Joelle Biele. SEPTEMBER 24. Midtown Scholar

September 24-- Featured at Poetry Thursdays, Joelle Biele is the author of White Summer (Southern Illinois University Press, 2002) and the editor of Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker: The Complete Correspondence (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011). She was 2008-09 Fulbright Professor in American Literature at Jagiellonian University in Kraków, Poland.

The Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel hosts Poetry Thursdays, a community reading series every Thursday from 7:00 to 8:55 pm. Midtown Scholar Bookstore, 1302 North Third Street, Harrisburg, PA 17102 , Phone: 717.236.1680

SEPTEMBER 24*MIDTOWN SCHOLAR BOOKSTORE

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Fave Fall Cartel Classic, POETS-DRESSED-as-the-SPIRIT-of AUTUMN Open reading

Joy is Everywhere: Annual Fall Poetry Classic returns to Midtown .Poetry Thursday gig (October 23) at the Midtown Scholar. You're featured, it's up to you. It's the annual fave, the ever-popular POETS-DRESSED-as-the-SPIRIT-of AUTUMN-WIN-a-COOKIE! OPEN READING. Garnish yourself with autumn leaves and/or share the bounty of freshly-baked cookies with other versifiers. Seriously peeps, it'll be a night to remember! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hosted by the Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel, the reading, the revelry, the cookie/costume/camaraderie begins at 7pm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * (Best come early as seating is limited.) It's all happening at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore-- right across from the Markethouse-- at 1302 North Third Street, Harrisburg, PA 17102, Phone: 717.236.1680. 7 to 9pm.

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Trundle-in-the-Jungle/ Bundles of Tuft, Moons, Rift, Rust, Mist, Thrust & Padua

Edwina, please... in the wild, unity is paramount and, as syntactic interval, composed of two colae, the simplest possible combo of inventive-- nay, tidy-- sign unity

our own lunar mores con us into misperceiving song, time, space, race, rage, folio, scope, rope and feral thematic intent. Holy Moley!

No! We must not be vexed by the omnipresent. when atemporal succession, discernible in only our dimension/ world-- sequences, correspond to, say, linear elements in banter, & one can be easily delighted by the brilliant verisimilitude that appear as paragraph flourishes, and/or as stanzas limit and re-define wild profusion of thematic mass. WHOMP. Whoa! whump, clump, thump, Winnebago!

Trula-trula fair. Menopausal. Mnemonically speaking: I'll/ take Mountbatten.

Edwina, please.

--mge

Sleet Prances, Minutes Waltz. Snow Marches On

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Vroooom! Time is speed, not grace.

It walks,
it runs--

plummets
from Wall Street windows and sings and dances
and/or... makes/ the snow to fall.

Sometimes a little Proust, or
a slow speed chase or, mebbe
some lackadaisical strobes/ is all/ you/ need.

Sure. I tilt my head/ & stars begin to drift.
Sure, sleet marches on. Sure.
Zoum, zoum, zoum.

--mge

The Speed of History