperately to do different things he stretches out his arms & the leaves come to him he is a poet he puts out his american hands & grain grows from their fingertips like the fine hairs of his whitened beard he wants to do things differently he turns grain into loaves of bread & offers it to beggars they turn & run for in truth it is a … [Read more...]
Todd Swindell and Steve Dalachinsky: A Collage Mail Art Correspondence
Poets Steve Dalachinsky (NY) and Todd Swindell (CA) have an ongoing postcard/collage correspondence spanning 3,000 miles and several years. Todd says: "Mail Art's rewards come not only from the time invested in creating the collage, but also its transit through the postal workers and machinery which complete the work." Steve says: "Collage is an extension yet variation … [Read more...]
