The very last word in poetry news!

This is the last IPM poetry update for the moment but full of good news and new things to read:

Benjamin Norris, poet, artist, and university lecturer, after a spate of publications in February has continued to write, his most recent work can be found on his website A View from a Carpark:

My sleight of hand grows tepid, shaken
kept unbound, it withers down
the coins invariably end their trail
somewhere behind the ears of a child…
(excerpt from Petty Magicks)

American poet Tim Seibles’ book Fast Animal became available in February and I found this review at Ringside Reviews the most engaging of the five that I read. The reviewer, Micah Ling, cited a poem entitled Dawn which I found on-line at eleveneleven journal. Here’s a taste:

So, I thought about death and the dying
it requires and the idea of lying
face-down somewhere: I thought

it’s just too much—the not
knowing, the anytime anyplace
of it: my heart running

out of gas—me: tagged
by a bus—my well-meaning self
clipped in the urban crossfire.

Or the giving up on everything,
the world a banquet of good reasons
for clocking out and chomping the black
sandwich. But I thought but…(excerpt from the poem Dawn in the collection Fast Animal)

Finally, American poet and playwright Octavio Solis premiered his latest theatrical work Cloudlands (a musical for which he wrote the script and lyrics in collaboration with Adam Gwon) at the South Coast Repertory Theater in Costa Mesa, California. It received this glowing review in the L.A. Times. We hope that he’ll have time to keep writing poetry now that it’s in production.

All the best to everyone and thanks for reading!

Deadly Earthquakes in Northern Italy…kind of

Just so you know, 17 people are confirmed dead and I know that, for the families of those who have died, it’s 17 too many. For a family member or close friend, even one is too much. However, context is important. I live in the ‘grey’ area of the map above and have yet to feel a single jiggle in my 3rd floor apartment. That said, friends as far apart as Milan and Venice have said they felt the quake and it’s aftershocks. I’ve heard about both quakes from concerned friends and family in the U.S. who’ve watched newscasts like this one on National television: note the title for this news segment “KILLER QUAKE SHOCKS ITALY”

 

Since this is in small towns and villages it will be hard to know how much DEATH AND DESTRUCTION this quake has wrought!

You’d think it were the Apocalypse. 17 people have died since the first one last week (which is terrible) but an average of 8 people per day die in traffic accidents in Texas* and, in that big one in Aquila in 2009, they lost almost 300**….sigh, context is everything and the news media distorts to fit their needs like a wet sweater.

My heartfelt condolences to the 17 families who have lost loved ones in these latest Italian earthquakes and to the likely 72 Texas families who have lost loved ones in traffic accidents over the same 9 days.

* Based on 2010 statistics from this government website: http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/departments/nrd-30/ncsa/STSI/48_TX/2010/48_TX_2010.htm
**http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/28/pope-visits-earthquake-zone

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Peter wrote this great piece about Calabria (one of the regions in Italy that has affected me deeply and been a profound font of creative inspiration). Please take a moment to read it along with some of his other posts which include great photos of Italy.

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Its always sad when we lose a loved one…

Cancer is a rotten blight on mankind but it strangely brings out incredible responses in some people. Unfortunately someone we know, a family member actually, passed away last night after a long battle with cancer. Having only met him a few years ago at his very large calabrian wedding in central italy, it is sad to think of his young wife and son grieving.

This wedding was my first real entry into the madness that is a deep southern italian family. The openness and warmth i felt from every member of this massive family will never be forgotten. As the partner to a prodigal son of one part of this huge clan, I was invited to their wedding a few years ago (very few if any outside the immediate family knew we were gay). I had only met a few of…

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Pictures from an exhibition

PLACE table, D.I.S.D. chair, and painting by Matthew Broussard

 Matthew Broussard’s press preview event at GWEP public&media relations new space, Guendalina bla bla was a great success, here are a few images (courtesy of Davide Campi) from the exhibition which will be open to the public for the first time today from 3:00 to 7:00 pm – click on the address below for a map:

Sculptural Lamp and MINT shelves (on loan from Mint Market, courtesy of Renato Baldini) by Matthew Broussard

To read an article about Matthew published in La Stampa in Italian or English, click HERE.

Limited edition bla bla torchiere and cedar-plank with steel book shelf by Matthew Broussard.

Matthew makes the news…in a good way!

La Stampa di Torino, 
Venerdi 23 Marzo 2012 (p 27).
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Friday, 23 March 2012 – Page 27

translated by: Bonnie McClellan
 
Matthew Broussard
The American who lives near Lago Maggiore, with one of the shelving units that he’ll be presenting at the Fuorisalone during Milan’s design week.
At the 2012 Fuorisalone taking place during Milan’s design week in April, he’ll bring a low table, a storage system, an original bookshelf, light and yet demonstrating a complex equilibrium between positive and negative space.
Matthew Broussard – not quite fifty, born in Louisiana and raised in Dallas with a BA in sculpture from Baltimore and happily transplanted to Gemonio, near Lago Maggiore – likes working with elm wood, a material rarely used. In Italy since 1991, he has moved easily between land art, such as his installation in the bed of the Taglimento river, to fine art and has a passion for functional objects, as long as they have a unique character.
He explains that he enjoys materials with a life of their own, he likes to contemplate, imagine, and transform found objects. The surface of one of his tables includes a paving stone from a Tuscan piazza. There are no borders, according to him, between artist and craftsman: there is a special relationship with nature, the pleasure of ‘considering’ things and making them.

Chez des américains

I’ve spent the last 10 days on the French Rivera in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat. This sounds more frou-frou than it actually is. My husband is here working and so Robin Kay and I took some time off for a vacation because the train ticket was all of 39 euro for the both of us and there is an apartment with a kitchen and a washing machine. So, it costs about what it does to be at home; but, here there’s the sea! Yes, I know, that’s not a great picture but I’m here with my wonderful telephone/camera and I forgot the connector cable!

Me feeling relaxed, it’s 10 degrees warmer here than in Lombardy!

We went to carnival in Nice twice, to the Matisse Museum and to see the Church near the park where there were ancient Gallo-Roman ruins and the monastery of Cimez. Those have been our Sundays. Otherwise Matthew has been working 7am-7pm and Robin and I have been on our own.

We’ve been taking the bus to the local market at Beaulieu-sur-Mer a few days a week and spending the rest of the time at the beach building stuff with rocks. There are beautiful olive trees everywhere, even growing out of the wall next to the apartment:

There’s a mandarin orange tree and lots of sun. The water is not yet warm enough to go for a swim but it’s still a beautiful turquoise blue down on the beach. Everything smells warm and salty and my hair has slowly gone from the static-filled straw of winter to humid curls.
Two days ago we went to the gardens at the Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild and stayed for a surprising 3 hours. Robin was thrilled with the Japanese gardens and the musical fountains with ‘dancing’ water. Since then she’s been building ‘gardens’ on the beach with tidy borders and large rocks with raked sand around them.
Today she’s off with her Dad, first to the building yard and now to the job-site. I’ll have good pictures of her, carnival, and her seaside gardens when we get back and I find that cable!

Mini-Cowl from Mamma’s handspun yarn

My mother, who you can find over at saramuz, sent me some of her beautiful hand-spun yarn for my birthday. You can see her blog about this yarn and the Hill Country wool market HERE.

I played with it for a few hours, mixing it, doing stockinette stitch and garter stitch until I decided on a mini-cowl based on the one they have attached to the hat in Lynne Barr’s Reversible Knitting.

I knitted it up on #15’s (US) and it made up in about 7 rows of circular stockinette which rolls to show the purl side. I love it! Simple and a nice extra warm something with no dangling ends that have to be kept from falling into the soup (or the dishwater). In our climate where I don’t go out without a coat, it shows above the coat collar, doesn’t come loose or get caught in the zipper. Thanks Mom :)!

Flowers…and more flowers!

portrait of a lady 
Jan Joseph van Goyen

Had a great birthday weekend in Milan! The city has so much to offer even if it’s spread out from one neighbourhood to another. After our trip to the Pinacoteca di Brera where I got an eyeful of wonderful paintings. Matthew did most of the  girl wrangling so that I could look in peace while she had a tour of fancy chairs with velvet cushions. Some of the most engaging paintings were the smallest; I loved the portraits by an unknown Venetian painter that were over to the side of the door in room 20. Trying to look at a notebook sized painting by Brueghel, I had to keep slipping my glasses up and down to see it, I really felt like an old lady! Next to it was this jewel of a Dutch seascape:

After the museum we stopped for a glass of wine and then went on to see our friend Renato at Mint Market, the beautiful home/beauty/flower store for which Matthew designed the furnishings. Renato was just finishing up with some customers so we ordered aperetivi from the bar down the street (one of the pleasures of the city is that, if they know you, the local bar will deliver cocktails down the street to where you are). While we were waiting, Matthew said, “Did you see that bouquet of white flowers?” pointing to a stunning arrangement of roses, broom, miniature lilies and fresia that was as big as our daughter. As we walked over to admire them he said, “Those are for your birthday.” I felt like an actress who’d just won an Oscar without having done anything to deserve it!

My birthday bouquet from Mint Market

 As a testimony to the quality of the flowers at Mint Market, these survived being carried through the very crowded Milanese metro three times, a night in a warm apartment and a 2 hour train ride before I took this picture!
Mint Market’s owner, Renato Baldini, is a truly lovely person. He gave my daughter Robin Kay a splendid bouquet of sunset coloured runculus so that she would feel special too:

Robin’s Runculus and my Cake

Then he let her help carry the flowers in before closing the store. He also gave me this elegant hyacinth so that now the whole house feels like spring right in the midst of winter.

Hyacinth bulb waiting to open