Saturday, April 18, 2015

Text of "Apple Bhagan of Mahadevi-Akka," from The Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion



Honored to have my poem, " Apple Bhagan of Mahadevi-Akka," in the Spring issue of  the Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion.  Mahadevi-Akka was a 12th century Dravidian poet.
 
APPLE BHAGAN1  OF MAHADEVI-AKKA
When death comes, it will be diamond white.
The dark months before, a falling, burying brown.
All is, after all, a trap of activity,
before
the bursting scent, naked, of apples gone ground.


When death comes, it will be a sister’s hand,
as callused as ground, the slapping of time.
It is, after all, the root of activity,
so like
the dusted brown bottles of sour apple wine.


When death comes, it will be clear and bright.
All actions, after all, from ignorance arise,
The cycle of rebirth will dance with Lord Siva
becoming
as babies like apples, born breathing, born red.

.
 1.      A bhaghan (also bhajan) is a devotion or prayer.

Friday, April 17, 2015

New Staging of Victory over the Sun, Iconic Avant-garde Theater, at BU 4/23



For immediate release
Media Contact:
Anna Winestein
annawine@bu.edu, 617.599.3190
                          
New Staging of Victory over the Sun, Iconic Avant-garde Theater, at BU 4/23

Victory over the Sun, the First Futurist Opera by Aleksei Kruchenykh
Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 7:30 PM
Boston University Photonics Center
8 St. Mary’s Street, Room 206   
(MBTA Green Line “B” to BU Central or “C” to St. Mary’s St.)
Free and open to the public | Reception & book-signing to follow

Boston University’s Revolutionary Voices series will present the mythically iconoclastic Futurist opera Victory over the Sun on Thursday, April 23 in a new experimental staging directed by Anna Winestein.  Concocted in 1913 by the trans-rational poet Aleksey Kruchenykh, the messiah of painterly abstraction Kazimir Malevich, and the avant-garde composer-painter Mikhail Matiushin, Victory, called an opera, was in fact an anti-operatic, anti-theatrical, anti-literary piece of performance art intended to overthrow all conventional art forms.
 
Larissa Shmailo’s original translation, which was commissioned by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art in 1980, has undergone a digitized technological update in the Boston University production while retaining the Marx Brothers-like feel of the manic original. The BU performance will feature a digital score written and mastered by Finnish composer Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, voice performance by Shmailo, visual design by Anna Winestein, interactive digital projections created by Ajjen Joshi, and volunteer actors from the BU community.
 
The performance of this early achievement of Russian Futurism that spanned many art forms, including poetry, art, music and theater, will be followed by comments by historian Harlow Robinson, and a panel discussion among Robinson, Winestein, Joshi, and Shmailo, moderated by Revolutionary Voices co-director Yuri Corrigan. The evening will conclude with a book signing by Shmailo, whose translation is now available from Cervena Barva Press, and a reception.

Revolutionary Voices is sponsored by the Boston University Center for Humanities, the Jewish Cultural Endowment, the Provost Arts Initiative, the Center for the Study of Europe, the Department of Modern Languages and Comparative Literature, and the Department of English. Victory Over the Sun is presented in collaboration with the Ballets Russes Arts Initiative and Cervena Barva Press.
 
Useful links
:
http://www.bu.edu/european/2015/03/12/victory-over-the-sun/
http://www.ballets-russes.com/Victory.html
http://www.thelostbookshelf.com/cervenabooks.html

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Interview on PennSound

I'm delighted my interview by Leonard Schwartz on PennSound's Cross-Cultural Poetics show is now up! We discuss my collection, #specialcharacters, Aleksei Kruchenych, and why Russians read poetry and Americans don't.

http://www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/XCP.php#316

Friday, March 20, 2015

AWP Panels - please join me in Minneapolis!


I am pleased to be on two exciting panels at the AWP Conference at the Minneapolis Convention Center. Please be sure to join us!


Daughters of Baba Yaga: The Eastern European Woman Poet in the United States

Number: R270

Moderator: Larissa Shmailo

With Katia Kapovich, Irina Mashinski, Gloria Mindock, Annie Pluto

Date/Time: Thursday, April 9, 4:30 to 5:45 pm

Room 205 C&D Level 2




From Pushkin to Pussy Riot: Poetics and Politics of Translating Russian Poetry

Number: S212

Moderator: Phil Metres

With Larissa Shmailo, Alex Cigale, Matvei Yankelevich

Date/Time: Saturday,  April 11, 1:30 to 2:45pm

Room 205 C&D, Level 2


Monday, March 09, 2015

Interview for WordMothers

Meet Larissa Shmailo
By WordMothers ¶ Posted in Fiction, Interviews with Editors, Interviews with Writers, Performance, Poetry, Poetry ¶ Tagged american literature, fiction, libretto, novel, poems, poet, poet interview, poetry, russian literature, screenplay, screenwriting, translation, translator ¶ Leave a comment

Interview by Nicole Melanson ~

Interview with writer Larissa Shmailo by Nicole Melanson - photo by Joel Simpson

Larissa Shmailo is editor-in-chief of the anthology Twenty-first Century Russian Poetry (Big Bridge Press), poetry editor for MadHat Annual, and founder of The Feminist Poets in Low-Cut Blouses. She translated Victory over the Sun for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s celebrated reconstruction of the first Futurist opera; the libretto is now available from Červená Barva Press. Larissa has also been a translator on the Russian Bible for the Eugene A. Nida Institute for Biblical Scholarship of the American Bible Society.

Larissa’s poetry collections are #specialcharacters (Unlikely Books), In Paran (BlazeVOX [books]), A Cure for Suicide (Červená Barva Press), and Fib Sequence (Argotist Ebooks). Her poetry CDs are The No-Net World and Exorcism (SongCrew); tracks are available from Spotify, iTunes, Muze, and Amazon. Larissa won the New Century Awards for jazz, rock, electronica and best album for Exorcism. Her novel, Patient Women, is forthcoming from BlazeVOX [books].

Larissa Shmailo’s website www.larissashmailo.com

Facebook: /LarissaShmailoPoetryandProse

Twitter: @larissashmailo



WHEN DID YOU START WRITING?

As a writer, capital W, at age 36. I was welcomed immediately into the New York City open mike circuit as a poet and a performer, and began getting wonderful features right away. Editors asked me for my work, which was thrilling.

WHAT IS YOUR LATEST BOOK OR CURRENT PROJECT?

My translation of the first Futurist opera, Victory over the Sun by Aleksei Kruchenych, which I did for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and which has been performed and studied all over the world, is in print: Larissa Shmailo’s translation of Victory over the Sun.
Says Gerald Janacek of my translation:
< Victory over the Sun, one of the most important events in Russian Futurism and in the avant-garde in general, is not well recognized in the West. Now in a new edition of Larissa Shmailo’s brilliant translation of the text, with a lively introduction by Eugene Ostashevsky, readers can appreciate the significance and innovativeness of the 1913 play. Using Shmailo’s translation and Malevich’s pathbreaking stage designs, the play was reconstructed and staged in 1980 to great acclaim and remains a signal accomplishment in the history of the avant-garde.
—Gerald Janecek, Author of Zaum: The Transrational Poetry of Russian Futurism (UCSD, 1996) and Sight and Sound Entwined (Berghahn Books, 2000)

We are restaging the opera with music and choreography at Boston University April 23.
Writer Larissa Shmailo Translated Libretto - Victory over the Sun
Translated libretto of Victory over the Sun


WHAT IS YOUR WORK ENVIRONMENT LIKE?

It is my dining room table and is surrounded by bookshelves. It is usually untidy.

WHEN DO YOU WORK? WHAT DOES A TYPICAL DAY LOOK LIKE?

I have my own business, Scribes Media, for writing, editorial, and translation services, and there is no typical day – I eat what I catch. I tend to work on my own literary projects in the A.M. and late afternoon/evenings.

WHAT IS YOUR WRITING PROCESS?

I sit down at the computer and start to type. Occasionally, I bring ideas there that I get lying on the couch, but my substantive writing is done by engaging the blank page. I usually complete poems in one sitting and have a bad habit of polishing the beginning of unfinished novels and screenplays instead of forging on. I procrastinate mightily on reviews.

WHO OR WHAT INSPIRES YOU?

I am inspired by my brilliant mentor, Annie Finch. A brilliant, creative, loving individual who has taught me volumes about poetry.

I mine my own story for dark poems and prose, I listen for strange juxtapositions, things that ordinarily wouldn’t mix. I also gratefully accept prompts and commissions.

WHAT IS THE HARDEST PART OF WHAT YOU DO?

Managing my time, which I waste in buckets, but it relaxes me so to be a little time drunk. I need a lot of silence, time without television or books or word processors, but I also have a passionate need to write my screenplay, so I am conflicted.

WHAT IS YOUR ARTISTIC VISION?

I am grateful that my debut novel, Patient Women, is being published by BlazeVOX [books] and would like to write a historical novel entitled Dora, based on my parents’ experience interned in the Dora Northausen concentration camp. I also am writing a screenplay which I’d like to see made into a film. I’d like to see more communities for women like WordMothers, especially writing groups where work is shared with female peers.

WHO ARE YOUR FAVORITE FEMALE AUTHORS?

Annie Finch, Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Emily Dickenson, Anne Elliott

WHICH FEMALE AUTHORS WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE INTERVIEWED ON WORDMOTHERS NEXT?

Annie Finch, Anne Elliott, and Joani Reese

Thank you, Larissa Shmailo!

— Nicole Melanson

* Author photo by Joel Simpson

Saturday, March 07, 2015

Victory over the Sun, Russian Futurism and Silver Age Poetry Wed 3/11!

Intercultural Poetry hosted by Andrey Gritsman presents an evening with
1. David Lehman, Translations of Vladimir Mayakovsky and new original poems
2. Ilya Bernstein, New book of translations of Osip Mandelstam
3. Readings of poems inspired by Victory over the Sun by Alexander Cigale, Elizabeth L. Hodges, Andrey Gritsman, Irina Mashinski, Misha Semenov
4. A staged reading of Action 1, Scene 1 from Larissa Shmailo's translation of Victory over the Sun (Cervena Barva Press) with Bob Holman, Alexander Cigale, Larissa Shmailo, and Misha Semenov with original music composed by Finnish composer Jukka-Pekka Kervinen based on Mikhail Matiushin's partially lost score for the original 1913 production.
Cornelia Street Cafe
29 Cornelia, NYC
Wed 3/11 6:00 pm

Friday, February 13, 2015

Victory over the Sun, Futurism, and Russian Silver Age Poetry in Translation 3/11

For immediate release
Press contacts:
Larissa Shmailo
Larissa_Shmailo@yahoo.com
212-712-9865
Andrey Gritsman
agritsman@msn.com

Victory over the Sun, Futurism, and Russian Silver Age Poetry in Translation
Intercultural Poetry hosted by Andrey Gritsman
Cornelia Street Café
29 Cornelia Street
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
6:00 pm – 7:45 pm
(212) 989-9319

New York City. Iconoclastic Russian theater and poetry of the Russian Silver age will be celebrated at the Cornelia Street Café March 11 with a star-studded program of new translations and original poetry. The event is part of the distinguished Intercultural Poetry series hosted by Andrey Gritsman, which introduces enthusiastic New York audiences to poetry from Russia, Eastern Europe, and many other cultures in stirring and fresh translation.
Noted poet David Lehman (Best American Poetry, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/david-lehman) opens the bill with translations of Futurist poet Vladimir Mayakovsky and new original verse. Poet and translator Ilya Bernstein will then read from his new book of translations of the master Silver Age poet Osip Mandelstam (http://www.mgraphics-publishing.com/catalog/194022018/194022018.html)
The final event of the evening is a staged reading of part of Larissa Shmailo’s (www.larissashmailo.com) translation of the libretto of Victory over the Sun by Aleksei Kruchenych. Now in print from Červená Barva Press, www.thelostbookshelf.com/cervenabooks.html#Victory%20over%20the%20Sun) Shmailo’s translation was used for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s famous reconstruction of the opera in 1980. The libretto has been performed at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, the Smithsonian, and recently at the Garage Museum of Moscow for its retrospective of Russian performative art.
True to the “masculinity” of the original production, the Victory reading will have an all-male cast headed by renowned oral poet Bob Holman (Language Matters PBS series), series host Gritsman, National Endowment of the Art translation award winner Alex Cigale, and Compass Russian poetry translation winner Misha Semenov. The staged reading will be preceded by original poetry celebrating Russian Futurism by Gritsman, Cigale, Semenov, poet and translator and founder of the Compass Award Irina Mashinski http://www.stosvet.net/compass/ArsenyTarkovsky/Tarkovsky.html and Elizabeth Hodges, editor of the St. Petersburg Review (www.stpetersburgreview.com). Original music by Finnish composer Jukka-Pekka Kervinen (http://jukkapekkakervinen.blogspot.com based on Mikhail Matiushin's partially lost score for the original 1913 production will accompany the staged reading and poetry readings.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Translations up at National Translation Month website

An excerpt from my translation of Aleksei Kruchenych's Victory over the Sun and Arseny Tarkovsky's "June 25, 1939" are up at the National Translation month website today!



http://nationaltranslationmonth.com/new-translations-from-the-russian-by-larissa-shmailo-2/

Monday, February 02, 2015

Call for work: Poetry, MadHat Annual

As poetry editor of MadHat Annual (formerly Mad Hatters' Review), I am pleased to invite your poetry submissions for our next issue. Please see the Submittable guidelines below. I look forward to reading you!

https://madhatter.submittable.com/submit/997

Sunday, February 01, 2015

For National Translation Month (NTM), a newly revised Pushkin

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin (June 6, 1799 – February 10, 1837)

I loved you once, and this love still, it may be,
Is not extinguished fully in my soul;
But let’s no longer have this love dismay you:
To trouble you is not my wish at all.
I loved you once quite wordlessly, without hope,
Tortured shyness, jealous rage I bore.
I loved you once so gently and sincerely:
God grant another love you thus once more

Tr. L. Shmailo

Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

Monday, January 26, 2015

TOD (Time of Death) (after “The Raven”)

All ways blocked, and future gloomy; suicide seems bright and roomy;
Now’s my chance for rebirth, I will leave this dismal life role.
I’ll return as Queen of Sheba, or a vampire, or a reaver,
or a saint who cures the nouveau riche, a wonderous, wealthy soul.
Yes, you see, I’ve found my niche, to preach and prosper, marvelous goal!
(Pills I took just took their toll.)

Now I feel my limbs start numbing; still my brain is bright and humming:
Opiates are worth exploration, Percoset’s a true vacation.
Who’s afraid of drug addiction? Warning labels purport fiction.
Strange, my blood’s slow circulation --- what’s up with my respiration?
Is this my Death’s anticipation? Death now or imagination?
Death’s approach now, or elation?

As my last act I will vomit, weakened, I will choke upon it.
As it turns out, life is real; and death the realest part; I depart.
While I thought of death as drama, it became this final trauma:
Painful ebbing consciousness, in shit and urine, and this last fart.
Life continues always, right? Now stop this, God, I need a new start . . .
(Cause of death, attack by heart.)

Thursday, January 22, 2015

My translation of Victory over the Sun is featured in Russia Beyond the Headlines!

My translation of the first Futurist opera, Victory over the Sun by Aleksei Kruchenych, is prominently featured in Phoebe Taplin's great article on the enduring appeal of the Russian avant-garde in Russia Beyond the Headlines. Thanks to my publisher, Gloria Mindock of Červená Barva Press, Eugene Ostashevsky for his brilliant introduction, and Alexander Cigale for the design and other help with this publication!

http://rbth.com/literature/2015/01/21/the_enduring_appeal_of_russias_avant-garde_43039.html

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

"Philip Nikolayev’s Embedded Sonnets: The Combinatorics of Context" published in Vol. 1 Issue 4 of Ihe Battersea Review, Winter 2015

My critical article on Philip Nikolayev's immured sonnets, which are vispo, formal verse, and experimental poetry combined, appears in the current edition of The Battersea Review

http://thebatterseareview.com/critical-prose/213-philip-nikolayev-s-embedded-sonnets-the-combinatorics-of-context

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Compass Translation Award Ceremony

I'm please to be reading at the Compass Award-2014 Ceremony, which will take place at Poets House in New York, on Saturday, January 17 at 4:00 pm.

The presentation of Compass awards for Arseniy Tarkovsky translations will happen in conjunction with the launch of Volume 4 of Cardinal Points literary journal (presented by StoSvet Project, together with MadHat Press http://madhat-press.com/ and Russian-American Cultural Center http://www.russianamericanculture.com/ ).

This year's Compass Award Ceremony is dedicated to the memory of George Kline and Nina Cassian, both esteemed Cardinal Points friends and authors.

The poet for the 2015 contest will be announced at the Award Ceremony.

With questions concerning the event, please contact Alexander Veytsman, the Director of the Compass Award at compass@stosvet.net

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Happy Russian Christmas!

Happy Russian Christmas, friends! С Рождеством, друзья! Best of everything in 2015!

Monday, January 05, 2015

WORKSHOP: ANAPEST, DACTYL, IAMB, TROCHEE

Anapest, dactyl, iamb, trochee: Don't know what these metric feet are? Don't worry; by the end of this workshop, you will! We will read, write, and recite metric poetry and learn to scan poems using Shakespeare, Dickinson, Poe, Annie Finch, Timothy Steele, and others.

Comfortable space on West 72nd near 1,2,3 trains and M5, M72, and M104 buses. March 7, 14, 21, and 28 4-6 pm; $195. Enrollment limited. Preregistration required. Call 212-712-9865.

Workshop leader Larissa Shmailo is poetry editor of MadHat Annual, editor-in-chief of Twenty-first Century Russian Poetry, and translator of the Russian Futurist opera Victory over the Sun. Her work has been published in over 100 noted journals and will appear in the new Random House anthology of metrical verse, Measure for Measure.

Sunday, January 04, 2015

Poem in Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion!

Delighted to learn today that the Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion has accepted my poem, "Apple Bhagan of Mahadevi-Akka," for publication in their Spring 2015 issue! Mahadevi-Akka was a prominent 12th century Dravidian poet who wrote in Kannada, often to Lord Siva. A bhaghan (also bhajan) is a devotion or prayer. I will post the text of the poem, as always, after it has appeared in the Journal.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Cover of my novel, Patient Women!

I'm excited to share the cover of my novel, Patient Women, coming from Blazevox in April 2015. The cover image is Giampietrino's The Repentant Mary Magdalene and cover design is by Geoffrey Gatza.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Over

On the perfect roof, near a perfect ledge,
A small terra firma with a narrow edge,
No temporizing with last-minute balance,
No handhold, no foothold, no anchor, no ballast.
And once committed, once into the air,
No hovering, no kiting, no waiting there.
The polygonal street and the shining dark cars
Attacked at meters per second squared.
Once over, soon over: a thing done just once:
Like fireworks and New Years’ bells, fast and intense,
Quite finite, soon finished, thought long, slow begun,
And forgotten by others like the old year now done.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Star by Joseph Brodsky translated by Larissa Shmailo

In a cold time, in a place accustomed more
To scorching heat, than cold, to the flatness of plain,
than to hills: A child was born in a cave to save the world.
And it stormed, as only the winter’s desert storms rain.

Everything seemed huge to him: his mother’s breast,
the yellow steam of the camels’ breath. And from afar,
Their gifts carried here, the Magi, Balthazar, Melchior, Caspar.
He was all of him just a dot. And that dot was a star.

Attentively and fixedly, through the sparse clouds
Upon the recumbent child in the manger, through the night’s haze
From the depths of the universe, from its end and bound,
A star watched over the cave. And that was the Father’s gaze.

Monday, December 22, 2014

THE GYM (after "The Raven")

Once upon a Monday morning, while I sat, sedentary, scorning
Every form of exercise now known to womankind,
Suddenly I felt a calling, urgent, there could be no stalling
Of the fierce injunction that electrified my mind;
What strange new thought, bizarre, now entered in my mind:
“Go workout, girl --- pump and grind!”

Wait, I thought, this is function of an over-spicy luncheon
Eaten yesterday in haste, with sugar too refined;
Or my exes’s telepathic, typically, quite psychopathic,
Notions of the female form, the anorexic kind
(Never was that gentleman forgiving or too kind).
Once again, though: “Pump and grind!”

“Look,” I argued, “fads for fitness, come and go, as you may witness
And the body’s basically a receptacle for the mind;
Aging robs us of our vigor, so all this athletic rigor
Comes to naught in death which is to musculature blind;
Vanitas, o vanitas; best sit here and unwind.”
Said the gym’s voice: “Pump and grind.”

“This idea is overhasty; here,” I cried, “I have some tasty
Brioche and napoleons and Brie cheese and red wine;
This will kill this ludicrous impulse, and this nonsense thoroughly repulse,
No more thought of sweat and aches, I’ll eat, drink, and be fine;
I’ll just pour myself a drink, and sit here and unwind.”
Said my muscles, “Pump and grind.”

Now I lift a dozen barbells like a child with brand new marbles;
Watching all the fitness shows, new ab routines I find;
Every day I lunge, crunch, and squat, look with horror at my thigh fat
Just like every lost physique caught up in workout grind.
Sweat and sneakers and a trainer, I am humankind;
Actually, I look quite cute, now that I pump and grind.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Poems in The Enchanting Verses Literary Review

Delighted that my poems "In Paran" and "Love's Comely Behind" have been accepted by the Enchanting Verses Literary Review. Thanks to guest editor Marc Vincenz for this splendid pub!

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Victory in Harvard University Library!


Am delighted that Harvard University is ordering a copy of my translation of the first Futurist opera, Victory over the Sun by Aleksei Kruchenych, for its library! Now available from Cervena Barva Press: order a copy for your library today!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Please join me for a reading and talk in Brooklyn

Friends, please join Anna Halberstadt and me at the Ryder Library tomorrow for a poetry reading and talk. This series is curated by Liana Alaverdova.

Thursday, December 11
Larissa Shmailo and Anna Halberstadt
Ryder Library
5902 23rd Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11204
718.331.2962
6:00 pm
Free

Saturday, December 06, 2014

Text of PHYLUM

This poem appears in the current issue of The Common.

PHYLUM (1)

Came a homeless man, without a foot,
dressed up in a new canvas sack,
tied up with a belt in the usual style,
and an Alfalfa tower of hair (all in soot)
with lint in the vertical layers.

He was walking down Fifth
and he put down his bags
by the church of St. Thomas Divine,
and he stopped and he stood
and he stooped from the stairs,
and recited the following prayer:

I’m a mollusk, he said, no, not always purblind,
with a very small heart and a brain,
with a siphon to breathe and some jelly to float
and a useful, for swimming fast, foot.
I used to have teeth but do not any more.
There are 10 to the 5 types of me, (2)
and our shells and our cores are about the same shape,
though our shells are what you’d want to see.(3)
I lay millions of eggs; they swim freely, unseen,
and then sink all alone in the sea. (4)

1. From Gr. phylon, “race, stock,” related to phyle, “tribe, clan,” and phylein, “bring forth”
2. There are nearly one hundred thousand known types of mollusks, including snails, slugs, clams and other bivalves, squids, and octopi. The colossal squid, at up to 33 feet long, is one of the largest invertebrates.
3. At this point in the story, two investment bankers from the crowd rushed to Cartier to buy the homeless mollusk a diamond hair pick; some bystanders from the Sorbonne rubbed organic avocado lotion on his foot; and a girl in a dress from Henri Bendel arm-wrestled a punky paralegal to see who would take him home.
4. This happened, or will.

Friday, December 05, 2014

Cardiac (Ghazal)

My heart is sick and foul, a chest of anguished cries.
My heart attack explodes, arrest of anguished cries.

Clinicians think I’m Job; they jab and prod my veins.
Pathology calls for a test of anguished cries.

They check my pulse and beats with meters stupidly.
My naked heart unrobes, undressed of anguished cries.

A sphygnomameter can’t sound my misery;
I blame my rose divine, caressed of anguished cries.

Larissa’s rose is sick and is consuming me;
Cardiomyopathy, my fest of anguished cries.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Four poems in New Mirage Journal; text of "Copy Cat" (explicit and graphic)

I have four poems in the current issue of New Mirage Journal; here's the link to all four: http://newmiragejournal.wordpress.com/category/larissa-shmailo/. The text of "Copy Cat" (explicit and graphic, as violence against women is) follows. Still not asking for it.

Copy Cat

you know, the last time I worked like a working girl
Satan he comes to my house
I mean visits he’s one of those boys who
can’t come unless he kills someone
so
he strips
takes his clothing off
takes the uniform
the badge the boots the trooper uniform off
his little Hitler mustache is all he’s got on
and I say sipping scotch — oh my there look at your wee wee
Satan say honey don’t be talking baby talk
what you see here is my prick
and I say not so kindly I’m a little drunk I say:
Satan baby
officer mine
I hate to inform you
hesitate to inform you
wouldn’t dare to inform on you
but Satan
I’ve seen plenty of pricks
miles of cock
rollpoles of penises
and Satan
what you got there
is a wee wee

a hot dog (not)
a mean love muscle (I don’t think so)
a throbbing cock?
well no
not until you get me in your arms and pin me down
beat my face
slam the bottle up my cunt
fuck my ass until it bleeds
then yer a brick house
when you see blood yer pretty hot

and I say
call the police
but yer already there

since I’m going to die
come on baby
let’s have a date
we can talk some more
I know you love to talk and stalk
look watch:
watch me through my window
I know you’re there
little man
I see you
and I don’t care
you don’t exist
you’re just a wannabe in a uniform
I stand naked in the window
mocking you every night
you dream of dismembering me
you want to push my face
my laughing mocking face
so far down into the ground
you can’t see anything
no eyes no laughing mouth
just the back of my pretty head
like a pumpkin
ready to smash you want to
push me down into the ground make me eat gravel make me eat dirt make me eat my laughing mocking words saying no no
not you
everybody else
anybody else
but not you
you want to
shut my big laughing mouth
throw me to the ground dance on my back till it breaks till it bleeds
you want to wipe
the smile and the lipstick off my face
put blood where the red paint is
you
like it like that

my butt is yours just for just one night
as long as you’re holding that shiny knife

oh baby
I call the police and there you are
cop cop copy cat
but you can’t dance and you can’t come and you can’t even move your gun
unless you see the fear and scum
do you kill young boys
cause you can’t get it up
do you kill young girls cause you can’t get enough

georgy porgy pudding and pie
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls
kiss the girls

can’t come unless they run can’t come until they run can’t come until they run
until they twist and shout
how many will you have to kill to
shut my laughing mocking mouth
red with lipstick
wet with
other men’s come
how many will you have to kill
to make me want you
notice you
remember you’re alive?
how much attention do you want how much attention do you need you ain’t never gonna get my undying undying undying attention

that’s the way you like it
me
face
down
no longer even
screaming moving
only the twitching of my dying limbs only that warm soft blood like the animals you killed when you were small mama said they were going to God and you just helped and now you see the inside of me I’m losing blood I’m fast asleep so peaceful now you feel the love I feel for you we’re finally one I’m going soon and we are one how much how much how much love

and now finally I understand and darling
I’ll never laugh at you again mock you point to your tiny itsy bitsy penis
your tiny little boy penis and laugh saying
you
ain’t never gonna be no man
I’m your mama
and baby I know
watch me little boy I’ll undress for you pull you over
let you
come to mama
be with mama
come watch mama
little boy
but yer
too little
too little
so
I go
with the men
you
just watch
and I’ll laugh and my lovers and everyone else
will laugh at you
and how you will love me
till the day I day
especially on the day I die

come on push my face down into the ground you’ll be my dad
and I’ll
finally
be
your mom
and this time
I’ll
really know you’re there.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Text of War, for C.K. Williams, in the current Levure littéraire

WAR

For C.K. Williams

I.
Reading the prose of young media scribes, absorbed, as they are,
with sex and money, and the need for status, even among orgiasts,
I pause. How they claw, struggling for cabs, cars with bars, and the
nod from Cerberus at the door of the club, as if from him,
his acceptance, could come entrée to it all, the whole nine circles of desire.

But Buddha was right, and it makes for lousy verse, the cascade to the fallen
from fulfilled. The rituals are old, and the same rachitic claw
reaches over us all. And so, torn, we tear, primordial as the air.

II.
We live in parts. The rich ones know. Their eyes caress metals,
held tightly to the chest, played closely to the vest, thrown stingily
among the just-good-folks. You won’t find the address of an arms factory anywhere.
We don’t know. An igniter built in Chappaqua, a pull-pin glazed in Maine,
in Idaho a shell. We need arms, military muscle, American dough.
Watch it blow.

Skeleton, skeleton, step on a crack,
live grenade payback, Jack Iraq.
Shrapnel tears run moist and red.
There, there, there, there (he was six)
there, there, there, there (she has no hand)
there, there, there (his spine is torn)
there, there, there (her head is gone).

III
A small time to be alive. A very small time to be alive, short enough
to pretend we’ve done no harm. Thanatos is a blind-man’s bluff,
an ignoramus with a stake, a what-were-we-thinking?, a mistake.

How did we not know there was really no other? How could we, eyes
and legs, mouths and heart, all the same, damn it, same, how could
we see anything else but we? No fires or fall, just beloved all?

Maybe as the last breath—will we know it as last?— as the last breath
goes, we—will we know any we?—we might feel another’s dying breath
that we might know someone else’s as we know our own death.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Four poems in Levure Littéraire: To the Thanatos Within Me

Delighted to have four poems in Levure Littéraire. Thanks to Helene Cardona for including me! Here's one of them. Link to all four at http://levurelitteraire.com/larissa-shmailo/

TO THE THANATOS WITHIN ME

I embrace you, dear shadow,
my revelatory friend,
dear suicidal impulse; today
I dream of the parapets above
A la Vielle Russie, and
of splattering near the Plaza
where Woody Allen wooed young girls,
leaving a bit of me
on the Strand Bookstand,
near the park and the seals —
but this is too vibrant and real.

Better to find myself alone
in a porcelain tub
with chamomile bath oil
(as if I needed to be calm;
there is eternity for that),
listening to Verdi’s Requiem,
holding a razor,
or better still, to poison myself
with small scored rose pills,
avoiding arsenic and the Bovary traps
of indigestion, detection;
best with caplets, red carafes of wine,
or Guinness brew —
(who wouldn’t want to quaff a few?)

What catharsis there is
in the dive, the gesture, the infinite jest,
the slash, the brush (its own fire),
the dance with death?
Ah, this: as I flirt, you draw near,
chingon to my chingada
bite my ear, stop my breath—
who else could do that?

Dear friend of ferment,
who unearths the worms
that enrich this blissful human soil,
promising the end of eternal roil:
Te quiero, my Mescal, my absinthe,
my blue cyanosing corps, my Mayakovsky, my you. . .

Was this a mistake? Is it too late . . . ?
You bite my ear, take up my rear, whisper:
Yes.

Friday, November 21, 2014

My poem, "Phylum," published in The Common

Was delighted to receive copies of The Common yesterday with my poem "Phylum" in them! This poem has footnotes and it was laid out perfectly. AND I received a check for my work! Thanks to John Hennessy, poetry editor, and to everyone at this superb poetry journal!

Monday, November 17, 2014

Cervena Barva Press announces Victory Over the Sun translated by Larissa Shmailo

Cervena Barva Press announces "Victory Over the Sun"
The First Futurist Opera by Aleksei Kruchenykh
Translated by Larissa Shmailo; edited and with an introduction by Eugene Ostashevsky

"Victory over the Sun, one of the most important events in Russian Futurism and in the avant-garde in general, is not well recognized in the West. Now in a new edition of Larissa Shmailo's brilliant translation of the text, with a lively introduction by Eugene Ostashevsky, readers can appreciate the significance and innovativeness of the 1913 play. Using Shmailo's translation and Malevich's pathbreaking stage designs, the play was reconstructed and staged in 1980 to great acclaim and remains a signal accomplishment in the history of the avant-garde."
—Gerald Janecek, Author of Zaum: The Transrational Poetry of Russian Futurism (UCSD, 1996) and Sight and Sound Entwined (Berghahn Books, 2000)

"Velimir Khlebnikov, literally, missed the train on co-penning this one, contributing only a poem to Kruchenykh's libretto. Staged alongside Mayakovsky's Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Tragedy, the 1913 original production of Victory is remembered primarily for Kazimir Malevich's costumes, lighting, and set design, instigations for the Suprematism and Constructivism still to come in 1915 and 1919, respectively…. Nothing is more fitting for this centennial of "Russian Futurianism" than a celebration of Kruchenykh's great contribution to poetry, his Zaum, and not just for its verbal play – the inventive neologizing and the épater-le-bourgeois utopianism – but for the underappreciated antilyricism of his verse, as well. In communicating to us his musicality in English, Larissa Shmailo has done a remarkable job in conferring on Kruchenykh his true due as a poet." —Alex Cigale, Translations Editor of MadHat Lit

"A century ago, Aleksei Kruchenykh was the way out writer's most way out writer. If publishing today, he still would be."
—Richard Kostelanetz, Author of A Dictionary of the Avant-Gardes (Routledge, 1993)

http://www.thelostbookshelf.com/cervenabooks.html
#Victory over the Sun
$16.00 | ISBN: 978-0-692-30231-6 | 56 Pages

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Text of Tarkovsky translation of "June 25, 1939" with Russian

June 25, 1939
Arseny Tarkovsky
Tr. L. Shmailo

It's frightening to die, and such a shame to leave
This captivating riffraff that enchants me,
The stuff so dear to poets, so very lovely,
I never celebrated; it somehow wasn't to be.
I loved to come back home at the break of dawn
And shift my things around in half an hour.
I loved the white windowsill, and also the flower,
The carved faceted glass, and also the water,
And the heavens, greenish-azure in their color—
And that I was a poet and a wicked man.
And when every June came with my birthday again
I'd idolize that holiday, bustling
With verses by friends and congratulations from women,
With crystal laughter, and gay glasses clinking
And the lock of that hair, unique, individual
And that kiss, so entirely inevitable.
But now at home it’s all set up differently;
It's June and I no longer have that homesickness.
In this way, life is teaching me patience,
And turbid, my blood now is stirring this birthday,
And a secret anxiety is tormenting me—
What have I done with my great destiny,
Oh my God, what have I done with me!

25 июня 1939 года
Арсений Тарковский
И страшно умереть, и жаль оставить
Всю шушеру пленительную эту,
Всю чепуху, столь милую поэту,
Которую не удалось прославить
Я так любил домой прийти к рассвету,
И в полчаса все вещи переставить,
Еще любил я белый подоконник,
Цветок и воду, и стакан граненый,
И небосвод голубизны зеленой,
И то, что я — поэт и беззаконник.
А если был июнь и день рожденья
Боготворил я праздник суетливый,
Стихи друзей и женщин поздравленья,
Хрустальный смех и звон стекла счастливый,
И завиток волос неповторимый,
И этот поцелуй неотвратимый
. Расставлено все в доме по-другому,
Июнь пришел, я не томлюсь по дому,
В котором жизнь меня терпенью учит
И кровь моя мутится в день рожденья,
И тайная меня тревога мучит,—
Что сделал я с высокою судьбою,
О боже мой, что сделал я с собою!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

New translation of Arseny Tarkovsky and poems by Alexander Skidan up at TRUCK

I have a spanking brand new translation of "June 25, 1939" by Arseny Tarkovsky and several poems by Alexander Skidan translated by me and the author up at Halvard Johnson's TRUCK today. Thanks to "driver," poet and translator Anny Ballardini, for including me! http://halvard-johnson.blogspot.it/2014/11/larissa-shmailo_13.html?showComment=1415892154893

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

BLAZEVOX IS PUBLISHING MY NOVEL, PATIENT WOMEN

Blazevox is PUBLISHING MY NOVEL, PATIENT WOMEN!!! Stunned with happiness for an hour and now dancing around the house! THANK YOU to the brilliant Geoffrey Gatza for publishing my first collection of poetry, In Paran, and now this novel, which takes place in the Woodstock and punk rock and early AIDS eras, culminating in the heyday of the 12 Step programs in the 90s (meet my protagonist Nora, and her sponsor, the transgender Chrisis St. Lawrence). God, it's been a pretty good day, week, month, life!

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Patient Women a Subito Press Contest Semifinalist

Thanks to Subito Press of the University of Colorado Boulder for naming my novel, Patient Women, as a semifinalist in their prose contest. (Hint: this does mean that Patient Women still needs a publisher, friends; ideas?)

Friday, November 07, 2014

Cover of my translation of Victory over the Sun by Aleksei Kruchenykh from ‪Červená Barva Press

Advanced in the Guggenheim Fellowship Competition!

The Guggenheim Fellowship Competition has requested work samples from me. I am sending my books ‪#‎special‬ characters (Unlikely Books), In Paran (Blazevox), and A Cure for Suicide (Červená Barva Press). I am honored and would like to thank my publishers

My translation of A. Kruchenykh's Victory over the Sun now available from Červená Barva Press

I am thrilled to announce the publication of my translation of Aleksei Kruchenykh's libretto of the first Russian Futurist opera, Victory over the Sun (1913). Published by Gloria Mindock's Červená Barva Press, this edition has a brilliant introduction by Eugene Ostashevsky. This publication would not have been possible without the help of Alexander Cigale. who, with scholars Gerald Janacek and Richard Kostelanetz, have provided wonderful blurbs for the book. Cover art is from Kazimir Malevich's set designs for the original production. Thanks to everyone who has made this publication possible, and to the Garage Museum of Moscow for using this translation for their reconstruction of the opera!

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