t ofwxas) 6161 — LOALOUd SAVMYALWM ALVIS MYOK MANTHE NEW YORK STATE WATERWAYS PROJECT grew out of a desire to present to New York residents the artistry of the word in a novel setting. The waterways caught our imaginations from a concern for aesthetics and the ecology of New. York rivers and lakes. We thank the South Street Seaport Muse- um, the National Maritime Historical Society, the New York Harbor Festival and the Department of Ports and Terminals for their cooperation and recommendations. Poets and in- dependent presses have responded by offering their talent as performers and sharing in the expense.We will be exhi- biting and reading at the South Street Seaport Museum on duly 4th, at Pier 13 in Staten Island on July 2lst, Pier 84 at West 44th Street in Manhattan on July 29,at Nc&t Av- enue and 44th Drive in Queens on August 12, at the North River Bulkhead in Greenwich Village (West Street and Bank Street) on August 19th, at the Fulton Ferry Landing Brook- lyn on August 25th and 26th and in Kingston on September 8th and 9th. ©1979, TEN PENNY PLAYERS INC.August 12, Pier at 44th Drive, Long Island City noon 12:15 12:30 12:45 1:00 1:15 1:30 1:45 2:00 2:15 2:30 2:45 3:00 3:15 3:30 3:45 4:00 4:15 4:30 4:45 5:00 5:15 5:30 5:45 6:00 Patricia Kelly Dary]? Chin Guy Beining Matthew Laufer Bob Stokes Richard Spiegel Barbara Fisher Gersami Karen Frederick Enid Dame Donald Lev Stanley Barkan Louis Reyes Rivera Arthur Jussel Conciere Taylor Mia Barkan Athelantis Perry Darrell Perry Norman Friedman Shirlene Holmes Murat Nemet-Nejat James Morris R. C. Morse Charles Molesworth Lynda Carter Michael David Miner Leo WienerACKNOWLEDGEMENTS We welcome to the New York State Waterways Project Bramwell-Marsh Publishers, PO Box 385, Staten Island NY 10302, Poetry Brooklyn Ferry Poets, 741 President Street, Brooklyn New York 11215, Poetry Esopus, Woodstock, New York, poetry Greenfield Review, PO Box-80; Greenfield Center, NY12833 Queens Council on the Arts, (SOURCE), 161-04 Jamaica Avenue, Jamaica, NY 11432 Grants from Poets & Writers and The New York State Council on the Arts make possible payments to poets appearing July 21 Pier 13 SI; August 12 LIC; August 25th & 26th Fulton Ferry Landing, Brooklyn. Grants from the United States Department of Labor and the NYC Department of Employment CETA Title VI have made the following appearances of Cultural Council Foundation CETA poets possible: Daryl Chin, Bob Stokes, Gersami Karen Frederick. Our thanks to Conciere Taylor, Literary Program of the Queens Council on the Arts for her assistance in locating Queens poets able to participate in this reading (Norman Friedman, Shirlene Holmes, Murat Nemet-Nejat, James Morris, R.C.Morse, Charles Molesworth, Lynda Carter, Michael David Miner, Leo Wiener) Our thanks to the NYC Department of Ports & Terminals for allowing us the use of their piers. ‘Higgins Again' by Donald Lev, originally published in PECULIAR MERRIMENT, Home Planet Publications, 1973Patricia Kelly there was always something tender and raw about her never more than when her newest infant pummeled at her breast red and intent i and the others crowding that kitchen wrestled for the least drop of her expansiveness never failing to leave her sated by the sweet taste ©f bloodANOTHER SUNMER POEM Daryl Chin waiting for some indication (a breath of air, a breeze, a gust of wind) the heat oppresses new york city summer steaming pavements baking concrete broiling sidewalks the air hangs heavily clinging a vet embrace tossing in sleep a lack of comfort dreams children dancing under the forceful torrents of fire hydrants dogs circling with tongues hanging down people gathered around the stoops at night talking trying to pass the time the heat waiting for the heat to pass radios drifting music blaring noise seeping through stifled air summertime dreams going to movies to escape the heat ice cream and soda in increasing intakes tossing in sleep dreams the beach the park staying up late the dark summer vacations dreamsstoma 410. Guy Beining flexuous belly of earth spread out like hog snake and nothing grows down dark roads in amulet of night far off starless belts of voices are heard crawling into deaf ears of earthen jugs far off peasants point to cupola & churchyard in shade of pepper trees their nostrils open to ocean scent 3 hills away from the market placeWHITE WATER GOLD (Dedicated to Kornelia Ender, winner of four Olympic swimming gold medals.) Matthew Laufer Weissmuller in his prime would straggle, as Kornelia Ender furrows red-buoyed lane with tempered strokes. Having coursed through rapids, she feels rivers seethe in her: tunnyfish tigered by the gold heart of a dream. Little girl never doll-housed, but nudged into her element, where splashy joy gave way to welling pride. In childhood's slipstream, bare ribs took on muscle. In Olympian swell, she stirs up boiling eddies, tumble turns, and whips up white-hot finish. Kornelia outkicks a carping rival, bubbles up, wreathed in a winning smile.oo Foam fe Poy. Furnished by Mx G. Buonw, 61 Canal-styeet, New York, and drawn by Voor ‘from actued arlidles of Costume. * rosent | owing to the wolant not bein fn the body et ‘with iM tha falc. is imposmible a teat the ich metalle Tate 1 Meh enn never be adopted by ene entero, Sar itantations nro conned to tie sy oe whch her Ie is of very ample proportio "iRichard Alan Spiegel said micky macho to flora dora there's something fine with soda water said flora dora to soda water now treat him kind jus! like you oughta s said soda water to flora dora no sweat, dear i've got it made said flora dora to something fine i hope you don't plan on getting laid said micky macho to flora dora that something fine's a waste of time said something fine to flora dora i'm making poems by making rhymes in fifty states my rhymes are crimesACROSS THE STREET Barbara Fisher Across the street in the lighted window in front of the dark green walls a woman screams and screams and rails against her age her health the arms forcing her backward, down onto the white sheets. She argues piteously futilely and cannot defend herself from the cloth scrubbing her old body clean. Across the street in the lighted window @ woman screams and screams while across the street down on the street a man and a woman he balding she spreading wide with middling year fat clutch at each other as they leave their dinner and still entwined roll into their brown budget economy car bodies pressed against sticky midsummer bodies and still kissing they turn on their engine atid slowly drive away -ae he Syitits wn, 0y-Bay. Sep, eH SS cj jove on tho First of May, Ix engaged the eer trite Tieitog Wil beTRANSLATION Enid Dame he tells me he can't translate my poems into his particular language, because of the cities he says too many cities too many subways and fire escapes in his language, people live more graciously too much would be lost in the translation he says, Give me something simple, like a love poem I say, I thought these poems were simple furthermore I thought they were love poems all writing is translation, I tell him he doesn't believe meHIGGINS AGAIN Donald Lev Higgins again why? Pat Higgins was an old man, use to be an elevator operator at the Forest Hills Inn and used to sit in Marshall's Bar night after night til closing time drinking beer and stout and talking to himself he fell off his stool a couple of times before he died Why night after night do I attempt this Poem?LITTLE THINGS (for Nat Scammacca) Stanley H. Barkan In the early morning dreams breezing across my son's unfurrowing brow. The shades translucing the first rays of sun scattering the night's last shadows. My daughter's feet obtruding from her ruffled covers, curled fetal position, nuzzling her doll, visioning tooth fairies. Puzzles half finished, chess pieces fallen down around the red & black squares. Disordered clothes hung over the doll chairs overturned by books opened to moon and stars Twinkling out of their golden lives. All the little things.