SNEAK PEAK --2018 Splendid Wake

SNEAK PEAK at the 2018 Splendid Wake program,

Sunday, March 18, 2018  2:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m.

Gelman Library, George Washington University

Master of Ceremonies: Henry Crawford

Henry Crawford is a poet and software engineer living and writing in the DC area. He is a co-director of the Cafe Muse poetry series and the author of American Software, his first collection of poetry. Visit HenryCrawfordPoetry.com to see a sampling of his work.

Kim Roberts: Speaker

Kim Roberts is the author of five books of poems, most recently The Scientific Method (WordTech Editions, 2017). She edited the anthology Full Moon on K Street: Poems About Washington, DC (Plan B Press, 2010), and co-edits the journal Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and the web exhibit DC Writers’ Homes. Her book of walking tours, A Literary Guide to Washington, DC from Francis Scott Key to Zora Neale Hurston, will be released this spring from the University of Virginia Press, covers the history of DC’s writers from the city’s founding to the beginnings of modernism. Ms. Roberts will speak about Jazz Age writers of DC, focusing on Langston Hughes, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Sinclair Lewis, Jean Toomer, and Zora Neale Hurston.  http://www.kimroberts.org.

A.B. Spellman: Speaker

A.B. Spellman is an author, poet, critic, and lecturer. He has published numerous books and articles on the arts, including Art Tatum: A Critical Biography (a chapbook), The Beautiful Days (poetry), and Four Jazz Lives (University of Michigan Press).  His poetry collection, Things I Must Have Known, was published by Coffee House Press. Mr. Spellman has served on numerous arts panels including the Rockefeller Panel on Arts, Education and Americans; the Awards Panel of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP); the Africa Diaspora Advisory Group, the Jazz Advisory Group, and the Advisory Group on the African-American Museum for the Smithsonian Institution.  In recognition of Spellman’s commitment and service to jazz, the National Endowment for the Arts in 2005 named one of its prestigious Jazz Masters awards the A.B. Spellman NEA Jazz Masters Award for Jazz Advocacy. Mr. Spellman will share a few poems and speak about poetry & jazz in the work of performance poets during the Black Arts Movement.

Truth Thomas: Speaker

Truth Thomas is a singer-songwriter and poet born in Knoxville, Tennessee and raised in Washington, DC. He is the founder of Cherry Castle Publishing and studied creative writing at Howard University under Dr. Tony Medina. Thomas earned his MFA in poetry at New England College. He is the Poetry Editor of Tidal Basin Review and Editor-in-Chief of The Skinny Poetry Journal.  His collections include: Party of Black, A Day of Presence, Bottle of Life, My TV is Not the Boss of Me (a children's book, illustrated by Cory Thomas) and Speak Water, winner of the 2013 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work in Poetry. A former writer-in-residence for the Howard County Poetry and Literature Society (HoCoPoLitSo), his poems have appeared in over 100 publications, including The 100 Best African American Poems (edited by Nikki Giovanni). Thomas has multiple Pushcart Prize nominations to his credit and is the creator of the "Skinny" (a fixed form of poetry that continues to blossom in international appeal). Mr. Thomas will discuss the power of poetic brevity, rules, and rich refrains of imagery that abide in the fixed-form framework of the Skinny. Visit http://truththomas.com/ and http://www.cherrycastlepublishing.com/

Maritza Rivera: Speaker

Maritza Rivera is a Puerto Rican poet and Army veteran who has lived in Rockville, MD since 1994. She founded the weekly Mariposa Poetry Series, which ran from September 1999 to October 2002 in College Park, MD and hosts the annual Mariposa Poetry Retreat at the Capital Retreat Center in Waynesboro, PA . Maritza is the author of About You, a collection of poetry “for women and the men they love”; A Mother’s War, written during her son’s two tours in Iraq; Baker’s Dozen, a limited edition in the Brazilian Cordel tradition created for the 2013 Seeing Food art exhibit in Silver Spring, MD and Twenty-One: Blackjack Poems. Maritza is also a supporter of the Memorial Day Writers Project (MDWP); participated in the Warrior Poetry Project at the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, MD; and served on the Board of Directors of Split This Rock. She was the recipient of a 2012 BID International Writing Fellowship in Bahia, Brazil, and FY 2016 grant recipient of the Arts and Humanities Council of Montgomery County. Maritza Rivera is also the publisher of Casa Mariposa Press. Ms. Rivera will speak about the invention of Blackjack Poetry

SAVE THE DATE—MARCH 18, 2017  2 p.m.

Splendid Wake Internship Opportunity

Proposal for A Splendid Wake Internship by Joanna Howard, 

Coordinator July, 2017 

A Splendid Wake is a volunteer-run organization committed to preserving and celebrating the history of poetry in the DC Metro area. Our wiki contains information about poets, publishers, groups and reading series from the past 120+ years. Our blog, A Splendid Wake Up, features literary-historical essays about the above topics. Additionally, ASW holds a yearly event where we celebrate our history with speakers who present (and perform) some aspect of this rich literary history.  And, of course, we are active on Facebook and Twitter.

In order to carry out these many tasks, ASW would like to sponsor an intern from a graduate program to assist us.  The intern must be from an area graduate school and enrolled in an MFA of Creative Writing, MA in Literature, or MA in Communications Technology.

The following tasks are included in a 3-credit load:

1.     Research and write entries for the wiki.

2.     Edit the wiki with revisions from poets.

3.      Coordinate with the blog editor to upload blog posts to the wiki.

4.     Work with the coordinator to coordinate ASW records

5.     Work with the coordinator and committee to develop publicity for the yearly program

6.     Attend the yearly program (in March) and support the event via taking photos and uploading them to the social media sites

7.     Attend the committee meetings

Given the three kinds of MA programs, we don’t expect an intern to fulfill all of the tasks above: we will balance out the work according to the student’s discipline.  Moreover, we would be happy to supervise students who are interested in one-hour internships, perhaps by writing a few articles for our wiki/blog, designing features for the blog, or developing publicity for the program, for example.

In both cases, we are open to to developing a workable, rigorous experience. 

The intern would be supervised by the coordinator, but would consult with committee members as needed. The coordinator would consult with the student’s professor of record at the end of the semester regarding the amount of and quality of work.

In return for their work, the intern will learn about the local poetry community as well as the practical skills of working in a literary organization, work that can be added to their resume. ASW will also run a featured interview with the intern on our blog. 

We would like to begin working with interns during the Spring 2018 semester.

If you have any questions, please contact  Joanna Howard, ASW coordinator, at Asplendidwake@gmail.com or Myra Sklarew at msklarew@american.edu

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Katherine E. Young

Bar at the Folies-Bergère

It starts with the scent of lavender as she

buttons clean pantaloons, laces up stays,

smooths her bodice and shakes out the frills,

ties the black ribbon about her neck.

Her costume smells, as they all do: mingled

sweat and makeup, the fabric itself,

splashed, perhaps, with the licorice twist of absinthe.

Then come powder and rouge, the small earrings,

a pink and white corsage already starting

to droop. Her props are placed on view: beer bottles,

champagne, a vase containing two pale roses,

cut glass bowl of oranges that may

or may not indicate a certain kind

of availability. Leaning on

the marble bar, she doesn’t look at you

(Why should she look at you? Can you give her

what she needs, or even cab fare home?):

posing, perhaps, or perhaps beyond posing,

her face bleak, artificially rosy amid

the moon-pale globes and crystals shimmering

in the ersatz heaven of the cabaret.

Perhaps a man inspects her in the glass,

perhaps he’s looking past; neither of them

seems to see the woman on the trapeze,

feet squeezed into ankle boots of lizard green.

Later, she observes his red-gold lashes,

watches his still-young face slacken in sleep,

breathes in his scent of cigars, cheap brandy,

scent that clings to her fingers like orange

oil as she works her nails beneath the skin,

methodically stripping the pith to find

whatever’s left of the fruit’s sweet flesh.

-- Katherine E. Young

“Bar at the Folies-Bergère” was commissioned by the Washington Shakespeare Theatre as part of its Poets are Present residency.

Katherine E. Young is the author of Day of the Border Guards, 2014 Miller Williams Arkansas Poetry Prize finalist, and two chapbooks. Her poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, The Iowa Review, Subtropics, and many others. Young is also the translator of Two Poems by Inna Kabysh; her translations of Russian and Russophone authors have won prizes in international competitions and been published widely in the U.S. and abroad; several have been made into short films. Young is a 2017 National Endowment for the Arts translation fellow and currently serves as the inaugural Poet Laureate for Arlington, Virginia. http://katherine-young-poet.com/

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: JoAnne Growney

 Which Girl Am I?   

   

            by JoAnne Growney

          The girl who’s not forced to divide

          into the good girl and the real one

          is a lucky one.  I was eleven

          when I felt a crack begin.

          In time I fully split — two minds

          took on two heads, two faces,

          two cuts of hair.  Mock feelings

          serve as well as true ones,

          I told myself — but buried parts

          still surface like cicadas in their year.

          Long division is difficult

          and plagued with remainders.

          A girl with two heads

          is like a bird with one wing.

Note: This poem came out of a cooperative ekphrastic venture with Silver Spring sculptor, Mark Behme – he bravely lent me his sculpture "Split Tales” and, living with it, I discovered its connection to mathematics – and the poem.  The poem was first published in “Intersections:  Poetry with Mathematics” in 2014 

Since childhood JoAnne Growney has loved poetry and found some time for enjoying it during lots of years of studying and teaching mathematics.  Both her childhood and her teaching took place in Pennsylvania but in 2005 she relocated to Silver Spring, MD to be near family, especially her grandchildren.  A lot of her poems, relate to mathematics. She also has a blog, “Intersections:  Poetry with Mathematics” at https://poetrywithmathematics.blogspot.com.

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Rod Jellema

Civilization

Archaeologists in China have found the world’s

oldest playable musical instrument – a 9,000 year

old flute carved from the wing bone of a crane.

Los Angeles Times

Long before the Greeks measured to set

the frets on their lutes, dividing tight strings

by exactness of tones, long before that,

someone in China, probably a girl with time

and some need to walk alone near the sea,

lifted to lips the hollow wing bone of a crane

and blew through it, no thought of why,

mixing sky-air that lifts wings and sleeves

with the unseen source of life they call breath.

Imagine the whistles and arcing bird-cries

these people learned to make as they breathed

through bones with scaled apertures and lengths

and drilled little holes where fingers could find

the tunes beyond birdsong they began composing.

How plaintive and lonely the wordless sounds

must have been – calling out thin, rising, then

drifting into and through the Bo leaves,

over rocks, like smoke in curtains and rafters,

vanished as softly as morning mist off the Yangtze,

like thoughts half-remembered. But the tunes lacked

grounding, sounds that tied light melodies down

to stone floor and soil and the warm flesh

of hands. Years later, long miles to the west,

high up and getting out of the wind,

chapped hands of shepherds and goatherds tugged

animal guts and dried them and learned to snap

their lengths of string to vibrate them

against flat wood, later hollowed out ,

to make the kind of sounds for love or despair

that Athenian throats would utter if only they could.

The sweaty pluck and thrum of finger and hand

hefted earth tones struggling upward, rising to meet

the vibrato of long breaths ringing out of

that hollow wing-bone, and the melding created

dialogue, Greek harmony, music, sympathy,

a transcending of selves, a republic.

--Rod Jellema

Born and raised in Michigan (1927) and a longtime resident of the Washington, DC area, Rod Jellema is Professor Emeritus of English and former Director of Creative Writing at the University of Maryland. Since he began work as a poet in mid-career at age 40, five books have been published:  Something Tugging the Line (1973), The Lost Faces (1978), The Eighth Day: New and Selected Poems (1985), A Slender Grace (2005), and his most recent book (which includes a CD), Incarnality: The Collected Poems (2010). He has also published two award-winning books of selections and translations from Frisian poetry: Country Fair (1985) and The Sound that Remains (1989). The father of three sons, married to the writer Michele Orwin, he is presently writing essays on the reading, writing, and teaching of poetry. Eleven of these essays have been recently published in three journals, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Poet Lore, and International Poetry Journal. He is at work on a book of such essays, Riding the Undercurrent.

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Terence Winch

Romantic Poem                       

I have made an effort to make

poetic language resemble every

day speech. That is what I have

done. I am interested in

the supernatural, though I don't

like being scared. I am also

really focused on the emotions

and on nature. Those elements

are extremely important if

you are trying to write Romantic

poetry, as I am trying to do.

You do know, I hope, that

the world is just a construct,

that we exist only inside our

aging, inebriated minds.

It's pretty depressing and

unfortunate, especially the

way sex too becomes imaginary.

Here in Atlanta, Georgia, we

are busy killing bugs, snakes,

and turtles. We are drinking,

arguing, and singing the state

song, "I'm my own Grandpa."

Eventually we will go to sleep

and thy beauty will seep into

our dreams, and you will be

as naked as a star in a galaxy

floating in a glass of ice water.

—Terence Winch

from This Way Out (Hanging Loose Press, 2014)

Terence Winch is the author of eight poetry collections: The Known Universe [forthcoming, fall 2017], This Way Out, Lit from Below, Falling out of Bed in a Room with No Floor, Boy Drinkers, The Drift of  Things, The Great Indoors [Columbia Book Award winner), and Irish Musicians/American Friends [American Book Award winner]. He has also written two story collections, Contenders and That Special Place: New World Irish Stories, which draws on his experiences as a founding member of the original Celtic Thunder, the acclaimed Irish band. His work is included in more than 40 anthologies, among them the Oxford Book of American Poetry, Poetry 180, and 5 editions of  Best American Poetry, and has been featured on “The Writer’s Almanac” and NPR’s “All Things Considered.” Winch is the recipient of an NEA Fellowship in poetry and a Gertrude Stein Award for Innovative Writing,  among other honors. 

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Toni Asante Lightfoot

Middle Dreams

by Toni Asante Lightfoot

And with great fear I inhabit the middle of the night

What wrecks of the mind await me, what drugs

to dull the senses

John Wieners

"The Acts of Youth"

Between real sleep and the waking spasm and

between what you are and what you with

the ignorant exuberance of youth thought a great

life would be, lay the between of hope and fear.

I am living a life i never knew possible to the "I"

of my youth to grow into. This body I inhabit

long ago betrayed me. By 22, it moved from the 

smooth, taught, supple center to the broad middle

of a middle aged broad. I have had this body of

middle age twice as long as i had the 

great body glowing like morning, enticing night

with dance, bourbon, and "yes". Yesteryear is what

years of tomorrow have become. Wrecks

of relationships make the shoreline of

my memories fascinating. Among the 

lost ships I visit when i have time for my mind

to salvage from them the shiny bits that await

my wiser translation of the loud, scared me

is the big hulking ship holding dreams. What

do I do to quell their haunting? Drugs,

whiskey? No, I line them up, look them over to

remind myself: I am "here" because "there" looked dull.

Under the magnifying glass of age the

bright light of perspective tantalizes my senses.

Toni Asante Lightfoot is a native of Washington, DC, where she was president of the African American Writer's Guild. She moved to Chicago and was the director of writing programs at Young Chicago Authors. She currently consults on curriculum development that integrates the poetry with mathematical and scientific theory. Lightfoot is currently studying Chinese acupuncture and herbology.

Poetry Pop-Up: Wing-Chi Chan

Ordering Information

MASS FOR NANKING’S 1937 

Stanza I

The butcher--

hands on bone flipping,

boned through like combs,

every single park bloodied by gun,

knifed to cave after cave of wounding,

a Messiah’s frame, mad overturned thunder,

12-13-1937 for Japan in years of our memorization,

irrelevant pen it mini-civilized, year off civilization,

of an Emperor’s name, a flag turned blunder,

life under wave over wave of pounding, 

below a darkened and wrinkle sun,

stone flown to bits by bombs,

a land in blood weeping--

The rupture.

Seven weeks,

thousands of hundreds,

even many minor, females,

a page of devil lines recalled--

Raped under chilled katana by a gang of killers.

The female-homed samurais’

Male deformed in volunteer.

Being shaped shielded agenda bang for healers,

stage for de civil signs scored--

junior/senior, not only males,

thousands of millions,

seventy years.

Weep,

with peers,

underground passion of rings,

pain never make past saddened alone,

moon’s cold long badly atoned a country,

emotion of the rape harked by map wrapping,

year 2007 torched against sin under global integrity.

Hear heaven’s vocal sincerity torching with dignity,

a nation to shape among marks of gap lapping,

wound’s old song sadly toned each entry,

an ever main pick for a heartened tone,

extra-sound of lotion on strings,

with no fears-

A rip. 

Dears, thou unrested--

Let hearing renew: Tone to heal, stone peeled, thy tear sealed.

Dears, be rested.

Stanza II

Japan in years of memorization for nineteen thirty-seven,

pounding wave over wave of bombs/stones on life.

In name of Emperor, under the flag,

sun turned to wrinkle and dark.

Bone, after butcher's hand,

flipping.

Weeping

blood upon ruptured land,

gun overturned each single park,

framed as Messiah, thunder of mad.

Wounding cave after cave, combed bones by knife,

pen it a year off civilization, mini-civilized be irrelevant.

Recalling lines of devil page:

Hundreds with thousands,

females, even de minors,

weeks for seven,

gang raped--

under de killers' chilled katana.

Samurai homed from female,

volunteer deformed as male.

New healers' shielded agenda:

Bang shaped--

Years for seventy,

females/males/seniors,

over millions of thousands,

scoring signs for a civil stage.

Global integrity torched against sin in two thousand seven.

By emotion, wrap up such map being harked of rape,

weep with peers for rings of passion underground.

A country atoned bad long by de cold moon,

saddened past never make de pain

alone.

Tone,

heartened pick thou an ever-main,

toned each entry of sad song off old wound.

Rip, with no fears, strings in lotion of extra-sound.

Of a nation, lapping over gap marked among shape,

vocal sincerity with torch accompanied a dignity up heaven.

Unrested thou dears--

We do hear: May our tone, peel the stone, seal thy tear.

Be rested, dears.

 

Chan Wing-Chi

BIO: During his tenure as Development Director for the Washington, DC Youth Symphony Orchestra, Chan Wing-Chi raised multi–millions to operate the Orchestra’s international tours to Europe and Asia. His artistic/cultural advisory spectrum has been crossing over the ocean, including serving as a consultant for the National Endowment for the Arts, New Jersey and South Carolina Arts Commissions, D.C. Mayor’s Office, Jiangsu Provincial Performing Arts Group and China National Symphony; D.C. Commissioner for National & Communities Services; Project Director for Meet The Composer New Residencies Program; Vice President for Washington Symphony Orchestra’s Board; commentator for Canada’s Fairchild Radio and Voice of America; organizer for Asia Pacific Life Insurance Underwriters Association Conference and Aetna Sales Congress; adjunct professor of music at Green Mountain College in Vermont and Shenyang Conservatory of Music in China, as well as external examiner for Master’s thesis at New York University.     

 In 2007, Chan, as choral conductor, took a team of twelve American vocalists to participate in a Memorial Concert for the 70th Anniversary of Nanking Massacre, which included Thomas Young, who has been praised as one of the best three American tenors today.                                                         

Summer Poetry Pop-Up --Steve Castro

A mathematical sonnet 

            for Bobby Fischer (1943 - 2008)

It’s a palindrome so my phone number

Should be easy to remember, it’s 219-1912. 

I’m local, so the area code is 812 of course. 

The most famous palindrome could easily be:

Madam I’m Adam - which is probably the first thing that

He ever told Eve. Anyway, call me

When you reach my house, it’s 115 Lincoln St. 

Notice that my address is composed of

The prime numbers 11 and 5. Also 11 + 5 = 16.

Abraham Lincoln was the 16^th President

of the United States - Can you hold for a second?

Checkmate. O.K.  I’m back. Thirty minutes is fine.

Your pizza was highly recommended.

I will see you then. Thank you.  Goodbye. 

Note: “A mathematical sonnet” previously appeared in print in ASKEW, in a slightly different version. This is its first online publication.

Steve Castro's poetry is forthcoming in Plume; Forklift, Ohio; Phantom Drift: A Journal of New Fabulism and in The Plume Anthology of Poetry 6 (March, 2018). His poem 'Scrapers of the Sky,' originally published in Green Mountains Review, was featured on Verse Daily on June 16, 2017. He was recently interviewed by the Chicago Review of Books (forthcoming). Birthplace: Costa Rica.

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Sarah Browning

Joint Custody

by Sarah Browning

One month in this apartment and the art

sits, propped against the wall. I prop myself up

with gin and outrage – nothing manageable:

not pictures for the walls, not boxes still

half-filled, not friends, not even the dark oblivion

of the movie theater, the gnaw-gnaw of popcorn.

Too much, too little, this life I do not know,

my child an echo on the phone, a ghost –

my love propped against the wall.

I will always miss his toddler body,

fist wrapped tight in my hair, the raw

comfort we took in one another.

Now, he is 16. On our hike to the river –

as we descend side by side into the tunnel

that will take us this last stretch – he drapes

his long arm across my shoulders. I wrap

my arm around his waist, lean against

his towering frame, and together we head

like this into the darkness, the bright

Potomac promised on the other side.

Sarah Browning is co-founder and Executive Director of Split This Rock: Poetry of Provocation & Witness and an Associate Fellow of the Institute for Policy Studies. Author of two collections of poems, Killing Summer and Whiskey in the Garden of Eden, and co-editor of D.C. Poets Against the War: An Anthology, she is the recipient of artist fellowships from the DC Commission on the Arts & Humanities, a Creative Communities Initiative grant, and the People Before Profits Poetry Prize. She has been guest editor or co-edited special issues of Beltway Poetry Quarterly, The Delaware Poetry Review, and POETRY magazine. Since 2006, Browning has co-hosted the Sunday Kind of Love poetry series at Busboys and Poets in Washington, DC.

Poetry Pop Up: Marianne Szlyk

The Jazz Harpist Lies Sleepless

At night in another strange bed
tiger-striped with streetlights
and shadows of venetian blinds,
the jazz harpist wills herself
to sleep.

Her husband sprawled beside her
is dead to the world.
She is alive to it:
the itch of wool blankets,
the whisper of a pink
nylon nightgown
over her thighs,
her place on the edge
of a full-sized bed,
the traffic like Pacific surf
outside her window,
the music she cannot
write down at night.

She imagines rising
to tidy up the room.
Her husband will wake
to a clear path
if only in this place.
She will not touch
the harp

that always
travels with them
like an awkward, half-grown child
looming over his parents,
the only child they will ever have.

She shuts her eyes
to this bedroom
and to her harp
that emerges in darkness.
She hushes her crashing thoughts
from the hours
most women her age
do not keep.


The music
and the darkness
recede

and she falls

into a dream
of willing herself
to stay awake

as her husband drives
her and their human child.


In her dream, she strokes
her little girl’s hair,
and plays
The Look of Love,
as they travel home
long before midnight.






BIO: Marianne Szlyk is a professor at Montgomery College and the editor of The Song Is... Her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, was published by Flutter Press, and her first, Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven, is available online at Kind of a Hurricane Press.   Recently she was artist in residence at The Wild Word.  Other poems have appeared at Cacti Fur, bird's thumb, of/with, The Ekphrastic Review, Solidago, Figroot Press, and other print & online venues.  She encourages you to send work to her magazine. For more information about it, see this link: http://thesongis.blogspot.com/