Please join us at
Bowery Poetry Club
New York, NY
On Sunday, October 2nd
for a reading by Jee Leong Koh and George Witte, plus an open mic for metrical poetry.
Jee Leong Koh is the author of three books of poems, Pay Day Loans, Equal to the Earth and the recently published Seven Studies for a Self Portrait (Bench Press, 2011). Born and raised in Singapore, he lives in New York City. Jee blogs about art, music and literature at Song of a Reformed Headhunter.
George Witte’s two collection of poems, The Apparitioners (2005) and Deniability (2009) are available from Orchises Press. New poems from a third manuscript in progress have been published or are forthcoming in 32 Poems, Antioch Review, Ploughshares, Virginia Quarterly, Southwest Review, and Yale Review. He was awarded Poetry magazine’s Frederick Bock Prize for a group of poems, anthologized in The Best American Poetry 2007, and received a fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts. For twenty seven years he has worked at St. Martin’s Press, as an editor, as the publisher of Picador USA, and now as editor in chief. He lives in Ridgewood, New Jersey. http://redroom.com/member/george-witte.
I speak not only of the resumption of the Carmine St. reading series in October with Jee Leong Koh and George Witte on October 2, but also of seeing more crap like this on the streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn:
Yes, that’s a bunch of hipster types carrying around a bike that they have painted entirely red, placing it in various positions on the street, and not just photographing but filming it, though they aren’t moving it around or anything like that. I’m not sure I get it.
That said, though, let’s not indulge in the usual facile mockery of pampered little hipsters making stupid art, even if it may well be apropos. Sure, this shit annoys the crap out of me, too, but the sky-high hipster population means, even if in a deracinated bobo sense, that there is a significant community who like being into stuff, who keep the street-side booksellers and cafes and independent record shops going. Yeah, yeah, their tastes aren’t always mine–indeed frequently not–but their thickness on the ground allows me to indulge in mine a bit more than I perhaps could without them. So, here’s to you, smug hipsters with your stupid red bike!
First there was the New York City reading series for metrical poetry. And that was okay. However, we thought it would be even better with a blog. So here we are. And so are you, apparently.