Showing posts with label Renée Alberts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Renée Alberts. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Spring Equinox Reading: 3/28/13 @ ModernFormations


For those of you within hailing distance, come on out tomorrow (Thursday) night to ModernFormations Gallery when The Friends of Lilliput Review will present a Spring Equinox Reading

Featured readers are Robert Isenberg, Renée Alberts, Kris Collins, Angele Ellis, and yours truly.  Admission is $5 or FREE w/ a covered dish (BYOB)

Aside from the dazzling lyrical entertainment, there will be, as a friend noted, FREE SWAP, in this case the just released new issues of Lilliput Review:


  

So, if you can, come on out and help an awesome bunch of rag-tag poets usher in one hell of a reluctant spring. 



Photo by Patrick Doheny



the little crow
slips so cleverly...
spring rain
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue



best,
Don   

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Speed and Briscoe on WRCT's A Live Show: 11/11/10

Tomorrow night, we're on the air with our ink sisters and brothers of the Speed and Briscoe persuasion. Tune in on the very air, or, for those out of range, stream it live at http://www.wrct.org/.

Thursday November 11th 2010
(11/11/10--that's BINARY!)
One night only!
Speed and Briscoe takes over CMU radio!
88.3 fm   WRCT
9pm-10pm

featuring:

Don Wentworth
Carrie Shaley
Kris Collins
Jason Baldinger
Nikki Allen
Jerome Crooks
Lucy Goubert
Renee Alberts

conducted by: Red Bob
produced by: Tina Milo



best,
Don (via Renée)

Friday, October 16, 2009

Renée Alberts: an Interview



Here's a little something for Friday: an interview with Pittsburgh poet Renée Alberts by Jan Beatty on her weekly show, Prosody.

Renée is an amazing woman and poet. Her interests are myriad, her attention to detail as fine as it gets. She has a photographer's eye, a journalist's sense of story, and a poet's soul. She is a friend of mine and has been an inspiration to me in my own work; when she preaches, it is by example, and it is a sermon well worth sitting through. She has great courage and great humor.

Listen to this interview. Carefully. Then listen again. Listen to the words. She is besotted by language yet always maintains a measured control. Her compassion is as large as her humor and her vision matches both.

She is a poet to pay attention to. She is paying attention to you.

Here is the opening poem from her chapbook, No Water, which you may hear her read at the link above.


Palm Sunday
Our yard this morning is full of wings
that close and spread to map
their lungs' pulse
as they drink,
veiny stained glass, red
as a hand held up
to the sun.

Unstaked,
tomatoes go to vine.
Cabbage whites suck nectar
from their blossoms—lotuses
adrift on the chaos of
morning glory vines spiraling
hosta spires.

The cat stalks a monarch
feeding on zinnia.
She folds its wings
between her paws; this
is how we pray here, love—
with claws.
Renée Alberts



Like many a young poet, the world is her's.

I can't wait to watch her change it.




the winter fly
I spare, the cat
snatches
Issa
translated by David Lanoue





best,
Don