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I'm reading tonight at the Nomad Cafe in Oakland. It's on Shattuck somewhere near Alcatraz or 65th st. but I don't remember the exact details. Walking distance from Ashby BART. 7:00-9:00.
Serene will read a few poems, and then I'll go on and on until an enormous hook yanks me offstage, and then a break and an open mike. They have good sandwiches at the cafe... I seem to remember it's totally a goatcheese-pesto-blackforestham-panini sort of place.
I'll read some poems, and I'd like to do a couple of my translations of Nestor Perlongher on a queerish audience. They're strange poems, and they don't make a huge amount of linear sense, and they work by talking around the subject. So that the images will all be of starfish and rays of light and greasy film running through a projector and rayon shirts and feather boas, and every word has three meanings and interconnections to other words, but somewhere in the middle you are hit by a blinding realization that the poem is all about the metaphysics of cocksucking. They were VERY hard to translate and I would dig testing them out in front of people. I'll read some of the short ones in Spanish, but most in English. And maybe a few of my translations of these poets from the 20s, the dirtiest ones I can find.
If that sounds good, then I hope you show up!