EVENTS AND PROJECTS

The Flow Chart Foundation partners with other organizations as well as directly producing programming toward fulfilling its mission. Events are announced through our Mailing List and on our News Page. Details of past events can be found below.


A CELEBRATION OF RAYMOND ROUSSEL: THE ALLEY OF FIREFLIES AND OTHER STORIES

Our second public event took place on Thursday, April 25th at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery, a celebration of Raymond Roussel: The Alley of Fireflies and Other Stories, translated by Mark Ford and published by The Song Cave, featuring a discussion and readings by Mark Polizzotti and Trevor Winkfield, with a cameo reading by Charles North, moderated by Jeffrey Lependorf. Mark Ford, who could not attend the event in person, provided this introduction, which was read by Trevor Winkfield.

(from l to r) Trevor Winkfield and Mark Polizzotti, with jeffrey lependorf, at the Tibor de nagy Gallery (photo credit: star black)

(from l to r) Trevor Winkfield and Mark Polizzotti, with jeffrey lependorf, at the Tibor de nagy Gallery (photo credit: star black)


FLOW CHART CABARET CINEMA: A NIGHT OF NEO-BENSHI

The Flow Chart Foundation initiated it’s public programs by partnering with Hudson Hall to present its first public event—Flow Chart Cabaret Cinema: A Night of Neo-Benshi—offered as a love letter to John Ashbery and featuring an Ashberian evening of poets theater that commingled poetry, theatre and film. It took place on Friday, April 5th, 2019 AT Hudson Hall in Hudson, NY. The evening featured neo-benshi performances by Anselm Berrigan, Shanekia McIntosh, Joan Retallack, and Jeffrey Lependorf, as well as a special tribute to Carolee Schneemann, who had been scheduled to perform but passed away just a few weeks prior to the event. Following the stills below, can be found a video of the event.

Read the press release here.

poet Shanekia mcintosh in a neo-benshi performane of “2001: A Space odyssey”

poet Shanekia mcintosh in a neo-benshi performane of “2001: A Space odyssey”

Anselm Berrigan in a neo-benshi performance of “Starship Troopers”

Anselm Berrigan in a neo-benshi performance of “Starship Troopers”

Joan Retallack in a neo-benshi performance of “The LOBSTER”

Joan Retallack in a neo-benshi performance of “The LOBSTER”

The Audience at Hudson Hall

The Audience at Hudson Hall


 

The Foggiest

I would say this landscape

Too is a document. But

What is landscape? A procession

Across the soul that thinks

It’s entering something?

Then the cold, dank withdrawal.

It’s something that can never be read again

Or even once. What its rolled-up

Soul conceals is very important.

Meanwhile you know

You have to go on not

Understanding, not even trying to listen.

That way, something gets pile up,

Can feed all memories and there’s still

As much as there was before—can wax

Enthusiastic in the shadows

Of some rooms—maybe they aren’t

All that shadowed though. In short,

It keeps addressing itself

To a particular problem as old

As the hills. It has no

Stake in the outcome, in anything,

And the problem isn’t yours,

Though you’ll be affected by it.

Sometimes it’s nice just to lie

Around talking, the demands of sex

And other things pushed

Aside. My heart is so crazy

I like it all—landscape

As it might be represented by a table

Or a chair. It beats living. Suddenly

We know it died at Inspiration Point;

The whole cost, the ladders

Of history to a well in your eyes. It’s true we

Maybe won’t pass this way again, but the

Light is all bottled inside you.

from Ashbery: Collected Poems 1956-1987 (© 1956-1987 Estate of John Ashbery. All rights reserved. Used by arrangement with Georges Borchardt, Inc.)

 

The New Spirit (excerpt)

I thought that if I could put it all down, that would be one way. And next the thought came to me that to leave all out, would be another, and truer, way.

clean-washed sea

The flowers were.

These are examples of leaving out. But, forget as we will, something soon comes to stand in their place. Not the truth, perhaps, but—yourself. It is you who made this, therefore you are true. But the truth has passed on

 to divide all.

Have I awakened? Or is this sleep again? Another form of sleep? There is no profile in the massed days ahead. They are impersonal as mountains whose tops are hidden in cloud. The middle of the journey, before the sands are reversed: a place of ideal quiet.

You are my calm world. This is my happiness. To stand, to go forward into it. The cost is enormous. Too much for one life.

from Three Poems (© 1972 Estate of John Ashbery. All rights reserved. Used by arrangement with Georges Borchardt, Inc.)