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Joel Lewis and Edwin Torres


Readings in Contemporary Poetry

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07/02/2017 18:30 07/02/2017 23:45 Europe/London Joel Lewis and Edwin Torres Event DetailsTuesday, February 7, 2017, 6:30 pmDia:Chelsea535 West 22nd Street, 5th FloorNew York City  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.  Joel LewisJoel Lewis’s latest book, My Shaolin: A Poem of Staten Island (Hanging Loose Press, 2016), is a book-length poem that serves as a psychogeographic investigation of the southernmost portion of the New York Archipelago. Previous books include North River Rundown (Accent Editions, 2012), Surrender When Leaving Coach (Hanging Loose Press, 2012), Learning from New Jersey (Talisman House, 2007), Vertical’s Currency (Talisman House, 1999), and House Rent Boogie (Yellow Press, 1992). He edited Bluestones and Salt Hay (Rutgers University Press, 1990), an anthology of contemporary New Jersey poets, as well as On the Level Everyday (Talisman House, 1997), the selected talks of Ted Berrigan, and Reality Prime (Talisman House, 1998), the selected poems of Walter Lowenfels. A social worker by day, he has taught creative writing at the Poetry Project, Rutgers University, and Writer’s Voice. And, for better or worse, he initiated the ill-fated New Jersey Poet Laureate position that was such a headache for Amiri Baraka. With his wife, Rutgers University cinema professor Sandy Flitterman-Lewis, he resides in Hoboken. At The Bohemian Embassy           Bare red balloon in the foyer           She has no words except “I'll be there”.           But what have I signed up for?           Warps of estrangement?          “Your paintings of mind-blistering cold snow..."           Borrow what you can           Night-kissing bitter Turkish cigarettes           Of new information & the blur of freaked pigeons            Your scheme to condo heating grates….           Seems that nerves do the walking           Or large as a lake that burned.                                        Edwin TorresEdwin Torres came to poetry through performance art in New York City’s East Village in the early 1990s. The neighborhood’s diversity in addition to the combined forces of Dixon Place, Nuyorican Poets Café, and St. Marks Poetry Project shaped his multidisciplinary approach to language. His books include Ameriscopia (University of Arizona Press, 2014), Yes Thing No Thing (Roof Books, 2010), and The PoPedology of an Ambient Language (Atelos, 2007). Fellowships include the Foundation for Contemporary Arts, Lower Manhattan Cultural Council, New York Foundation for Arts, and Poetry Fund. Anthologies include Angels of the Americlypse: New Latin@ Writing (Counterpath Press, 2014), Postmodern American Poetry (W. W. Norton & Company, 2013), and Aloud; Voices From The Nuyorican Poets Café (Holt, 1994). In 2017, Torres will serve as a fellow in the Center for Programs in Contemporary Writing at the University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia. He is a member of the electro-lingo band Sowndhaus, and lives in Beacon, New York, with his wife and son.  TADPOLE AT STARLIGHTa small infinityhas appeared on the crest of ignition                                                                        a curve for all things stolen             a swipe at things that magnify                          i was infinite for a momenttraveled inside lightless eye                                    rode a width across a legion's pupil            molded by something closer than free                          about to crash into a million yearsif i could just leave the floating to smaller bugs                                   my fingers now closed my eyes hovering            over my keys over each letter                          my frogs looking to land on soft ground                                     that's all we want, isn't it a launchpad over stellar indications of messy instability                                    or maybe a drain to edit                          to take the universal                                     out of in            for all things balanced                                  on lunar surf the circumstance of delicate cognition                        telegraphs a step — let me go up to you,            now warm in the place i remember, and tired                                               — do you know how — you ask, your answer                                    the one i start with       Dia:Chelsea FALSE DD/MM/YYYY Joel Lewis and Edwin Torres