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http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=241103924888Yuyutsu Sharma New Book Party at Bowery
Showing of Illustrations by Henry Avignon created for the book
Type: Music/Arts - Performance
Network: Global
Date: Saturday, January 23, 2010
Time: 6:00pm - 8:00pm
Location: The Bowery Poetry Club, New York
Street: 308 Bowery, New York, NY 10012 Phone 212.614.0505 foot of First Street, between Houston & Bleecker across the street from CBGBs F train to Second Ave, or 6 train to Bleecker
City/Town: New York, NY
Showing of Illustrations by Henry Avignon created for the book
Type: Music/Arts - Performance
Network: Global
Date: Saturday, January 23, 2010
Time: 6:00pm - 8:00pm
Location: The Bowery Poetry Club, New York
Street: 308 Bowery, New York, NY 10012 Phone 212.614.0505 foot of First Street, between Houston & Bleecker across the street from CBGBs F train to Second Ave, or 6 train to Bleecker
City/Town: New York, NY
Description SATURDAY, JANUARY 23 (2010)
Yuyutsu Sharma Book Party!
6:00 PM
Space cake, Amsterdam
& other poems from Europe and America
Published by Howling Dog Press, Colorado
Yuyutsu Sharma Book Party!
6:00 PM
Space cake, Amsterdam
& other poems from Europe and America
Published by Howling Dog Press, Colorado
Yuyutsu and other fellow poets will read poems from the book with Himalayan music and drawing on the poems from the book.
Illustrations by Henry Avignon and other artists will be present. Those hinged to the dynamic poetics of Yuyutsu RD Sharma will be digitally displayed on stage.
A Representative for Henry Avignon Art will be at the event.
EMPLOYING A SURREALISTIC BLEND of Asian mystic and worldly Beat adventurer -worthy of a Ginsberg, a Corso, or a Tom Wolfe- Yuyutsu RD Sharma invades the lowlands of Amsterdam with its concentric circles of SpaceCake consciousness, then sojourns through Europe and back to the United States, romping like a Hindu gargoyle spreading poetry and passion wherever he alights. Sharma's poems celebrate mind-altering perspectives on politics, social foibles, riotous living, and the hopeless giddiness
of depraved and damaged humanity in the urban sprawl of tanking economies. In Sharma's stanzas, the melancholic shadow of a shaman living life towards its ubiquitous overflow passionately unfolds. In lines concealed by humorous overtones, the dark truth
of decaying squalor is suspended like the husk of a fly in the spiraling web of conflict created by the Lost spinning smoke rings around tales of their past glories. Like Diogenes peering through a glass darkly, he seeks out garrulous men and beckoning women straight from the plays of Synge- their souls dead, their teeth chattering, plated in fools gold. Sharma writes,
"Later in the bar as I stretched / folds of her skin back on her luscious face // years receded into / the faint drawers of my age, // time stepped down / the ladder of my lifespan, // a monkey-thief / in my youth's backyard...
Her tongue curled like a dry leaf in my ear / and crackled, 'How much did you take, / just a piece? I took thirty-eight grams once... / You can pat my back, / tickle my belly or stroke my breasts / for awhile, if it comforts you... // it can be heavenly, / licking the rim of the forbidden frontiers of human life."
The surreal tension of a man from the highest point on earth reveling through the eros and addictions of those from one of the lowest produces poetry that captivates and compels the reader to transcend the moment of spiritual impact like a lotus exploding from a lion's heart.
