Little Bang, the Release Party
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Come to the Little Bang book release party & get lit.
On Sunday, December 14th at 7 PM, please join us at The Evanston Print and Paper Shop for a Little Bang release party. The book contains poetry, fiction, essays, and images from Stephen DeSantis, Jill Summers, Jen Blair, Brandon Graham, Benjamin Chandler, Erik Austin Deerly, Audrey Niffenegger, Lessa Bouchard, Matthew Aron, Elisabeth Long, Kevin L. Cuasay, Meredith R. Winer, Karol Shewmaker, Jen Thomas, Ken Gerleve, Marian Runk, and April Sheridan.
We’ll have copies of the book for sale, a raffle, some readings, and a few words about how Little Bang came to be. If you’ve never been to EPPS, it’s quite easy to get to, even on public transportation, but because it’s a nice walk from the el, you might want to consider a car pool. Directions can be found here.
Tags: book, literary, little bang, poetry, release party
Dear Harvey
Posted by Erik | Filed under poetry
I went to your memorial last Thursday
but you were not there
in your place was an old photo
you on your horse
full head of poorly cut hair
accidentally hip.
The woman spoke about energy, afterlife
and rejoining your ancestors
while we bowed our heads
you reached into your holster
drew your revolver
and took pot shots.
If you didn’t want your bronzed baby booties displayed in public
you should’ve mentioned it while you had the chance, cowboy.
Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number 1, 2008
Tags: death, little bang, poetry
Breaking Away
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Host: Columbia InterArts – UIC Design MFA Candidates 07-08
Location: Gallery 37 Center for the Arts – CenterSpace Gallery 5th flr.
66 E. Randolph, Chicago, IL 60601 US
When: Friday, April 11, 6:00PM
BREAKING AWAY
graduate thesis work from
University of Illinois at Chicago Graphic Design & Columbia College Chicago Arts and Media & Book and Paper MFA candidates
Opening Reception
Friday, April 11th 2008
4 pm. – 11 pm.
runs from March 31st – April 14th
CenterSpace Gallery – 5th Floor
Gallery 37 Center for the Arts
66 E. Randolph
Chicago IL. 60601
Tags: chicago, chicago arts, columbia college chicago, gallery, gallery 37, opening, uic
Lost and Found
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Video narrative It’s All About Time exhibited October 29, 2007 – January 2, 2008. Hours: 9 am – 7 pm Monday – Thursday and 9 am – 5 pm on Friday.
Location: Hoken Annex, Columbia College Chicago, 623 S. Wabash, 1st Floor.
“Like the misplaced mitten or errant earring, each one of us eventually ends up at the lost and found. When we have been abandoned, cast away, forgotten, set free, moved on, we are confronted with a bleak universe. When we lose sight of the path, however, we are suddenly free to go whichever way we choose. Being at the lost and found is a moment of utmost distress, and at the same time, a place to begin again.”Lost and Found is curated by IMAGe Unit, a collective of the Columbia College Chicago Interdisciplinary Arts and Media MFA candidates dedicated to the principles of collaborative and individual creative excellence. IMAGe Unit invited Columbia students of all disciplines to submit works based upon the theme “lost and found.” The exhibition features a broad range of artworks from traditional photography to multimedia installation.
Tags: chicago, columbia college chicago, gallery, installation, multimedia installation, narrative, opening, stop-motion, time, video
My Last Visit
Posted by Erik | Filed under poetry
Cold meat covered in thin white cotton.
One foot protrudes.
Mouth agape, drools silently.
Teeth removed, stored neatly on the roll-away table.
As if you might get warm,
or wake up and need to chew.
Sourness—a look or a feeling? I’m
not sure. Mislabeled television controls.
I’ll see what I can do to fix this
error.
Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number 1, 2008
Tags: death, little bang, poetry
Kent
Posted by Erik | Filed under poetry
I love you, I told him
Meals on wheels didn’t come ’til three o’clock
He’s pissed
I love you too, he said, trying to swallow it back down
*
Rewind, thirty years:
Leisure suit and perm aside,
Dad’s never changed
Trouble with women, he says, they just want to be happy
He never remarried
Thanksgiving with my Mom—Christmas with Dad
I came home after college
He was an old man
*
He reads glossy magazines
Schools me on pop culture
On his 78th birthday he asked for Moby
Though lately he prefers punk
When I was young, I had this dream my dad was shot
in the chest with a cannonball
He came home in this dream; I could see right through
the big round hole
The wound was clean, as if he were made of cookie dough
I couldn’t bring myself to touch him
*
Gave my dad a hug the other day
We repaired his iTunes
Picked over cold lunchmeat
Snapped a few pictures, said goodbye
Three days later—snail-mail from Dad
Scrawled across the back of a carefully folded article
About Balinese Hip Hop:
I love you, too
Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number 1, 2008