Archive for April, 2011

Portraits of the Poets

Posted in Art with tags , , on April 22, 2011 by C.C. Beissert

Artist George Terry McDonald donated several line drawings of the poets to be featured on the poster for An  Evening of Poetry in Translation. Below are images of the poster designed by Troy Lehman and the portraits by George Terry:

Poetry in Translation @ The Altamont

The Great Yvan Goll
Yvan Goll

"Claire Goll" by George Terry McDonald
Claire Goll

Garcia Lorca
Federico García Lorca

Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda

Ladik
Katalin Ladik

Stella
Stella Vinitchi Radulescu

See more of George Terry’s art by clicking here.

George Terry McDonald is an artist and singer-songwriter who divides his time among Charlotte, Asheville, and sometimes Spartanburg in the Carolinas. Known to many by his moniker “George Terry,” he is a child of the East Village and DC art scenes and has performed his music across the U.S., leaving stacks of paintings wherever he travels. He is currently working on a series of acrylic landscapes, as well as a new album with his band George Terry & the Zealots.

An Evening of Poetry in Translation

Posted in Happenings with tags , , , , on April 15, 2011 by C.C. Beissert

Translation Reading at The Altamont

Friday, May 6th, 2011, at The Altamont theatre in Asheville, NC

Click here to visit The Altamont’s website for further information.

An Evening of Poetry in Translation fuses music with the spoken word, promoting the dissemination of world poetry and multicultural voices. This reading features the poetry of Hafiz, Pablo Neruda, Federico García Lorca, Katalin Ladik, Yvan Goll, Claire Goll, Keszthely Reszo, Guillevic, Marc Ichall, Stella Vinitchi Radulescu, and Hugh-Alain Dal read in English-language adaptations by Thomas Rain Crowe, Nan Watkins, Emoke B’Racz, Luke Hankins, and Caleb Beissert.

The Altamont is a brand new, multimillion-dollar, state-of-the-art, green-certified black box theater located in the heart of downtown Asheville. The venue also features a wine/beer bar and an art gallery.

This event is being held in conjunction with Asheville Wordfest.

“At Work”

Posted in Poetry with tags , on April 15, 2011 by C.C. Beissert

The clock
tastes like circuitry and dust.
Hands like a drill sergeant
inspecting his ranks,
attentive only to the air
inside the glass.

Under the clock
smells like wet leather
on the first Sunday in April.
Laboratory inscriptions
bear the letters QUARTZ,
but it holds no gold,

only an idea
of what time should look like
and how it should
sound—rent rent rent
rent—striking a match too quick,
losing the flame.

Whose idea is it anyway?
Why should we rent away
our lives only to start over at midnight?

On its rough face the numbers
shine like hair, each waiting
for its part of the minute.

—first appeared in Tar River Poetry, 2009