Thursday, July 21, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Dear M, I know many yeses.
Yes, I’ve had pants-ants, I’ve
sewed my oats, not Quaker,
but remember: oats are small.
Yes, I wrote our happenings,
made them public. OK, you
can say I suck. Sucking hasn’t
made me sour, however. I’m
as sweet as a Gobstopper. I’m
colorful, too. You should suck
c. Mary Harju/Adam Fieled 2006
Saturday, July 16, 2016
I look at a bridge through the window.
I am standing, naked, while you paint.
I feel that every moment is new, nude.
I am in my body as it actually is, I am
in time as it moves forward, from in
side my body, responsive to drafts
coming through the window, mirrors
that show me what I know too well
to know, what I have lived through
and with, what I have seen but not
been Other to. Sunlight glistens—we fall upwards, without question.
c. Mary Harju/Adam Fieled 2008
Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
These salvaged pages document Philly Free School happenings as they progressed through the blistering inferno which was 2005: PFS at Molly's Books in South Philadelphia; PFS at the Highwire Gallery; PFS planning Poetry Incarnation '05 and Bowery Poetry Club shows in New York; Poetry Incarnation '05 playback; and BPC playback as well, and the BPC calendar with us on it (8/13). Cheers!