No Land
No Land: is an artist, poet, and photographer. She fled school to convene with the outrider poets, jazz musicians, hackers, and magicians of the lower east side artist community. Her photojournalistic work has been published by Levy Gorvy Gallery, The Brooklyn Rail, The Village Voice, The Indypendent, Bill Moyer’s Journal, and others. In 2018, she released Authentic Artifice, an art-book of poem and photographs published by Newest York. Her cinema-poem, “Crepuscular,” a collaboration with the poet Anne Waldman, premiered at The Poetry Project in 2018.
Steve Dalachinsky
Steve Dalachinsky: a poet /collagist born in Brooklyn in 1946. His latest cds are “The Fallout of Dreams” with Dave Liebman and Richie Beirach (Roguart 2014) and “ec(H)o-system” with the French art-rock group, the Snobs, (Bambalam, 2015). He has received both the Kafka and Acker Awards and is a 2014 recipient of a Chevalier D’ le Ordre des Artes et Lettres. His most recent books are Where Night and Day Become One — the French Poems, a selection 1983–2017 (Great Weather for Media 2018), and The Chicken Whisper, (Positive Magnets Press 2018).
Josefina Auslender
Josefina Auslender: was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Educated at the Periugino School and the Escuela Nacional de Belles Artes Prilidiano Puryrredon, she earned the degree of Professor of Visual Arts. From the late sixties through the mid-eighties Auslender exhibited widely and received awards at the Salon Nacional de Ceramica, the Salon Manuel Belgrano de Dibujo (drawing) at the Museo Sivori, the Bienal Santa Maria del Buen Aire at the Museo de Arte Moderno, and Premio Bull V Bienal de Maldonado in Uruguay. Moving to Maine in 1988, she continues to work and shows periodically.
At the Foot of the Valley
by Jonathan Skinner
of the garden not accessible from the sea
cleft of tree ferns and shaving brush palms
sheltered from the winds of Fig Bay we fall
into dreams the continents are shifting
as bare attention reveals a manifold
sadness of the whiteness of the north
tagged old mediterranean villas
cacti accordion folding themselves
neighborhoods bleak beyond ocean
movements mysterious in disguises
a garden for one two or three it was
a paradise this too passes as plants
seek out their walled refuge are not
planted sheltered from drought and war
from the hell of a raft on open seas
paradise in the past not future tense
for every eden ruins an elsewhere
even gardens leave footprints as plants
crawl onto land go upright hitch rides
take flight with wings open parachutes
in arborescent euphorbia flowering
sphere of stars garden warbler squeaks
below Chilean altitudes the sun
sets past bromeliads serrated layers
opening vistas to seas spring is autumn
summer the winter of fire gardens
at dalliance in rills amidst fragrances
of dry Provence sonorous dells patterns
decorating tongues and lips of common
stay-at-home dreams I nightmare
off her body as one slides off a chair
extinguishing alien life-forms
the impossibly far amour de loin
lie of the desire that knows itself
passing straight from love to speech
to learned desire chirping beacon sweet
stitch in time no cunning goes the way
of golden-tongued eyes lips smoky gaze
pervasive as the scent of frisia a quiet
zone of excess envelops the soul
— Domaine du Rayol, 2 April 2018
