Tag Archives: William Lessard

“Warlock” – Poetry by William Lessard

Guardian of the Entrance - Nicholas Roerich, 1927
Guardian of the Entrance – Nicholas Roerich, 1927

Any sufficiently advanced technology, as Arthur C. Clarke said, is indistinguishable from magic. And sometimes, advanced technology can be so maddening it’s indistinguishable from black magic– kind of like in “Warlock,” one of four bewitching poems by William Lessard in our Summer 2016 issue.

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PASSWORD: INCORRECT
user: not found
someday my magic
will be perfect,
my spells
not a question
of
the right conjuring
of
wordssymbolsnumbers
this world
a sad
warlock
trying to remember
is it
my mother’s
maiden name
or
my best friend
at school
turns enemies
into
tree frogs,
makes gold
shine
across my palm
I will not yield
I will not
angry
at
Warlock Tech Support
outsourced
to the middle
of
your favorite song
angry
at
my
angry-at
I am the warlock
you forget
during commercials
one day
I will lift
the
ocean
you
will kiss

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FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #8, In Pictures

Our most effervescent gratitude to everyone who helped make Reading #8 such a non-stop highlight reel: Deirdre, Monica, Armando, Devin, Oscar, Bill, Jeanann, and Dolan for performing your flappy lits; Alibi for your glamorous voice & exquisite photography; special guest Joseph SW Hasan for your wonderful music; Pacific Standard for continuing to be the best place to read in NYC; and of course, everyone who came out to be part of our gorgeous & enthusiastic audience! Let’s do this again on August 3rd

photography by Alibi Jones

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Deirdre Coyle kicks off the readings with a tale of sex demons & burn scars

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FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #8 / Issue X Flight Party

FLAPPERHOUSE X PosterThis WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22 from 7 – 9 PM at Brooklyn’s Pacific Standard, we’re gonna get weird like a libertine’s fever dream as we celebrate the flight of our 10th issue, FLAPPERHOUSE X, with our 8th reading.

Starring:
DEIRDRE COYLE

ARMANDO JARAMILLO GARCIA
ALIBI JONES
DEVIN KELLY
WILLIAM LESSARD
MONICA LEWIS

DOLAN MORGAN
JEANANN VERLEE
& the late OSCAR WILDE.

Admission is 100% FREE, and you can buy print copies of FLAPPERHOUSE X there for the special Flight Party price of just $5.

“advice from spirit eater” and “father” – Poetry by William Lessard

Burning House - Marc Chagall, 1913
Burning House – Marc Chagall, 1913

Not only does William Lessard have 3 gorgeously surreal poems in our Spring 2016 issue (including “advice from spirit eater” and “father,” below), he’ll have four more poems in our forthcoming issue, FLAPPERHOUSE XAND he’ll be performing at our 8th Reading / Issue X Flight Party at Brooklyn’s Pacific Standard on June 22!

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“advice from spirit eater”

BLUE BABY ANGEL

tucked

behind your spleen

every night

he claws out,

just to watch

cartoons

can’t stop him / can

slow him down

he likes sugar

and anger—give him

vegetables

&

joy

 

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“weather” – Poetry by William Lessard

A Woman Ghost Appeared from a Well - Katsushika Hokusai, circa 1800
A Woman Ghost Appeared from a Well – Katsushika Hokusai, circa 1800

The supremely spooky & surreal “weather” is one of 3 marvelous poems by William Lessard in our Spring 2016 issue.

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THE NIGHT THAT BECAME
night. We open the door

in the middle of our bed.
The door is candy corn tear.

The door is blue giant
ear. You go first. I follow.

The map says call ghosts.
You call with the side

of your hand. No ghosts.
You call. Not a ripple

in the curtain dark. I say
call with a different voice.

You cup your hand, call
as the girl that stands

behind your eyes. The girl
is ripped dress tacked

to a post. The girl is
blood wiped from the tip

of his favorite tie. I know
this girl. She thinks she’s

hiding, but I catch her.
I’ve seen her often peering

out, sometimes with eyes bolted
to the jewels of foreign fingers.

Her voice is your lace curtain
voice, speaking in gasoline flame.

All the ghosts know her. All the ghosts
know you. They appear as smoke

blown beneath a door. This is how
the night begins. Your voice, this tree.

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FLAPPERHOUSE Podcast #2 – Reading #6

In case you missed our 6th reading— or if you didn’t miss it but would like to relive the experience in podcast form– you may now stream or download it through the Soundcloud file below!

FLAPPERHOUSE Reading #6, In Pictures

A galaxy of gracious thank-yous to everyone who helped make Reading #6 such a trip: WilliamStephenChristinaLeonaMazzaraJoanna, and Anthony for performing your flappy lits; Pacific Standard for your warm & welcoming hospitality; Alibi Jones for your sparkly singing & fine photography; and all you beautiful star-children who came to watch us boogie. Let’s do this again, say, sometime before Memorial Day…?

(photos by Alibi Jones)

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William Lessard reads from his space-agey story “Transmission”

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Stephen Langlois reads his unsettling short story “Redfield” from FLAPPERHOUSE #9
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