Wednesday, May 25th: Poetry. Shannon Tharp reads from Vertigo in Spring, joined by Whit Griffin reading from his new collection of poems We Who Saw Everything. 6pm.
"Shannon Tharp’s second book, Vertigo in Spring, does nothing less than boil down the sense of becoming’s ordinary bruises—alienation from one’s chosen place to live, failed love, distant or lost loved ones, vocational aimlessness—to a fundamental condition of spiritual bereavement. Like a bluegrass record that’s been turned into a crisply lined mural then translated into a book of poetry,Vertigo in Spring traverses this space using language that is compact and discomposing in its barefacedness". —Omniverse
Shannon Tharp is the author of The Cost of Walking (Skysill Press, 2011) and Vertigo in Spring (The Cultural Society, 2013). Her poems and essays have appeared in Court Green, The New Ohio Review, Typo, Verse, andThe Volta, among others. With Sommer Browning she is the co-editor of Poet-Librarians in the Library of Babel: Innovative Meditations on Librarianship, forthcoming from Library Juice Press in late 2016. She lives in Laramie, Wyoming.
"Whit Griffin’s We Who Saw Everything opens with an elegantly haunting, demure dedication “My Daimon.” By not affixing “to” or “for” or other prepositional directive Griffin stealthily sidelines overemphasizing any understanding of relation between dedicatee and text, dedicatee and himself. Griffin goes for an understated clarity. A nod which plays off notions of the existence of an acknowledged force which lies back of the poet’s own will: a ubiquitously other presence guiding the poem-at-hand. There are abundant modernist sources for such an idea: from Yeats’ occult(ish) transcriptions of listening to the voices in the room, resonating easily with Faulkner’s “I listen to the voices,” on to Lorca’s Duende and Spicer’s Ghosts but there’s also the reach further back, to the roots of Western mythic poiesis found in Homer’s “rosy-fingered dawn.” Griffin’s nod encompasses them all and then some. Griffin’s Daimon is more than muse or motivating force, it is the text itself..." —The Rumpus
Whit Griffin has two books on Skysill Press and two on Cultural Society, most recently We Who Saw Everything (2015). Over the years he's had work in many journals, including The Chicago Review, Golden Handcuffs Review, Hambone and The Recluse. He studied poetry a Bennington and Brooklyn College, but his real education came working for Jonathan Williams' Jargon Society. A native of Memphis, he now shares a home in Wyoming with Shannon Tharp.