Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Tuesday, Sep 8
Open mike & feature every Tuesday...8:00-10:00
5115 N. Lincoln
Feature - Tom Curry
And...more home-baked chocolate brownie cupcakes!
Great poetry, great drinks, great googlie-mooglie!
(And we do pass the Crown Royal bag for voluntary feature financial enhancement.)
The Café is a Poetry Green Zone.
Exact Change Only is now accepting submissions for its Winter issue. Submit between 1 – 5 poems at a time. We will read all styles and themes of poetry, as long as it is honest, quality material. Prefers poetry 50 lines or shorter.
We only accept submissions over e-mail. Poems should be attached as Word documents, with the poet’s name along with the names and number of poems attached. Include both e-mail and mail addresses.
Exact Change only acquires first rights. We accept only original unpublished work. No previously published poetry or simultaneous submissions. We tend to comment on rejected work. All contributing poets receive a special hand stitched copy of the journal.
All submissions must be sent by October 15th, 2009.
SEPT 21-Carol Anderson-UNDER THE INFLUENCE NIGHT
OCT 5-Nina Corwin
POETRY AND MUSIC NIGHT, are you willing to go toe to toe and head to head with Omniphonic
NOV 2-Wayne Allan Jones/Dave Gecic
NOV 16-POETRY PENTATHALON-THE FIRST W4tB GAMES
Coming November 16th, the first ever Poetry Pentathalon.
every contestant must compete in all 5 events. It's a test of both writing and performance skill.
the events are as follows.
1:form poem, this years form is the Shakespearean sonnet.
2:A poetry Prompt. A line or concept will be provided. The goal...to take that line or concept and turn it into something completely your own.
Max limit is 40-60 lines
3:Rewritten or Edited poem. This will also be provided by an unbiased source. The goal...to portray the overall feeling of the original poem in your own style and words.
max limit 40-60 lines
4:Character/monologue. This one is pretty self explanatory. Write a piece in a character voice, or from a different point of view than your own.
max limit 40-60-lines
5: The Rant. Just a good old fashioned rant poem.
max limit: 3 minutes
poetry prompt and poem to be rewritten/edited will be provided no later than Oct 1st.
all contestants should be registered with W4tB by Sept. 18th
DEC 7-Michael C. Watson/ Shelley Nation
DEC 21-Robert Lawrence/ Allan Stevo
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, Aug 30
BUCKTOWN ARTS FEST
Main stage...Oakley & Belden Ave
12-12:20 - Waiting for the Bus
Members of the Waiting 4 The Bus Poetry Collective will answer the question WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I MEET MYSELF at the Bucktown Arts Festival on Sunday, August 30th at 12:00 noon. Matt Barton, Esteban Colon, Scott DeKatch, David Hargarten, Kristin LaTour, Robert Lawrence and Shelley Nation have collaborated to produce their latest ensemble titled: Protocol for Meeting Oneself. Don't miss one of Chicago's most dynamic and innovative poetry ensembles in action!
12:25-12:45 - Marty McConnell
1:50-2:15 - JW Baz
3:20-3:45 - Robbie Q Telfer
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Threatened by shadows at night,
You wore out your welcome with random precision,
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
And God said
Don't be afraid to care.
In ignorance and knowledge of eternal dolour
And all you touch and all you see
White light folded, sheathing about her, folded.
And when at last the work is done
The time. Redeem
The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Goodbye cruel world, I'm leaving you today.
And after this our exile.
A smile from a veil?
For years and years.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fear.
Wavering between the profit and the loss
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
Quickens to recover
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
The time is gone, the song is over,
I worry about your Harvey Keitel face
wearing the cabbage
I lifted from the grocery store
a man with a gas can and a box of matches
softly promising forevers
I can’t help it
the story needs to replay
scratchy temporary meandering shadows
love’s pink lightning
babbling your name in the moist
secret language of May
no one could tell me all the signs were not
an invitation you judas
slippery elusive grip
each finger charged with a different memory
in deepest pink
storming your ramparts
with kamikaze hands
my heart comes unglued and
I can’t help it
shakes itself to pieces
summon up remembrance
like crazed sailors
down the gangplanks of your chest
but strong and stubborn he stands
to wear a mask and cape
trekking stubbourn through
this season of fatigue
the story needs to replay
for every variable the outcome shifts
to constant decay leaves its doughy trail
there to drink silence
the story needs to replay.
. . .