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GV – Lauren O’Brien and Claudia Serea

June 14, 2018

CHANTEUSE TIME AT GAINVILLE!
LAUREN O’BRIEN AND CLAUDIA SEREA

The Magic Circle series returns to GainVille Café Thursday, July 26 (note different day of the week as the Café is closed Fridays in the summer). Glorious NYC chanteuse LAUREN O’BRIEN will be the musical guest, featuring her Shock and Moxie Tour with guitarist MICHAEL SMALE. Featured poet will be our own glorious poetic chanteuse, CLAUDIA SEREA. Also featuring the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic. A $9 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert. 7 PM.

GainVille Café
17 Ames Avenue, Rutherford
201-507-1800.

 

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – June 12

June 14, 2018

Poem of the Week 6/12/18

The Third Day
(for Neil and Blair)

Mark Fogarty

Tipperary is inland a bit, off the beaten track
Of the tourbas, that ancient Gaelic word.
West of Thurles a few miles there are no cars,
No houses, no telephone poles, no sign of man
But the road. We stopped for our bearings,
And I smelled a flavor I never had before—
The absence of any trace of humans.

If I had to guess, I’d say that air
Was the same as it was on the third day,
When the land was separated from the water.

There was a hall of trees, and wide brushes of green
Squeezed from the greenest tube in the palette.
The green ran up a hill to a meadow above.
Ireland is full of flowers. It rains most of the time,
And there are long lawns of land they never use.

There was a sun that day like the one on your finer days.

We couldn’t find the place we’re from.
A woman walked by with a pram,
Eva and her fussing son Conor.
“Oh, you’re heading in the wrong direction entirely!” she said.

Eventually, we found the spot, in a ruined church,
Sat on the groundstone my ancestors are buried under.
Hundreds of years beneath a common stone,
But they were not thrown in willy nilly.
Each was in his place. Each was in her place.

I’m thinking my asthma would do well
In that spot west of Thurles, if I could find it again.

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GV – John Dull and RWB Workshop Poets

June 9, 2018

WORKSHOP POETS TAKE OVER GAINVILLE CAFE

The Magic Circle series returns to GainVille Café Friday, June 29. RED WHEELBARROW WORKSHOP POETS will be featured from the long-running (11 years!) weekly workshop led by Jim Klein. Our musical guest will be Rutherford singer-songwriter JOHN DULL, returning for an encore performance, hopefully with special guest MARTIN DULL. Also featuring the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic. A $9 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert. 7 PM.

GainVille Café
17 Ames Avenue, Rutherford
201-507-1800.

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – June 5

June 9, 2018

Poem of the Week 06/05/18

Lolo

Janet Kolstein

She told me she was attracted to a boy on our blanket,
a solid, dark-haired, dark-eyed, easy-going Armenian-American,

but my eyes would drift
over to her blanket
which held the dreamy Lolo.

Just for the sake of this poem,
try to remember a crush on the beach
and see him again
in my mind’s corrupt eye.

And try to hear the cawing of seagulls
muffled by waves
and a breeze that dried sea-wet skin,
and attempt to re-create Lolo
lolling like a minor Apollo
with his slender torso,
his insouciant smile.

Sand on concrete sidewalks
ending in the ocean,
dull thud of bare feet on wooden boardwalks,
a hazy horizon seen through sunglasses
filmy with salt,
friends frozen in time as teens,
no great opinions about life in general,
no judgments;
the past, in summer,
polished to perfidy.

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RWB Workshop Poems of the Week – May 22

May 28, 2018

Poems of the Week 5/22/18

The bone music maker

Claudia Serea

The dumpsters overflow with X-rays. And banned music is nowhere to be found.
The bone music maker is a bootlegger of jazz and rock and roll. His name is Sasha, and he lives on Resurrection Street. Each week, he looks for X-rays in the hospital dumpsters and takes them home to turn them into records.

Sasha presses the music into the X-rays with a machine, then cuts the disks with scissors. He burns a hole in the center with his cigarette, then holds up the result to the light: Elvis’s Heartbreak Hotel on the ribs. Johnny Cash’s I Walk the Line on metatarsals and phalange. Miles Davis on pneumonia. Chuck Berry on the broken hip. Dizzy Gillespie on Uncle Misha’s brain tumor. Ready for the turntable for just one ruble.

They sound like voices through torrential rain, ghosts singing through static. Like music in fog, light years away. Piano and trumpets played by the bees. Rontgenizdat is criminal, and everyone knows it. But students donate blood to get the money to buy bone music.

Someone must have ratted on Sasha. One day, the Komsomol music patrol raided the apartment and confiscated everything: the piles of X-rays, the records still unsold, even the manicure scissors and the cigarettes he smoked, and used to burn the record holes. Some say Sasha hid in the empty coffin waiting for Uncle Misha in the dining room. Others say he went to prison, and another bone music maker took his place.

In any case, on Resurrection Street, on skulls, vertebrae, and femurs, the banned bone music lives on. And the bones shake, rattle, and roll.

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God’s Doberman

Milton P. Ehrlich

At noon, on the fasting day
of Yom Kippur in ’38, father asked me
to run home from Shul and walk our dog.

I was so hungry I forgot about fasting
when I found a stick of Wrigley’s Juicy-Fruit
in my back pocket. Uncle Willy gave it to me
when he returned from a flight to Pittsburgh.
Airlines provided gum to stop ears from popping.

I walked by a barking Doberman wearing a swastika collar.
I had seen dogs like that in newsreels about the march towards war—
loading Jews on trains heading for Auschwitz and Buchenwald.

The dog lunged for me and sank his teeth into the calf of my leg.
How did the dog know I was a Jew? I wasn’t even wearing a yarmulka.

Police escorted me to Saint John’s Hospital
and ordered the dog, who had not been vaccinated,
tested for rabies. The results were positive.

I underwent painful medical treatments.
What kind of God would punish me
for chewing one lousy stick of gum?

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WCW – Stephen Bluestone

May 19, 2018

Wednesday, June 6, 2018, 7 p.m.

Williams Center for the Arts

Plus the words of William Carlos Williams
and open readings from the floor

Free

STEPHEN BLUESTONE lives and works in New York City, where he was born. His volume THE LAUGHING MONKEYS OF GRAVITY was nominated for the National Book Award in Poetry. THE FLAGRANT DEAD, also nominated for the National Book Award, has been called “original and beautiful” by Gerald Stern. Louis Simpson called the same volume “delightful and astonishing.” Bluestone has won The Greensboro Review Poetry Prize, The Thomas Merton Prize, as well as prizes in the Robert Penn Warren Competition and elsewhere. His work has appeared in Poetry, The Sewanee Review, The Hudson Review, and many other journals. His latest book, THE PAINTED CLOCK, was released this year on March 1 and is already in its second printing.

From “The Unveiling”

Now the world’s only
Season’s growing older,
The low stubble
Of the shuttling sky
And night, too,
A blanket of conclusions.
Of course, we could also say:
When night comes,
Whatever’s in the ground
Will keep like a new year
In winter’s closet,
And, sooner or later, it, too,
Will make ghosts of all
Brief distinctions.

Contact: John Barrale – john.barrale@gmail.com

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GV – John Barrale and Corina Bartra

May 19, 2018

JOHN BARRALE, CORINA BARTRA BACK AT GAINVILLE!

The Magic Circle series returns to GainVille Café Friday, June 1. JOHN BARRALE will be launching his new book of poetry, Poems for the Camel, which won the Cosmographia Chapbook Prize for 2018. Our musical guest will be Afro-Peruvian Jazz singer CORINA BARTRA, returning for an encore. Also featuring the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic. A $9 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert. 7 PM

GainVille Café
17 Ames Avenue, Rutherford
201-507-1800