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Apr 21, 2014

mfortki:

A Striving After Wind at Unnameable Books
Poetry reading by Bunny Rogers and Edward Shenk featuring musical accompaniment by Joey Nikles

POEM ABOUT LOVE
Edward Shenk 

don’t look it in the mouth;
a lover’s love or gifts at christmas,
  when birds fly south 

there are 2
turtle doves
falling for it
at the zoo

they do not speak or coo,
they don’t look it in the beak—
  they fuck & do not go extinct


I DREAMED THAT GOD WOULD BE FORGIVING
Bunny Rogers

Three charming rooms talk back and forth
enlisted for their strength and stamina
Together five sisters of addiction grow up the walls 
entrusting there is no world 
in which paranoia could save the two of us
Threat is infinite and jovial
Courage is a wink and a nod
Your spine is a joke
Your vertebrae are stacked snowballs
That will melt as your joints do every hour without fail
In this cruel, hot world
Where every root vegetable shrinks your dick
Where we wake up and go to work to laugh at your dick



Apr 20, 2014

A Striving After Wind at Unnameable Books

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April 20, 2014 - 7:00pm
A Striving After Wind at Unnameable Books
600 Vanderbilt Ave, Brooklyn, NY

Poetry reading by Bunny Rogers and Edward Shenk
featuring musical accompaniment by Joey Nikles

(Source: cunny4)



Apr 12, 2014

Cunny Poem Vol. 1
Bunny Rogers
Illustrations by Brigid Mason



Apr 9, 2014

(Source: oworldinvisible)

Portrait of the artist Bunny Rogers by Brad Phillips, 2014



Apr 7, 2014

Unusuble Chair at Important Projects

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Unusuble Chair by Bunny Rogers and Brigid Mason
Important Projects
April 19, 2014
Opening Reception: 6-9pm
Reading by the artists begins at 6:30

Untitled Chair (9) by Brigid Mason, 2014



Apr 2, 2014

Shadow hunters (freedom and feeling free)

family is built on restraint
and individualized suffering
freedom is the enemy and yet
There’s nothing to lose
Shadow hunter
You’re not a dancer
Music is the only honorable pursuit
Invisible and wasteless
Dregs find rhythm in corners

I’m just fukt I recognize it in myself

You’ll believe it when you see it
Everything and everyone you know
So Laila just goes away?
you get good at it and yeah
you’ll go quietly
Cuz you got no fight, right?
I want to be invisible too
I recognize it in myself

scarecrow

I know the times of my shadows,
I know the splits in a day
Sometimes the skies are grey
like the wrists under my sleeves
I follow the line of a shadow, ever-pointing
I cast them in every direction, under glare
I am a straw body in a brown bag
When night falls I am a beacon and a sanctuary



Mar 27, 2014

Poetry reading at Model Projects in Vancouver, BC, Canada, 3/26/14