Post to Buffalo Poetics List: Poetry Incarnation '05

Hannah Miller on Poetry Incarnation '05

Highwire Gallery: Calendars: October/November 2004

Graphic Art: Fliers: Outlaw Playwrights: 1998/1999

Lurch Back...

To lurch back from the Aughts to the Nineties: Poetry Incarnation '05 and the Highwire Gallery Philly Free School shows, as dramatic public displays of sangfroid around cultural and other forms of chaos, were presaged by the work I did with the Outlaw Playwrights in State College in the Nineties. These three one-acts are what I deem most worthy of preservation from that experience. By the by: Mortuary Puppies was produced by the Outlaws in State College on 2-11-99, while I was living in Manhattan. I had left the script for the Outlaws to use right before I left State College in late November '98. I didn't find out about the production until the late summer of '99, when I moved into Logan Square. What the Aughts were to be loomed large by then.

Adam Fieled (State College, Pa): "Song for Genevieve"

Flip-flop her legs (so soon!) are perfect
Sunlight burnishes her kneecaps
She’s a swan of smoothness
A mint to be dissolved in (strong!) tea
An oyster to be de-pearled w/ two hands

                     (Yawning
                              gape
                                of coagulated
                                      sunset—

                                     Perpetual cricket
                                 buzz sticks
                          to pure ancient
            leaves in breezes—)

She’s poignant, pained, church-stained
Gravy-lust, the merchandise of sailors (tides!)
Orally injected (wet!) anti-depressants
You’re killing me (Hepburning my body!)
Spread a flag over yr naked back, arch—
over the wall— push!— over the sky;
Stars, planets, universes yarned in a spin;
Navigate the (gated!) grave of the Milky Way;
Eat the chocolate donut of midnight—

© Adam Fieled 1998

originally appeared in hutt and Starfish

Poetry Incarnation '05 on P.F.S. Post

In the days following Poetry Incarnation '05, I posted to P.F.S. Post (Philly Free School Post) about the reading. The big revelation here is something I'd forgotten: the entire audience, and all the poets, managed to hang on and remain at the Khyber for the entire five-hour duration of the event. Or just about. Even as I have to face the contradiction, many years later, of never having put together another reading quite as expansive. P.F.S. Presents (Philly Free School Presents) was a smaller endeavor in Chicago and NYC.