Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

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Call for Visual Noise

new idea for a free e-book, to be hosted at Avance Publishing (www.avance.stunink.com): a compilation of visual noise.

xerox static, photoshop produced noise, finely detailed collages, visual representations of audio noise...

got any pages you think would suit?

up to 300 dpi would be the go.

Avance Publishing is an attempt to achive a minimum form of  publishing similar to making stapled zines, but offering it to the wide world.

send your submissions directly to Tim Gaze:

gazetim@optusnet.com.au

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Another Reading High

Still soaring on the energy generated by last Friday's reading in Seattle (Check out Geof Huth's sketch of the event), I got another reading high today during one of Moscow High's Arts Fest assemblies (seven hour-long assemblies over the course of the week, jam-packed with music, dance, poetry, stand-up comedy). I performed four sound poems with the newly-formed Quad-Ms. Three of the pieces started as poems by the three other members, whelped collaboratively into four-voice pieces. The fourth piece was Geof Huth's "A Fever of Fish."

The opening act to the afternoon assembly, we rocked the 500+ audience. After reading poetry in public for thirty years now (first reading at the Wisconsin Rapids library with Miekal And, Laurie Schneider, and... in the summer of 1977), I forget how momentous a first public reading can be for a young poet. This is the first time one not only thrusts one's work into the public eye/mind, but through one's voice, one's body, absolutely vulnerable. For me thirty years ago--perhaps for the three poets I performed with today--nothing in my life had been so terrifying as that first reading.

Nothing, too, at the end, had been so satisfying. For these three young poets, following the performance, you could not wipe the smiles off their faces as they high-fived each other, hugged, beamed, glowed. They were soaring! When I can, I'll post the video of the Quad-Ms' first reading.

Heard/Seen/Felt Between Moscow, Idaho and Seattle, Washington On the Way to Read with Geof Huth, Jim Andrews, and Nico Vassilakis, or Whatever, as eight year old daughter has begun to say, or The Roll of Tires on I-90, or How Long Can I Make This Title?

Feels like clothes made of wasps.