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Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/5/2009) – Part 2

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:58:20 +0000

On June 5, 2009, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read seven pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “Out here in this zero sum space…”, “Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…”, “Without battery automatic operated…”, “Eating sushi triangles on a bench in Beverly Hills Park…”, “Insidious crooked fingers…” and “You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!

Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/5/2009) – Part 1

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:56:57 +0000

Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/20/2008) – Part 2

heyadam — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 09:56:37 +0000

On June 20, 2008, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read six pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “O Grandmother, protect us & your memory…”, “What you have inside of you must feel like black & dust…”, “Rocks glass fragmenting into stars & stars…”, “Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…” and “Starting in the middle of a lingering late night crowd out loud…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!

“Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…”

heyadam — Sun, 25 May 2008 08:04:31 +0000

Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing
The middle finger of a 405 & 5 slithering up north in the cold
Willamette River greasing the lubrication of pretty city lights
It is a village of drift & circumstance, cobblestone walks & grandfather buildings
Whose people make fertile skin in the mix of draft & rain

I wanted to fall in love with a girl from Portland
But first you have to fall in love with Portland
Its caring cradle makes the batting eyelashes nothing more
Than splashes of days & months gone by walking the streets at night
And counting the lampposts as mile markers

Portland wishes for the end of the world to begin here
On the rolling shores of prehistoric loneliness
Dotted with Laurelhurst marquees & street vendor lulls
Comfort drinking in the beer you can smell moistening the air
Whose landmarks make mighty cuts & lines towards the Rose City sky

I fell in love with a rivertown called Portland
An energetic lift of streets so easy to lose yourself in
New faces with eyes & lips to burn into & brand your mind
I might melt right into the sidewalk & wander glide down
Trailing off & joining the northbound river run
© Adam Bresson