Poets In Port, August 22, 2008
Poets in Port will feature Tony Policano at 7:30 pm on Friday, August 22, 2008 at Caffé Portofino, 249 Main St., Northport, opposite the theatre. There will also be an Open Reading — the audience is encouraged to bring their poems and participate. For more information, contact Steven Schmidt.
Tony participates in the Long Island Poetry Collective peer workshop. He lives in Oyster Bay.
Tony Policano can be seen reading "Finishing a Poem" at Poetry VLog.
"Some reasons I write poetry; to free the dove in the hat of springtime, to slow the global warming of my soul, to play in the mud any time i need, for the (lol) money, so i can drink like a barfly at the mouth of the Colorado river, to walk the talk while sitting down, to deconstruct the theory of negativity, to get away with something no one could care less about, to begin to hear myself again loud and clear, to start caring less about the things that matter less, to wash my conscience in night dreams, to meet friends who also believe in the sacredness of everything, because i know that FOX News is neither balanced nor fair, because i tried not writing for a long time and i felt like my self-portrait was being erased, and because Jack Kerouac was and will always be king of the beats"
(el destierro es redondo - Pablo Neruda)
Tony Policano, March 2007.
Tony participates in the Long Island Poetry Collective peer workshop. He lives in Oyster Bay.
Tony Policano can be seen reading "Finishing a Poem" at Poetry VLog.
"Some reasons I write poetry; to free the dove in the hat of springtime, to slow the global warming of my soul, to play in the mud any time i need, for the (lol) money, so i can drink like a barfly at the mouth of the Colorado river, to walk the talk while sitting down, to deconstruct the theory of negativity, to get away with something no one could care less about, to begin to hear myself again loud and clear, to start caring less about the things that matter less, to wash my conscience in night dreams, to meet friends who also believe in the sacredness of everything, because i know that FOX News is neither balanced nor fair, because i tried not writing for a long time and i felt like my self-portrait was being erased, and because Jack Kerouac was and will always be king of the beats"
Exile
(el destierro es redondo - Pablo Neruda)
whenever i open that door these days
feel for the light switch in the dark
like a tarantula on the wall
my fingers know darkness
my lungs inhale like a forbidden attic
breathing through a broken window
summer humidity, dusty air
for now i am done
looking for what i could never find
walk the stairs back down again
exile creaking
one step holds the full half weight
of who i wanted to become
the other could splinter instantly
into my blinking eye
exile creaking
one step follows another
mocking secrets of the kingdom
that i thought would be mine
shut the light - push the door closed
i don’t want to take inventory anymore
i don’t want to see all the things that remain
when i am not here to breath through them.
Tony Policano, March 2007.
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