Category Archives: Philadelphia Poetry Scene

Ryerss Poetry Workshop – October 4th

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As of 7/24 all spots are filled.

A poetry workshop will be held on October 4th by Poet in Residence, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, at Ryerss Museum and Library. There are only 10 spots available, of which 4 have been filled. For more information please visit:

http://www.ryerssmuseum.org/2014/07/13/adult-poetry-workshop/

 

Sketches From The Porch – F Omar Telan

Some sketches by F. Omar Telan from Poets on the Porch 2014 at Ryerss Museum and Library. Mel Brake-Mike Cohen-George Wyelsol, Maria Masington, Frank Wilson, Hayden Saunier, Bernadette McBride.

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telanbycristinokeefeaptowiczF. Omar Telan was born in Industrial Philadelphia during the 1876 centennial. With his decidedly halo halo background, Omar adds a singular perspective to Asian American expression. Neo-Futuristic, omgsototallygoth, and absolutely suburban fabulous, Omar appeals to his fellow artist who understands how satire sometimes involves eating children. Boom-bastic and introverted, he fascinates the casual audience with his ability to plumb the underbelly of his own psyche while simultaneously appreciating delicious, chilled plums. You can read the poetry of F. Omar Telan in The Fox Chase Review at this link: http://www.foxchasereview.org/13AW/Telan.html and visit his website at http://www.telan.org/

Reading Series on Break – But We Will Be Out and About

diane-sahms-guarnieri-reads-at-book-launch-10-15-11-017The Fox Chase Reading Series will be on summer break until September 28th when the series returns with MM Wittle and Rodger Lowenthal at Ryerss Museum and Library. Please note the new start time of 1 p.m. Schedule here: http://www.foxchasereview.org/13AW/docs/FCR2014ReadingSchedule.pdf

Where We Will Be During the Summer

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July 23rd @ 7 p.m.

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri

South Jersey Poets Collective

Dante Hall Theater – Richard Stockton College

14 N. Mississippi Ave., Atlantic City New Jersey

August 4th @ 7 p.m.

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri and g emil reutter

Stone Soup Poetry Series

Out Of The Blue Art Gallery

106 Prospect Street

Cambridge, Massachusetts 02139 

August 27th @ 7 p.m.

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri –g emil reutter- Mel Brake

Moonstone Poetry @ Fergie’s Pub

August 27th @ 7 p.m.

1214 Sansom Street, Philadelphia, Pa.

September 19th @ 7p.m.

g emil reutter – Noah Cutler

Fabio and Danny’s Station Café

Wayne Train Station

135 N. Wayne Ave., Wayne, Pa. 19087

September 27th @ 7 p.m.

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri – g emil reutter and Others

“The Jackson Inn Presents: Breakout the Straight Jacket…An Evening of Poetry and Music.”

Jackson Inn, 101 North Dupont Road, Wilmington, De. 19801

Report from Poets on the Porch 2014

State Rep Mark Cohen and Poet Diane Sahms-GuarnieriOn this warm July Sunday afternoon poets gathered on the porch of Ryerss Museum and Library for the 4th installment of Poets on the Porch. State Representative Mark Cohen of Philadelphia kicked off the day presenting Diane Sahms-Guarnieri with a Pennsylvania State Citation in honor of her decade of volunteer community service in the promotion of the art of poetry, through promotion of poets in live venues, workshops, in volunteer editorships of literary publications and her current position as Poet in Residence at Ryerss Museum and Library.

Hosts Rodger Lowenthal and Bruce Kramer

Although our initial lineup changed, the audience was treated to a wide array of poetic styles ranging from realism, surrealism, avant-garde, cowboy, spoken word, performance and formal poetry. A beautiful mix of diverse voices on the porch.

The presentation was followed by the first set of poets reading on the porch hosted by Bruce Kramer. Poets Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, g emil reutter, Noah Cutler, Frank Wilson, George Wylesol and Mel Brake read in the first set.

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The second set of poets reading hosted by Rodger Lowenthal followed as the July temperature climbed to an appreciative crowd. Poets Elizabeth Akin Stelling, F. Omar Telan, Bernadette McBride, Maria Masington, Mike Cohen and Hayden Saunier read in the second set.

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Thanks to this talented and eclectic group of poets and to the great crowd who appreciated their work. More photos from Poets on the Porch 2014 can be viewed at this link:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/12065560@N04/sets/72157624536350361/

Poets on the Porch – July 13th @ 1 p.m.

scenes-from-poets-on-the-porch-2013-045 Poets and lovers of poetry will gather on the Victorian porch of Ryerss Museum and Library for the 4th installment of The Fox Chase Reading Series – Poets on the Porch. 14 Poets will read their original work on July 13 from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. The museum is located at 7370 Central Ave. in Philadelphia, Pa. 19111 atop the hill at Burholme Park. The event will be hosted by Rodger Lowenthal and Bruce Kramer. For the lineup please click: https://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/06/10/poets-on-the-porch-2014/

The Words of Rutkowski and Smith float on the Warm Summer Breeze

IMG_9355IMG_9349On a warm June Sunday Thaddeus Rutkowski and Curtis Smith shared fiction at the featured poets/writers series at Ryerss. The featured readers were followed in the open mic by: Bruce Kramer, Rodger Lowenthal, Stuart Roberts, James Feichthalor, Lester Mobley, Robert Zell, F Omar Telan, Russell Reece, Robert Hambling Davis, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri and David Matthew. Photographs of this event can be viewed here:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/12065560@N04/sets/72157629096910438/

 

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This Sunday- Rutkowski and Smith

thad 7SmithThe Fox Chase Reading Series is pleased to present our Featured Poets/Writers Reading on June 29th with Thaddeus Rutkowski and Curtis Smith at Ryerss Museum and Library, 7370 Central Avenue, Philadelphia, Pa. 19111. .  The reading will begin @ 2pm in the second floor gallery of the museum. The features will be followed by an open reading. https://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/06/01/rutkowski-and-smith-in-fox-chase-june-29th/

Related Post: https://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/06/07/fcr-broadside-14-10-available-on-june-29th/

Soledad Alfaro-Allah is Philadelphia’s New Youth Poet Laureate

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http://articles.philly.com/2014-06-18/news/50654171_1_youth-poet-laureate-siduri-beckman-frank-sherlock

Underground Singing by Harry Humes – A book review for Father’s Day, 2014

Humes-Underground-Singing-coverPublished: December 21, 2007 [125 copies]

Seven Kitchens Press

Second printing: July, 2008 [100 copies]

19 pages, 4.625 x 6.75 inches

ISBN: 978-0-9820372-0-1

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Reviewed by Diane Sahms-Guarnieri 

UNDERGROUND SINGING (Winner of the 2007 Keystone Chapbook Prize) contains seventeen detailed narrative poems framed within Girardville, Pennsylvania, an eastern coal town setting.  These poems are mined together into the larger scope of a story.
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Harry Humes’s pieces of memories are stitched together into one reflective whole, where the center holds.  It’s inspiring to read for its honesty and brilliant attentiveness to metaphoric detail.  There’s not a word left dangling, rather a crystal clear recollection – like an underground spring sparkling in discovery, as underground consciousness streams its way into conscious realism, through his words, through his poems, through his singing of childhood memories. Breath breathed from coal dust – into life – and then returning once again to dust.
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This collection begins with “Man With a Yellow Pail.” The man is walking somewhere… up the hill / toward a house, maybe his own house. Planned or unplanned, what a great way to start a small collection, the arduous climb upward – life’s many hills and then the sound of the pail squeaking.  The reader is drawn in to this first poem by sensory perception: visual, auditory, and tactile.  The continuation of visual description plays on as Time has passed, It was late March, and a naturalistic setting with mallards or wood frogs quaking on the vernal pond.  An enigma pursues as the contents inside the pail are unknown, dandelions or forsythia beautiful springtime yellows, these harbingers of spring juxtaposed with or fish worms?  Yes, it’s fishing season and sure it could be worms.  And then Humes adds his own personal adaptation (something that I as a reader had no former knowledge of, something uniquely Humes to his familial upbringing) - maybe animal guts for some cheerless readingIn addition, to adding the sensation of smell, that is, scent of flowers and stink of worms and animal guts, the reader may ask – Who reads animal guts? (The poet answers this question, with a different twist, his father a reader of pigeon bones in lieu of animal guts in “The Bone Reader,” which will be addressed later).  For now, the reader is freed from that question, because in the next lines the man in Humes’s poem is raising  …his free arm / into the sky, palm and fingers tilted upwards, / as if expecting something to land there.  Again the reader questions – What would land there?
Then, the unanswered question, followed by rain as cleansing, rain as an breathed in, an olfactory sensation:  The air smelled like rain pocking dusty weeds,/ and the moon floated low in the west, and the careful and perfect placement of the last line –
everything on edge, waiting to spill.
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This is a hook of an opener, to a chapbook of poems loaded with detailed sensory perception, a lived-narrative of life in a rural setting.  Another poem “Polka for Three Dancing Elephants” is about Polish women dancing together “The Beer Barrel Polka” or “The Pennsylvania Polka” …at wedding receptions / at Ranger’s Fire House or St. Vincent’s Hall.  This is a throwback to receptions once held in fire halls, and there is no political correctness here, as there wasn’t any then.  Just life for life’s sake, the way it was growing up in “Ash Alley,” Humes a survivor of those by-gone days, destined to sing its underground music of the days of freedom and despair, from “Ash Alley:”
 … I know there was always coughing / and wasn’t there always someone calling our name.
to “Slush Dam:
 …You’ve been at that sulfur-stinking place, haven’t you, haven’t you? our mother would shout.  If you sink in it, we’ll never find you.  Mummies is what you’ll be. Do you hear me?…
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            There’s this romantic nostalgia of looking back in Time and realizing what kind of place it really was, while growing up, and that you lived through those days to come back years later in your mind and write about it, for others to understand where you have come from – the beautiful and the ugly, the pain and the joy, and that special something that was rather unique to you and your family, community.  “The Bone Reader” (is the poem I referred to earlier) of which, the entire first stanza cannot be spared here for that reason:
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                        Down in the cobwebbed dirt cellar
                        With coal bin, buckets of nails, crosscut saws,
                        Down there was a shoe box filled with pigeon bones
                        That my father would spill out on the kitchen floor
                        And read things in the tangle
                        Of breast bones, ribs wing bones, skulls
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                        But not a hint or click of movement,
                        and me remembering that moment my father
                        turned to us and asked if we had heard
                        and we said yes.
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Why lie, because Humes understood in innocence, in childhood wisdom, that his father’s dangerous and long hours of hard work, underground, in the darkness was one of life’s worst occupations,  and because Humes respected his father,  …and because he(Humes’s father) was a man skilled with darkness, / an underground man effortlessly finding his way / through coal veins…. His father told them…Oh yes, / I hear things down there / in creaking and drop of water, / we believed him. 
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That’s why; because this underground singing is a childhood memory and yes, Harry Humes lived on to read the bones of his father’s death with a beautifully sad innocence – with love – never sparing life’s darkness, never sparing America of its dirty coal dust lung: a sound of singing and/or coughing?  This is “American Realism” …down there in the muck, / down there steadily finding its way. 
The last four lines of the last poem in Humes’s prized chapbook, “My Ravine,” …putting my hand against the cool walls / for a kind of direction, maybe asking / one last dumb question, and eating / a little dirt so I would never forget.
UNDERGROUND SINGING, a written testament of a life, of a time, he remembers.

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You can find the book here: http://sevenkitchenspress.com/our-authors/harry-humes/

Diane Sahms-Guarnieri-Diane Sahms-Guarnieri is the Poetry Editor of The Fox Chase Review and Publisher of The Fox Chase Review Broadside Series.

http://www.dianesahms-guarnieri.com/