Thursday, April 8th, 2010
8pm – 9:30pm
Kieran’s Irish Pub (New Block E location!)
600 Hennepin Ave Ste 170 (corners of 6th St & 1st Ave N)
Poet and spoken word organizer Cole “Inky” Sarar releases her first book of poetry, retelling, reinventing, and creating new fairytales and nursery rhymes. Joined by world-class poets and performers, come celebrate with us. Shá Cage, Kyle “Guante” Myhre, Wonder Dave, Aimee Renaud, Khary “6 is 9″ Jackson, Ruth F. Kohtz, and Beruch Porass-Hernandez are among the performers who will be bringing something to the celebration.
We’ll be taking over the new Kieran’s location, in their aptly named Poet’s Corner. Donations accepted at the door, books will be available for sale with cash or check, for $12. The book is 44 pages long, and each poem has been illustrated by a different, talented artist from around the world- Minneapolis musician and theatre technician Dietrich Poppen, Michigan cartoonist and illustrator Meredith Rogers, L.A. illustrator and collage artist Aaron Edelson, Saint Paul set designer Andrea Heilman, and Chilean illustrator and web comic writer Juan Santapau are among the artists represented.
“not just the quiet chronicler of the scene, but a luminary” – MinnPost
I decided to write a poem about Ada Lovelace a) for Ada Lovelace Day on Wednesday and b) because it’d fit into that sciencey sort of poem that I need to write tons of for the grant this autumn. Without knowing much about her aside of the fibs we told about her involvement with tiny shanty, I didn’t know what I was getting into. Read a lot about her and her parents, got too caught up in all the heredity of poetry and mathematics, and wrote this over-dense poem. Maybe a new one tomorrow that is a little more approachable, a little less unnavigable. I like so much of this but it is too, too dense. Also, there was a sassy bit about Barbie that was just inappropriate in this poem. There are always the failed poems that are still close to our hearts.
She walks in beauty like a sequence of numbers
simplifying the fundamental theorem of calculus.
She formulates rebellion from her mother’s worries,
writes poems in elegant equations, mother’s heart
is egg yolk spilled wet in amniotic fluid.
Ada wipes her up with a damp cloth and goes dancing.
They say father was mad, bad, and dangerous to know,
but mother and Ada cannot help loving him.
So we’ll go no more a-roving in literary circles,
we’ve heard his name spoken, and shared in its shame.
Dainty Ada outgrows her abacus and writes sonnets
for machines, she is waltzing algorhythmic elegance.
She calculates beauty in possibility, took mother’s numbers
and Babbage’s unfinished engines into dreams of weaving art
from punched paper dance cards- this loom could produce
music, she knows. Its weft could pen nursery rhymes;
Ada speaks contraption like simile, mathematics is metaphor.
Unearthing a new language, Babbage’s dance card
could become terabyte and wintermute.
A woman speaks breath into bot, we will call her programmer,
and centuries later, let’s give her genius to girls
who will walk in intelligence like the night,
of ceilingless heavens, and unimaginable skies.
A few small edits need doing so far- the inside illustrations all need to be recalibrated in regards to their margins (all way low!) and one of my artist bios borders on incoherent, and another is missing the artist’s last name. But the thing sure. is. pretty.
Not something I’m ashamed to call my own. So much work, now just the polishing left, and then we release! Where should I have my chapbook release party?
0. Have two not-quite-”real” jobs.
1. The chapbook, not done *by* Valentine’s, is at least 99% done now- I’m waiting on the proof, which is a relief and super exciting.
2. Fourth in the erotic slam… did as well as I could, given the competition.
3. No new items up on Etsy. Faaaaaiiiil!
4. Better system for Etsy? Nope!
5. Book a month… so far, so good!
6. Letter-writing, not so great, but okay.
7. MN Mic schedule and deadline….. not great? But it’s been going pretty steadily.
Unplanned successes: MPR interview. Somehow have become the slammaster of a new poetry slam. Going to the Women of the World poetry slam. Connecting with a lot of folks in the wider spoken word scene.
All of the artworks received, all of the poems done, 80% of the formatting done! It’s well on its way. You can see over on the right side of the webpage, I’ve created pages to promote/support my chapbook attempts. I have the feeling, that I won’t always want my chapbooks to be such ENORMOUS undertakings, but I’m pretty certain that this is going to be something I’ll be happy to hold in my hands.
I’ve also got a new goal. One new science poem every two weeks. Initially, I’d gone for the very ambitious “every week”, but I know that’s not always going to be possible, and I’d like to start with a goal that’s attainable. I’ve been carrying around my college genetics textbook, with the hopes that I will be able to start working on new material soon, but it likely won’t get cracked open until after Wednesday.