Readings in Contemporary Poetry
Christine Kanownik and Ron Horning
Tuesday, April 18, 2017, 6:30 pm, Dia Chelsea
Tuesday, April 18, 2017, 6:30 pm
This reading, which was originally planned for March 14, has been rescheduled for April 18.
535 West 22nd Street, 5th Floor
New 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.
Christine Kanownik is the author of a book of poems titled KING OF PAIN (Monk Books, 2016). Her poetry can or will be found at Fence, Huffington Post, Jubilat, and Poetry Crush, among others. Diez Press published her chapbook We Are Now Beginning to Act Wildly in 2012. She lives and works in New York City.
Meet me in the ugly room
No, the ugly one
that one is fine
I mean the one I can't stand to be in
Bring an axe
This is not a metaphor
This is what I actually want from you
If I'm ever going to love again
I need you to bring an axe to the ugly room
I need to speak with you directly
about failure & disappointment
since we've both learned to identify things
their origins at least
Objects can give pleasure
holding them at least
When you were gone
I held everything belonging to you
I felt a twinge
Born in Ohio, Ron Horning grew up in Peru and Brazil and, after moving to New York City, worked as a bookshop clerk, a short-order cook, an advertising copywriter, a freelance journalist, and a financial editor and analyst. He lives with his wife, the artist Anna West, in Beacon, New York. His poems have appeared in the New Yorker, Vanitas, and the Hat, and he’s written prose for Aperture, Village Voice, LA Weekly, index, and Brooklyn Rail. From 2001 to 2005 he edited the poetry newsletter I Saw Johnny Yesterday. In 2014, Color Treasury published a trio of poems titled From Philip Drunk to Philip Sober; in 2016, Untitled brought out a collection of three more poems, Blind Date.
Eva lives in one room overlooking a narrow cul de sac
near Union Square, Market Street, the financial district—
beyond the other end of Chinatown. And I find the place,
so the instructions she gave me at the MDR were good.
Upstairs, we drink our tea sitting on the floor, the lack
of any furniture except a thin pallet proof of her strict
attention to detail, like the pale rose climbing her face
with a soft glow that’s kissable. But she knew I would.
After we dress, though, there isn’t quite so much to say,
and the hardwood floor lights up as the room darkens.
All at once I remember a friend I’m supposed to meet.
We’d planned to have dinner. We’ll do that another day.
The shine from the floor deepens as the room darkens.
We hug goodbye in the alley. I walk out onto the street.
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