The End/Spring Break: Video Poetry Night Featuring: Cassandra Troyan, Gabby Gabby, Jordan Castro, Penny Goring, Janey Smith (cur. Cristine Brache)

Video Poetry Night at The End/Spring Break, 176 NE 1 Street, Miami, FL

Tuesday, April 23, 2013, 8PM (EST)

Featuring a selection of video poetry from across the web: Warsan Shire (video by Christine Mehr), Molly Soda, Timothy David Stone, Dustin Luke Nelson, Seth Price, Grace Micell, Martha McCollough, Frank Moore, Jennifer Swann, Przemek Gliniecki (video by Piotr Bockowski), Fabrice Lubin, Antonia Wright & more.

junktotem

junktotem
an ongoing project documenting the junk i live in

video of me reading janey smith’s garden of snow

penny goring will kill you for free – the snow poems – janey smith

no.16

 

penis of a suicide
penis spunking heart
penis of a politician
over-sexed
by nineteenth century standards
penis of a sadist
rightly or wrongly linked with a goat
penis of an artist
note the explosive meeting between penis and heart
curious coldness of a dead penis
penis of a murderer
the heart inside the mount
penis of the prisoner in the darkness of his cell
penis of a wanker
penis of a lover whose mouth you’ll never kiss
penis of a dick

penis of a failure
heavily chained and deviant penis
penis of a dad
strong insertion of penis
the reluctant penis of a junkie
it would appear that one is unfortunate if one doesn’t have a
penis of any kind
penis of an amateur
the professional reclaims the penis
and whilst you may not have been pronounced insane
the polite term would be sexually dependant
that marvelous cover-all label for emotional attitudes we do
not understand
penis of a lover whose mouth you’ll never kiss
penis of a dead man
manifesting penis
penis in your mouth

angel

a friend of mine serves spectacular angel cake
i take out my little mirror
check to make sure i’m still here
it’s all so fucking nice
he gets out a bottle of wine
pours it into three plastic glasses
he is left-handed
it’s going to be bigger than disney world

7

hairs might even be let inside
as she swallows molten glass
into the back of her throat
in front of seven pairs of eyes
a knot of human bodies
new visitors arrived every day
i retraced our steps
i lay on my belly

jhfro6rfjhgfgs0000

he leaned forward:
‘you look great.’
i thought of S crying in my arms.
i thought of T crying in my bed.
i thought of C crying in the bath.
i thought of M crying in shooters hill cemetery.
i thought of Y crying in regents park mosque.
i’ll hurt you i’ll hurt you i’m hopeless.