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Ann Stephenson and Carter Ratcliff
Event DetailsTuesday, October 3, 2017, 6:30 pmDia:Chelsea535 West 22nd Street, 5th FloorNew York City
Readings in Contemporary Poetry curator, Vincent Katz provided an introduction for the evening's reading.
Free for Dia members; $10 general admission; $6 admission for students and seniors Advance ticket purchases recommended. Tickets are also available for purchase at the door, subject to availability.
Ann Stephenson’s publications include Wirework (2006), Adventure Club (2013), and The Poles (forthcoming). Some of her poems have appeared in Across the Margin, Brooklyn Rail, Delineator, Ladowich, Recluse, and Sal Mimeo, as well as the anthology Like Musical Instruments: 83 Contemporary American Poets (2014). She is the editor of Tent Editions, which will publish work by Marcella Durand and Carol Szamatowicz this fall. She received her MFA from Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York, in 2007, and curated the Ready Set Readings series at Whitespace Gallery in Atlanta in 2009–10. Stephenson is also the recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Artists’ Fellowship in poetry. She was born and raised in Georgia and lives and works in New York City.
Pennants Shone A public service announcement advised me to be myself but that required a context my interiority is buttoned up it’s gonna be my neck rolled up in batting so I don't injure myself more serums for my teen skin type messy in my entirety to accommodate reality referring to a glossary the totality of real things in the world independent of my knowledge or perception a kind of existence or universe connected to or separate from other kinds
Carter Ratcliff’s books of poetry include Fever Coast (1973), Give Me Tomorrow (1983), and Arrivederci, Modernismo (2007). His poetry has appeared in such journals as Baffler, Cimarron Review, La Presa, Sienese Shredder, and Vanitas. His first novel, Tequila Mockingbird, was published in 2015. Ratcliff received the Project for Innovative Poetry Gertrude Stein Award in 2005 and the first T-Space Poetry Award in 2013. An art critic as well as a poet, he has published his writing in many journals, including Art in America, Art Presse, Artforum, Artstudio, Modern Painting, and Tate Etc. He is also the editor of several books, such as The Fate of a Gesture: Jackson Pollock and Postwar American Art (1996) and Out of the Box: The Reinvention of Art, 1965–1975 (2000), and has contributed to monographs on Andy Warhol, Gilbert & George, Nabil Nahas, Georgia O’Keeffe, Kit White, and others. Ratcliff has taught at New York University, the City University of New York’s Hunter College, and the New York Studio School. He has received a Poets Foundation grant, several National Endowment for the Arts grants, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and the College Art Association’s Frank Jewett Mather Award.
Cult Status
Why not justcut to the chase and grant cult status to obsession itself?
There’d be the midnight showing,then dawn and the first day of the rest of obsession’s wretched life.
Then the near-death experience of 3 a.m.,the white light of wondering if maybe
the entire systemcould be made to understand that already, long ago, when god was a boy,it had stumbled onto a way to short-circuit itself.
I mean, obsessing about obsession is a double negative, right?What could be more positive,
more life-affirming, as they used to say,when starvation had cult status and so did fire and dust and the green embersof moss that aligned themselves with the edges of the flagstones.
There was a clavicle cult and a cult devoted to knock-knock jokes.Who’s there? Who isn’t? The cult of everyone and his brotherwas rivaled only by the cult of wanting to be alone, wanting to be alonewith everyone else who wanted to be alone.
Some were obsessed with Parmenides or Krispy Kreme,
and those who could think of nothing but the uncertainty principleand getting their mitts on more and more uncertainty principle memorabilia
found that their thoughts either did or did not fill all of heavenwith an aurora borealis of insatiable need. There was no room for thoughts
of obsession itself. Those were simpler,more innocent times, as they used to say, when things were really complicatedby my memory of the way the very idea of cult status had really loved you,
everything had really loved you,even the crush had loved you. Really, truly loved youand what it really, truly loved was to hate the difference between love
and obsession, which is what made the world go round,
and what made it go awaywas the knowledge that you would, soon, and so
what choice did I have? I made lateness my truest loveand soonness my obsession, my raison d’être, the object of my cult.
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