Tuesdays at Curley's

Welcome to PoemAlley, Stamford, Connecticut's eclectic venue for poets, poetry reading and discussion! Open to anyone living in Fairfield County and the surrounding area, we meet Tuesday nights at 7:30 pm at Curley's Diner on 62 Park Place (behind Target) . Come contribute, get something to eat, or simply listen!



Showing posts with label Pushcart Prize. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pushcart Prize. Show all posts

Jul 9, 2017

"Because Loneliness Is Quiet": An Evening With Pat Mottola At Barnes & Noble's Open Mic



As tomorrow night’s featured poet at Barnes & Noble’s Open Mic program, Pat Mottola will read selections from her first collection, Under a Red Dress (Five Oaks Press, 2016), demonstrating how the title’s diaphanous image is used to unify musings on human sensuality and connection, consolation and longing, expressed through the varied portraits of people, times and artifacts, from struggling veterans and temptresses, to old family photos and her immediate family, such as her mother, who never “caught up to Gloria Steinem or Betty Friedan”.
 
Beyond inter-generational experience, though, Wally Swist (Huang Po and the Dimensions of Love) characterizes the work of the Puscart Prize nominee as mining “a millennial loneliness that can be as sexy as a red dress.”

The universal, often repressed tension of relationships buoyed or pushed down by external expectations and circumstance is insightfully enlivened in her Leslie Leeds Poetry Prize-winning ekphrastic piece, inspired by the Edward Hopper oil painting of the same name. 

Room in New York, 1932
            –after Edward Hopper
 
See for yourself––look through the open window.
Come closer, as if you were invited. My husband
buries his head in the newspaper. Tell him I’m here,
I wear the red dress because loneliness is quiet.

If nothing else, the room is honest. Between us,
only the bare wooden table. And the door. Outside,
the ledge and window meet, greet you like a black-edged
announcement. I turn away, one finger poised

on the keys of the piano, threaten to break the silence
that fills the room. I could reach for the door.
Instead I face away, as if I am not looking
for a way out, as if you couldn’t imagine my story.



You can also click here for writer/director John Kaiser’s own brief film interpretation of the same vignette, starring Anna Rosselli and Jason Heil.


Pat teaches Creative Writing at Southern Connecticut State University, where she received both an M.S. in Art Education and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing. Besides her work with SCSU students, she is thrilled to teach both art and poetry to senior citizens throughout the state and is especially proud of her most recent undertaking, mentoring Afghan women through the Afghan Women’s Writing Project. 



 She has placed work in numerous journals including War, Literature & the Arts, VietNow Magazine, Paterson Literary Review and the San Pedro River Review, whose co-editor, Jeffrey Alfier, admires her poetry as “sweeping, heartfelt, and skillfully rendered”. 
 
Besides her roles as co-president of the Connecticut Poetry Society and co-editor of Connecticut River Review, Pat’s love and advocacy of the form is well-represented not only by her serving as keynote speaker for the IMPAC-Young Writers Award and study with major poets from across the country, but also via such playful engagement via a website quiz inviting visitors to match photos of acclaimed poets with particular quotes. 

Hosted by Frank Chambers, Barnes & Noble’s Open Mic Poetry program meets the second Monday of each month in the cookbook section on the main floor of the bookstore (located in the Stamford Town Center), beginning at 7:15 p.m.



For more information, contact:

Barnes & Noble
100 Greyrock Place, Suite H009
Stamford, CT 06906

203-323-1248



Mar 26, 2013

When Reality Gets Tossed, Like A Salad


Tonight’s featured poet at Curley’s Diner was initially drawn to the form by no less than Frank McCourt (Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Angela’s Ashes), his English teacher while attending New York City’s Stuyvesant High School. Neil Silberblatt began penning his own work while at Cornell University.

In addition to his writing, Neil is very active in organizing Voices of Poetry, a traveling venue for prominent poets and musicians, held at The Sherman Museum, The Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum (Ridgefield), the New Britain Museum of American Art and other locations around Connecticut.

Most recently, Neil has placed two pieces in last October’s “It’s Political” issue of the literary publication Verse Wisconsin. So Far, So Good (Lulu), his 2012 collection, is prized by fellow poet and Voices participant, Joan Kantor, for its blend of “… honesty and accessibility” with humor and elegant word-choice.   

Madison Avenue (part of his New York Suite), Grand Prize Winner in the Open Community Poetry Contest sponsored by Hennen's Observer (which also nominated the poet for a Pushcart Prize), conveys with sparse power how standard mandates of self-worth, opportunity and integrity get twisted out of all meaning on the altar of globalized consumerism:


MADISON AVENUE


At the Viand Coffee Shop...

on Madison Avenue
          which must not be confused
          with the Viand on East 86th
          or the Viand on Broadway
come the young ladies fresh from
their visit to the Met
or, if they dare, the Whitney
         because one can only
          take so many Rothkos
          or Van Goghs
          in a morning
wearing their
dazzling tennis whites
which have never seen,
and will never see,
a ground stroke,
as they pick apart their
salads
and each other.

Now enter
the ladies
bearing handbags
with names
like children,
     the real thing
     of course,
     no knock offs here
as they survey the
dieter’s special
and eye the desserts
cordoned off
behind the counter.

Their conversations hushed
as they spread
butter
and gossip.

Two blocks away
from the Viand Coffee Shop
on Madison Avenue
     which must not be confused
     with the Viand on East 86th
     or the Viand on Broadway
stands a refugee
from Senegal
as black as the plum
into which she bites,
its juices dripping
down the side of her hand,
as she quickly sets up
her display of
counterfeit handbags
on the street-corner.
 
She is
real;
the plum is
real;
the bags –
     as she will quietly tell you
     in her rich Senegalese accent,
     with her breath scented by plum -
are beautiful,
but fake.
  
Neil has a second collection of poems, tentatively titled Present Tense, due for release later this year.