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Friday, May 13, 2011

SO WHO IS THIS TOM CURRY?




Simply put, TOM CURRY is one of my favorite poets. he is an unrepentant iconoclast, continually honing his unique blend of philosophical hair splitting tempered with uncompromising and unapologetic bohemian rancor. His poetry is primarily concerned with the realm of thought, doggedly wrestling with those grand ideas that lie at the center of most things; however, these are not dry philosophical treatises. He approaches thought the way a painter approaches a blank canvas, distilling the rushing tableau of ideas into planes and intersecting lines: form, space and proportion. Like a painter, Tom chooses his vantage point and his palette carefully in order to illuminate the barest sliver of what is possible in order to hint at what might otherwise be overwhelmingly incomprehensible.


There is a frantic quality to Tom Curry's ravings and an unrelenting rage bubbling up from deep recesses of frustration and disgust; nevertheless, what is most remarkable about his work is not the driving sense of urgency steeped into every line. Rather, it is the pervasive sense of understatement. His uncanny reticence, in spite of everything: his economy of words and his unsparing need to stick to the point. Given the grand scope of Tom Curry's vision, that's quite an achievement.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

MAY 30TH AT CAFE BALLOU: 939 N. WESTERN AVE.8:00 SHARP!



Although Ulysses is able to navigate the traps laid before him by the gods, he never escapes Homer's grasp. Although Macbeth waivers before the floating dagger, his indecision is completley under Shakespeare's control. And Candide has no on but Voltaire to thank for his outrageous luck. Only Augusto Perez discovers the true nature of the fictional universe, and quite by accident. His stumbles across his lord creator Miguel de Unamuno at work at his desk, writing teh manuscript. No burning bushes, no pillars of salt. Just pen and ink.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

the ramblings of a Weirdo


"We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down."
— Kurt Vonnegut

I don’t blog often. Today I have something to say. It has occurred to me over the course of several conversations that the collective as a collective has been resting on its laurels. This is not about laziness. We all continue to write and write well. The thing that has stopped is our friendly rivalries and our internal challenges to one another. It was ever a matter of one-up-manship , but a matter of approaching a topic or prompt in a way that was different than anyone else in the collective. We learn from and teach each other our styles without losing our artistic voices.

I have always seen the collective as a learning tool, and that it is our responsibility to find talent and nurture it as well as learn from that individual’s approach. Most of us are not trained in the art of poetry or performing. I have seen page poets become brilliant performers and stage poets master traditional forms. I have seen visual artists master both page and stage.

When we claim to be fighting the scourge of genre, we mean it. We do not carry traditional degrees in our chosen artistic medium (most of us, anyway) but we are MFA’s-Mother Fuckin’ Artists. I learned that recently from another member of the Collective.

I’ve been asked where our ideas come from and most of them originate out of the conversations we share at the shows we attend. We play the game “Wouldn’t it be cool if…” and if the concept flies, we do that. Out of that has come the Poetry Bomb, The Omniphonic Challenge, the Poetry Pentathlon, and Exact Change Only as well as Exact Change Press and Naked Mannekin.

Our biggest agenda is that we don’t really have one. We fight the scourge of Genre. We don’t want to be pigeon holed. We need to keep challenging ourselves and each other. Our agenda is the creation of art.

When we were in High School getting our first real exposure to poetry it was either weird or just boring. Some folks carry that lesson for the rest of their lives. I’ve found that poetry works best when you embrace the weird and repair the boring.

We’ve attempted multi-voice poems, and ensemble poetry, and chain poetry, and standard poetry prompts, poetry in form, out of form, poetry printed on boxes, with visual art, without visual art, poetry with music, poetry in drag, poetry plays, (and breathe) fuckin’ poetry by fuckin’ poets.

Many of the Collective Members have been asked what it is we do, how do we define the actual action. They want a simple answer like “we call it spoken word, or poetry out loud” I have no quick, quippy answer that would look good on a billboard
We are not actors, but we have a stage, we attempt some theatricality without being petulant, we attempt some emotion without seeming self important, we banter, we laugh, we smile, and we cry. And all those things have to come from some place genuine, someplace sincere. We believe words are powerful, that one well placed word can take the place of a dozen. Most importantly we believe that among the hyperbole and lies, we have to be both honest and true.
That out particular honesty and truth can be rage, humor, disappointment, love, lust, violence, death, creation and apocalypse is fortunate for us. We have a gigantic color palette to choose from.

And none of that really answers the question.

The pretentious answer is: We are music and color, and drama, and comedy, and the illegitimate love children of too many words having sex with too many concepts.

The unpretentious answer is the same thing, only preceded by the phrase “On our best day”

This is probably making little sense. As usual I am trying to address 10 thousand topics all at once. I think the quote from Vonnegut at the beginning of this whole thing sums it up best.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

W4tB presents Open Mic at the Bus Stop:


Simply put, TOM CURRY is one of my favorite poets. he is an unrepentant iconoclast, continually honing his unique blend of philosophical hair splitting tempered with uncompromising and unapologetic bohemian rancor. His poetry is primarily concerned with the realm of thought, doggedly wrestling with those grand ideas that lie at the center of most things; however, these are not dry philosophical treatises. He approaches thought the way a painter approaches a blank canvas, distilling the rushing tableau of ideas into planes and intersecting lines: form, space and proportion. Like a painter, Tom chooses his vantage point and his palette carefully in order to illuminate the barest sliver of what is possible in order to hint at what might otherwise be overwhelmingly incomprehensible.


There is a frantic quality to Tom Curry's ravings and an unrelenting rage bubbling up from deep recesses of frustration and disgust; nevertheless, what is most remarkable about his work is not the driving sense of urgency steeped into every line. Rather, it is the pervasive sense of understatement. His uncanny reticence, in spite of everything: his economy of words and his unsparing need to stick to the point. Given the grand scope of Tom Curry's vision, that's quite an achievement.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

THE POETRY PENTATHLON:Friday, September 2nd 7:30-10PM



Friday, September 2nd
7:30-10PM
St. Paul's Cultural Center
2215 W NORTH AVE


THE POETRY PENTATHLON IS A LIVE PERFORMANCE EVENT IN CHICAGO. CONTESTANTS MUST COMPETE IN ALL FIVE EVENTS AND WILL BE JUDGED ON BOTH WRITING ABILITY AND PERFORMANCE STYLE.

ALL CONTESTANTS SHOULD HAVE FORM SUBMITTED NO LATER THAN JULY 15TH.

CANCELLATION OF APPEARANCE MUST BE SUBMITTED VIA E-MAIL NO LATER THAN AUGUST 1ST.

THE PENTATHLON IS A JUDGED READING. CONTESTANTS WILL BE AWARDED POINTS ON BOTH THEIR

WRITING ABILITY AND THEIR PERFORMANCE STYLE.

WARNING: THE ONLY PRIZES AWARDED FOR THE EVENING ARE PRIDE AND BRAGGING RIGHTS, ANY TROPHIES

ARE GRAVY AND SHOULD BE CONSIDERED AS SUCHPLEASE FILL OUT THE FORM ON THE HOMEPAGE AT http://www.waiting4thebus.com/
QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS CAN BE SENT TO WAITING4BUS@GMAIL.COM

EVENTS
1.Poetry Prompt (prompt not given until night of the event, poem is written during the
course of the evening)
2.a rant
3. A Sestina
4. a Zombie Poem
5. performing a work of a famous dead poet (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock).

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

get your submissions in


Exact Change Only is now accepting submissions for its Sumer 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 work. simultaneous submissions are okay, just inform us of other publications. Poets may submit a maximum of 5 poems per issue. We tend to comment on rejected work. All contributing poets receive a copy of the journal.
All Submissions for the Summer Issue must be submitted by May 15th

All submissions for the Winter Issue must be sent by October 31st.

Send submissions to exactchangepress@gmail.com

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Poetry Prompt

I know it's been a while since anybody has yacked atcha on this thing. I'm going to be brief. I just wanted to post a quick poetry prompt for all y'all.

"There ain't no color in my memories"

see what you can do javascript:void(0)with that.

Benjamin Franklin Quotes