Unlikely 2.0

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Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz

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Three Poems by Leigh Herrick

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"We must give a definition of imperialism that will embrace the five essential features." (Lenin, IMPERIALISM: The Highest Stage of Capitalism).

1:7-04 diptych as variation on a US army survival manual theme of fire

             You must collect good tinder

             You must try to remember                   to feel

what it felt like

            You must see what they saw                potential

                                                                             the smallest sparks & flames
would change the world

             Punk like skin

                                                                            a membrane lining        bamboo

Even bird down will do

              Seed heads of dandelion

                                                                              amazing              after all
Such provisional softnesses

               strewn about Pine needles

                                                                            like straw    like dead grass
; all are useful

                                                                             when completely dried

you must feel yourself


                                                                                        your hands




                                                                       to end

12:31-03 Exile in the Homeland: A New Year's Eve Open Poem to Congress

America I'm the inhabited what have you become America w/yr. major and minor leagues yr. assassins' fine sheets this attraction to violent music and AK-47'd streets America look I'm yr. tree yr. individuality yr. middle name yr. fault yr. accomplishment yr. capital adventure yr. failure socially yr. Orphan writing in Exile yr. interior dialogue yr. stratified strategy America I would die for 5 coffee & all that we could be America beyond your Armed Reserves I'm generation X-patria yr. doggerel of wasted time yr. front page news America I have more than 25 I'm dead w/nickels and dimes living tax free yr. destined accident yr. poetic ineptitude the collected best of what's undoing made in greed America feed me I'm hungry yr. refugeed last chance loot winner suffocating in trucks & trunks & cargoed streams America yr. banks are succumbing to all things Great yr. libraries aren't Liberated yr. librarians not Free yr. tics are Democratic yr. tocks allied subliminally republic to your Decree thank paradox thank irony still I wanna be new yr. nonviolent non-weaponry yr. intellectual firearm not running on MT not losing ground losing water or air its pretty elemental America I'm lonely you lose yr. meters are full I'm giving up I have yr. ticket yr. # yr. added pit: 499 ready-to-go Los Alamos America I need yr. Prozac please a little MerckAmerica a little Pfizer-driven prosperity: Lunesta Ha! What am I? Nuts? America I'm drawing the line give me a Winston a Lucky Strike yr. caviar nights are over America yr. losing yr. Douglas Firs America I'm culling trunks from Superior's shores America I fear we're a dying breed here's One for the Gipper the news you don't read America $16.95 or $7.99 I hate yr. reckless poetry America I'm misunderstood Senators yr. petition please my alien spouse is here I've lost my home in these roaming fees and charges drawn this dawn against me called yr. sun Sirs and Madams please my knees are failing my back for your lettuce and strawberries America I'm ignorant now but really never used to be yr. butting in yr. bugging me I'm tapped out America wired for complicity are you joking America joking w/me   I am yr. statement imagining America: Will you transfer my funds now please America this is mutual: I am yr. childless revolution and you are overdrawn USAID America yr. sad broken billboard of democracy yr. rundown schools yr. un-massed transitive verbs of highway run-on belching tar & concrete nouns hurt my feet I tell you a cold is coming on America I want nylons and chocolate too America does this mean war America let's do lunch sometime soon no really I mean it I miss you I'll pick you up say 1:00 or noon America things aren't looking very bright in spite of Boston's Review (America yr. elite yr. beautiful yr. brilliant and shiny almost.com new are not yr. poor made for Arlington who'll never edit the evening news) America my mood has not improved yr. grandmother's are starting to complain yr. vets are starting the protests again yr. immigrant workers yr. soldiers yr. steel auto textile in-the-air industry trans-Atlantic trans-Pacific stewards of the skies o pie pie pie America this is serious I'm on alert yr. finger's on the gun I'm covert at the Mall yr. concealed in school halls I have a headache America what's wrong I've got water to sell yr. keeping score America I can bake a cake America my goose is cooked America the best minds of my generation are barely receiving representation & I'm getting' tired of chicken-shit news like "Allende was killed" what's wrong with the word assassinated like Love, American Style America I'm looking up yr. tree I'm eye to eye with future pulp I'm leveled with democracy yr. last skid row yr. capital flesh yr. flora and fauna the dying oceans' deforested story I'm calling I'm calling you there I'm calling I'm calling hullo

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