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Sep.
2004
Mark
Flanigan
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Cincinnati
native Mark Flanigan has been writing and performing for
over 14 years....Works from his collections Wrong-Way Poems
For One-Way Streets, Not Necessarily God Stories and Next
to Nothing have appeared in a variety of independent publications.
He has also co-written a screenplay (“Midway,” with Brian
Keizer), edited a literary publication (omnibscure) and worked to develop,
produce and curate various gallery shows and performance readings --
notably, VOLK/c.s.p.i. and Intermedia Series readings at the Contemporary
Arts Center and the Weston Art gallery.
Flanigan’s monthly column, “Exiled on Main Street,” appeared
for over three years, first in x-ray, and upon his resignation there,
at semantikon.com.
Performances of his can be found on “the Volk/c.s.p.i. spoken
word series CD (2001),” which he co-produced, and on the CD “One
Night Only (2002),” both of which can be purchased at semantikon.com’s
artist exchange.
Through the fall, Mark will be touring the Midwest on a supporting
book tour for the publication of his works in the annual review in
the stomach. Flanigan and musician Steven Proctor are also at work
recording their first album together why, available in winter 2005.
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| Mark
Flanigan, Cincinnati, Ohio, poet, performer, editor, poetry,
minute poems, performance artist, audio clip, steve proctor |
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| The
Art of Letting Go |
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is only
a necessary Art
after one no longer fears
being let go of
first.
it
is a strength
that cannot be manufactured
it
is a strength
no one, not even I,
can teach....
yet you must learn.
it
is forged through
desperation
still,
it is a strength
one
stronger than yours
and
in the end
it will be met
by someone,
or no one,
makes no difference which,
this strength will
not budge,
knows not of compromise....
it
is not a match
awaiting friction
it
is not fire
inspired
to light
it
is something else
something
you know
knew
are reminded of
even
now
it
is something
to be forsaken
for as long
as you can afford to
while
time, my friend,
is nobody’s friend
and
faith
can only be returned
from whence
it was first sent.
go
now.
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