tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57134432009-06-24T02:51:28.923-04:00{WWW.MARTYMCCONNELL.COM} {NEW JOURNAL: martyoutloud.livejournal.com (no www required)}M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114487143750038470noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713443.post-39145148708888902432009-02-05T17:23:00.002-05:002009-02-05T17:24:48.425-05:00

Hello anyone trying to find Marty McConnell here.THIS is my web site.THIS is my livejournal.Hope to see you there.

M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114487143750038470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713443.post-39663995896317167262007-01-10T15:40:00.001-05:002007-01-10T15:40:17.091-05:00

Hello good people! Happy 2007! Here’s a quick update on where I’ll be performing for the next few weeks; hope you can make it to one or all of these great shows. There’s a slam, a crazy showcase, and a Piper Jane Project Friday night spectacular!Also, check out the great workshops louderARTS is offering this year. These are an incredible value, and an experience not to be missed. Read on!~ Monday

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for the real deal journal, go to http://martyoutloud.livejournal.com/.TONIGHT!April 24: SEMI-FINAL POETRY SLAM FEATURING KEVIN COVAL– the author of Slingshots: A Hip-Hop Poetic, is a poet, emcee, essayist, activist and educator who has performed all over the U.S., South Africa, Jamaica,India, and Europe. He has shared a stage with Cornel West and Amiri Baraka, opened for Ani Difranco, andclosed

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louderARTS: the reading seriescelebrates EIGHT YEARS of poetry and performanceat 13 Bar/Lounge (35 E. 13th St., Union Square)Monday, April 3, 20067 p.m.$5 ($4 for students)featuring KIMIKO HAHN and THOMAS SAYERS ELLIS…… with showcase poets including Patrick Rosal, Patricia Smith, Bassey Ikpi, Tara Betts, Carlos Andrés Gómez, Samantha Raheem, Roger Bonair-Agard, Lynne Procope, Marty McConnell,

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still time to register, for one, two, three or all four...The louderARTS Project presents…The Death of Nice II: Going Public.a writing and performance workshop with Marty McConnellAre you ready to dig? In this workshop, we will explore the weird, the unexpected, the dangerous, and above all the thing that makes you say "I can't put THAT in the poem!" Because often, THAT is your poem. We will look

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now, don't freak out -- I'm switching to livejournal. http://martyoutloud.livejournal.com/No real reason, except for being around a bunch of LJ folks this weekend and thinking why not. Why not? Change is good.

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Well, it's nearly officially official -- Lynne and Ram and I finished the 501(c)3 filing paperwork yesterday and we are on our way to federal nonprofit status (we're already cool with the state.)In this process I wrote the following which was WAY too detailed to include in anything going to the IRS, but for me really sums up why we do what we do. So here it is for your edification and enjoyment.

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dream about transference as a reasonable excusethe dead pigeon against your front dooris not an omen. despite the iridescent neckin the failing light, despite the fortunecookieof its beak open as if to speak, the gypsy eyedoes not recognize you for the fraud you are.the child drifting across the street, neatlyavoiding car and garbage truck, three matchesin each hand, one on fire, is not Opheliaor

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{next round of workshops}I'ma need to buy a laptop to do the complete planning for this. stay tuned for some sort of fundraising event!the louderARTS Project presents a Spring Workshop with Marty McConnellGetting Naked with Your Poems: exploring emotional proximity on page and stage Sundays, March 5, 12, 19, and 26, 3-6 p.m.Space is limited and pre-registration is required.$30 per workshop or

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{two police reports in as many weeks = cringe}so given that our apartment was broken into on Friday and both our laptops stolen, along with a borrowed one -- what a bizarre feeling, knowing that someone or someones have been rummaging through your stuff and things, looking to take -- did they look at the pictures? did they already know who we were? did they watch to see when Roger left with this

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and see, this is what happens. when I begin to memorize poems, I stop writing poems. as if there is only so much brainspace to go around and the freshly memorized words take up extra room before settling in, back with the others, filed and a little dusty.but the memorizing is good, it leads to edits that wouldn't have happened otherwise. and it's good to be able to live the poems out, to do them

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{oh, right}because I believe in the rule of three for the most part, I was wondering when the third loss would come in -- #1 being the computer power cord, #2 being my phone -- and then I realized that #3 is my mind, lost continually over the past two weeks. always comes back, but clearly the worse for wear. so there you have it. also, I think I'm anemic.*

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{can't win for losin'}My little household is on something of a losing streak, about one major item per week. Three weeks ago, it was Fred (our name for that little external portable drive memory stick thing). Last week, it was my laptop power cord (left by Roger, somehow, in South Carolina.) This week, it's my PHONE.And we know exactly where we last had each item. Fred we had in Lynne's apartment

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{I was also re-reading Li-Young Lee's "Book of My Nights" this weekend}dream about string theorydoes a man love the world lessif he drops his empty coffeecupon the floor of the G train? someonewill pick it up with the newspapersand gum wrappers and one confusedtranslucent condom she prodswith a stick and lifts with a loose graceinto the bin – what is her song, the sunjust arriving over Brooklyn?*

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{writing in form long-hand because someone left the power cord for your computer in South Carolina is hard!}but here we are -- and kind of nifty to have all the drafts written out on paper. quaint, even. and it's not a pantoum!heretical sestina for D.{with lines/phrases from “Desire in Language: A Semiotic Approach to Literature and Art” by Julia Kristeva, Columbia University Press, 1941.}impetus

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{this goes beyond creature of habit, I feel}So this weekend I tried to submit to the Bellevue Literary Review because I have three poems that deal with health/mental health, etc. -- and I've been a huge slacker on submissions of late. Of Late being the past 4 months or so. Anyway, it wouldn't go through from my home computer so I emailed it to myself and just now remembered to send it.Here's

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{developments & dabblings}I went from having to work in the Bronx from 8 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. tomorrow to having to work from 8 a.m. to noonish tomorrow to not having to go at all -- almost simultaneously went from having my sister and brother in law visit this weekend to having them visit the following week to having them get screwed over by American Airlines (boo hiss for the monster airline) and

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{I'm thinking of a new series, a companion to "lies about"}dream about third-wave feminismthere’s no daughter here, only mendead between floorboard of the upstairsand ceiling of the down, the mothput them there. still, we don’t leave.not us, not the women on the couchand the women behind, we can’tlay down, it’s clear. somethingto stand on: something obvious:it’s love, you know, a kind

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{truth and fiction in art and non}This makes for an interesting afternoon wonderment about the nature of truth in writing and where lines get drawn when profits are on the line... would these books ever have been published if they stuck to the facts? if they were positioned as fiction, which they apparently, largely, are? how much do the lies affect the art, the craft, of what was written? JT

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{randomosity from the evening just passed}I managed to remember the entirety of "St. Kevin of Glendalough's dead admirer to George W. Bush" and score decently with it as the sacrificial goat for last night's slam. Rockin'. I might toss my hat into the season, or at least a shoe. If it gets me to memorize, it's worth it.Faced with a drunk, rageful, flailing woman, I had two simultaneous thoughts:(

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on looking for a sliding-scale therapist in New York Citybut it is too much to look because the thoughtof finding threatens that void vacuum taut skinfeeling, again. and this is the office, a haven ofspreadsheets and white-out and the inexplicablefour-square ball on the conference table, a chartof your four colors, primary, sometimes it helpsto count. sometimes water. sometimes a callto say

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if I am ever The Boss, I will not talk to people in the bathroom. really, give a woman a chance to pee in relative peace and fake anonymity.

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so I stayed here at the office late to work on a proposal and instead wrote a bad poem. urg. arg.on livejournal, they get to list their mood and their music. lucky.mood: stuck. stuck. stuck. stuck.music: eery 7:30 office silence.whatever.

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