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Photos from Reading at Sidewalk Cafe

15 Aug

I had so much fun reading at poet RA Araya’s birthday bash at the Sidewalk Cafe this past Sunday!! RA was such a great host and is so encouraging.  There were so many amazingly talented poets and musicians there.  I felt so honored to get to read with them.

I started off reading the beginning of Homer’s The Odyssey in Ancient Greek (bringing awareness to Greece’s cultural heritage as well as the plight of endangered languages) and then read a section from Burning Furiously Beautiful: The True Story of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, the book that I’m coauthoring with Paul Maher Jr., while the flashbackpuppy band improvised a jazzy tune.

Here are some pictures RA took.

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s me sitting next to poet Juan Valenzuela.  In the foreground is poet Miguel Algarin, who co-founded the Nuyorican Poets Cafe and knew Jack Kerouac back in the day.

Special thanks to my friends, who came out to support me.

Sneak Peek of the Burning Furiously Beautiful Cover

31 May

Here’s a sneak peek of the cover design for Burning Furiously Beautiful: The True Story of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, which I am co-authoring with critically acclaimed Kerouac scholar Paul Maher Jr.

Award-winning designer Igor Satanovsky created the cover.  Igor also happens to be a poet in his own right and studied poetry under Allen Ginsberg at City University of New York-Brooklyn College.

Can’t wait to share more with you!

Writing Wednesday: If You Miss a Beat, You Create Another

14 Mar

I had the great privilege of hearing Patti Smith read from Just Kids at The New School a while back.  She read from the priceless scene in which she meets Allen Ginsberg at an automat.  I’m quite fond of kitsch automat culture, and used to frequent the one down on Saint Marks when it was still around.  Basically, an automat is fast fast food: you don’t even have to stand in line to order a burger and fries; you just slip a few quarters into a vending machine and out comes surprisingly delicious warm food.  Whenever I ate at the Automat, I felt like I was a character straight out of The Jetsons.  I was hooked on their mac-and-cheese egg rolls.  The resurgence of The Automat only stuck around for a few years, but as a whole they were big a few decades ago.  When Patti Smith was in her early twenties, scraping by to survive, she fed a few quarters into an automat to get some quick, cheap food.  When she turned the knob she discovered the price had gone up.  The machine had sucked up her meager coins and she was about to go hungry when Allen Ginsberg offered her the additional cents and even paid for a cup of coffee.  They get to talking, she knowing perfectly well he is the great poet, and he thinking the whole time she is a handsome boy!

I knew for a long time that I wanted to read Just Kids.  It had all the makings of a book I knew I’d love—New York City, Beat poets, artists, The Hotel Chelsea, Andy Warhol, music, and memoir.  The only problem was that I was inundated with reading assignments for classes and bills to pay for tuition and books for said classes.  Just Kids wasn’t constantly checked out of the library, which was probably for the best because I didn’t have the time to read it anyway.  But!  I have at last read it—savored it.  I so greatly enjoyed Smith’s poetic voice and her obsession over Rimbaud.  I liked reading about Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe’s relationship, their strivings toward art, their fashion!  And I was so happy to discover that in addition to the Allen Ginsberg connection, Smith also befriended poet Gregory Corso, whose poetry I revere.

Patti Smith also began a relationship with Sam Shepard, and they end up collaborating on a play together.  I find great reassurance in reading their exchange.  Smith was nervous about the prospect of improvising during the play, and on page 185 of the first edition (HarperCollins, 2010), Smith asked, “What if I mess it up?  What if I screw up the rhythm?”  Shepard replied:

“You can’t,” he said.  “It’s like drumming.  If you miss a beat, you create another.”

From Just Kids I learned a lot about being part of the “scene,” which comes across as important to the evolution and success of one’s career.  However, this little line spoken by Sam Shepard is a solid reminder that in writing and in life the beat goes on.  If you miss a beat, you improvise and create another.

Remembering Philips Lamantia

7 Mar

Beat poet Philip Lamantia passed away on this day 2005.  He read at the famous Six Gallery reading in San Francisco in which Allen Ginsberg debuted Howl.  Instead of reading his own poetry, though, Lamantia read poems by his friend John Hoffman, who had recently passed away.  His own poems were erotic, surrealist, Catholic.

You can read the last interview Lamantia ever gave here (it was with Garrett Caples) and the original obituary that ran in The New York Times.

 

Poet Dean Kostos Celebrates Birthday at Cornelia Street Cafe

24 May

Once a month for about twenty years, the Greek-American Writers Association has been meeting at the Cornelia Street Cafe.  This month’s reading–held last Saturday, May 21–happened to fall on host Dean Kostos’ birthday so we were in for a special treat.  Normally, Dean doesn’t read his own poetry but to mark the occasion he read in addition to guests Vasiliki Katsarou, Sharon Olinka, and Angelo Verga.

New Jersey poet Vasiliki Katsarou was nominated for the 2010 Pushcart Prize.  She curates the Panoply Books Reading Series, a monthly poetry event in Lambertville, NJ.  She co-edited, along with Ellen Foos and Ruth O’Toole, Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems (Ragged Sky Press).  She studied comparative literature at Harvard.  She received her MFA in filmmaking at Boston University and studied philosophy and film at the Sorbonne so it’s no surprise that on Saturday night she said, “For me, film is a rich source of material for poetry.”  She went on to read a selection of poems about film.

Sharon Olinka is a New York City poet and literary critic.  Her first book of poems was A Face Not My Own (West End Press) and her most recent book is The Good City (Marsh Hawk Press).  Her poetry has also appeared in Colorado Review, Long Shot, and Luna, among other publications.  Sharon read on Saturday about “angry punishing writers of ever hue” and “those writers with voices like whips.”

Bronx poet Angelo Verga won a Bronx Council on the Arts BRIO award.  He curates poetry and performance at Cornelia Street Cafe.  He penned several collections of poems: cross The Street From Lincoln Hospital (New School), The Six O’clock News (Wind Publications), and A Hurricane Is (Jane Street Press).  His poetry has also appeared in The Village Voice, Mudfish, The Massachusetts Literary Review, among other journals.  He graduated from Iona College.  Like Charles Bukowski, Verga worked for the US Postal Service.  Since May 21 was supposed to be Judgment Day, according to one sect, Verga joked on Saturday, “I wanted to read an end of the world poem” before launching into a section from A Hurricane Is.

Dean Kostos is Pushcart Prize nominee and a recipient of a Yaddo fellowship.  He wrote Last Supper of the Senses (Spuyten Duyvil), The Sentence That Ends with a Comma (Painted Leaf Press), and Celestial Rust (Red Dust Books). He is also the editor of the seminal anthology Pomegranate Seeds: An Anthology of Greek-American Poetry and co-edited the anthology Mama’s Boy: Gay Men Write About Their Mothers. His work has also appeared in Barrow Street, The Dos Passos Review, Rattapallax, Red Rock Review, Southwest Review, Vanitas, and on Oprah Winfrey’s Web site Oxygen.com.  Normally stoic, Dean gave a heartrending reading that testified to the power of poetry.

The next Greek-American Writers Association event will take place on Saturday, June 18, at 6pm, at Cornelia Street Cafe (29 Cornelia Street; NYC).  Hosted by Dean Kostos; featured poets include Kosta Anagnopoulos, Catherine Fletcher, Elizabeth Haukaas, & George Wallace.  Admission is $7.