Bill Berkson and Angelo Micah Olin
Tuesday, November 11, 2014, 6:30 pm
535 West 22nd Street, 5th Floor
New York City
$6 general admission; $3 Dia members, students, and seniors
Tickets go on sale August 22.
Advance ticket purchases recommended. Tickets are also available for purchase at the door, subject to availability.
Bill Berkson’s most recent books include Snippets (2013), Not an Exit (2011), Repeat After Me (2011), Lady Air (2010), Portrait and Dream: New & Selected Poems (2009), BILL (2008), and a collection of his art writing, For the Ordinary Artist (2010). A new collection of his poems, Expect Delays, is forthcoming from Coffee House Press this year.
The trouble with makeup
when the face speaks in measured breath
sisters to a faintly large
whose planets abide in the dark
mutter of our kind
feed the beast
let convenience have its serious say
the mail is here
her given name is Gravity
not a dead unit in sight
slow turn of syllogism to equal person
blanket promise ineptitude
the gross outcome of a gnat
the little girls all laugh and say
a funny place for a foot rub
the germ in your life celebrant best
appreciated should you pick up the phone
Angelo Micah Olin
Angelo Micah Olin published several books under the name Jeni Olin, including Ich Habe Angst Um Meinen Hedgefonds and The Pill Book (both 2008). His first book to be published under the name Angelo Micah Olin, Precious Metal, is forthcoming from Tender Buttons Press in 2015.
Artist Statement 2
All paint is war paint when you’re newly stretched.
Nude of grace, I want to be seen with dignity
Or not all. A plumeria lei is the only noose
The Ethers will allow, fractional ownership
Of grief only. I take the candor of the animals
As birthright, baby gear. It is 5 in the morning
Inside the heart. Outside, the *constantly new darks.*
Pulsing with winks, I’m almost awake. Getting it
Together on a tract of peat marsh swamp, a trophy
For atrophy at great speed. I will not award this
Momentum, nor tag this “over.” I have no energy
For down below. Close to throbbing, I can still swim
Like this in THE AMERICAN TUB. If you’re still mining
For hearts of gold, visit the expert, the exposed
Sleeve, with its apotheosis part, “sling.” No matter
How warped I see the world, it’s my world, cracked
& salty. Nude of grace, I paint it anyway.