Paul E Nelson presenting at Cascadia Poetry Festival 8, photo by Leszek Chudzinski
Paul Nelson’s ongoing honing of the Day Song poetry event has produced some of the most lively and consequential verse of our time. How else write about the calamities and demands and mental/emotional/political consequences of the materialist apocalypse upon us, than an ongoing poesis of awareness and participation the anti-form the Day Song provides? Truly a praxis of proprioception and of Olson’s demand to “keep it moving…
– Sharon Thesen, Cascadian Poet/Scholar from B.C.
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Neoliberalism
Continuing now with the quote from the last post that I said was leading to another post, this one about Neoliberalism. The quote was: I don’t think we’d be discussing how neoliberalism hijacked...
Bernie Sanders or dxʷshudičup
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529. Imagine Somalia
One bummer about Seattle August is the “tradition” of the Blue Angels. Others have written more eloquently about the need to stop this pathetic display of militarism. I am with them and the people...
Reading/Career Counseling Event
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Happy 4th Birthday Ella Roque Nelson
Happy Birthday today, March 17, 2016, to my youngest daughter Ella Roque. She got her first taste of chicharrones this week and here's a little poem inspired by her actions this morning. Maybe it...
528. Prayers & Street Chorizo
Yes, demons were a sub-theme of my work in the 2015 August Poetry Postcard Fest. More demons, another memory of the 2014 Subud World Congress in Puebla, Mexico, and an illusion to los feos...
World Poetry Day
World Poetry Day is March 21. Don't feel bad, I did not know that either and it has been apparently been happening since 1999. One company is offering a cup of coffee on that day in exchange for an...
Birthday Anagram for Solihin Thom
I have a YUGE amount of gratitude for my current state of health and joy to the man who suggested I investigate the spiritual practice of the Latihan Kejiwaan of Subud, Solihin Thom, who celebrates...
Proprioception
Ever since Fred Wah mentioned proprioception in an interview we did that was posted on YouTube and made into a podcast, I have been plunged back into a study of this capacity. It's how human and...
Reading w/ Jim O’Halloran Trio
It was a remarkable experience reading my poems with the accompaniment of the Jim O'Halloran Trio on February 25, 2022 at Kezira Café. Jim's a wonderful musician, bandleader and arranger. He...
Poems for Peace
Under the auspices of my position as Chair of my spiritual community's National Cultural Wing, SICA-USA, for 15 months (& two years before that as Secretary) I have been involved in creating...
How does one make literary art about this time in history that avoids rhetoric and facile political positioning in this era of the spectacle? How does one avoid being consumed by the simultaneous collapse of so many systems — some being eviscerated by people in positions designed to protect such systems? Deborah Poe has some idea based on her submission to the upcoming anthology Winter in America (Still.
Deborah is the author of several books of poetry including keep, Elements, and Our Parenthetical Ontology, as well as a novella in verse, Hélène. Her visual works–video poems and handmade book objects–have been exhibited throughout the US. She lives on stolen Coast Salish land, specifically the ancestral homeland of the Duwamish, Suquamish, Stillaguamish, and Muckleshoot People.
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