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Ars Notoria features JESSICA PIAZZA


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You can read Jessica Piazza here, here and here.

Also, check out a clip of her reading last here:

This is going to be a stellar reading, so y’all be sure to make it out. Enjoy a cool drink in Austin Java’s patio and soak in the awesomeness that is Jessica Piazza. This time around, our good friend George Leake will be hosting the event.

Also, new issues of Maker III will be available at the reading. A LOT of great writers in this issue, so don’t miss out.  Pick up a copy at the reading, and stay tuned for Maker IV, as well as a special RIOT reading featuring the contributors sometime late July.


“Don’t Go Ahab on Me, Man!”

Finally have the David Jewell vid-clips up.

It was an utterly luminous evening, all aglow with moongirls and spacemen.

We had the usual suspects–the talented John Herndon, Ken Fontenot & George Leake–grace our stage during the special guest reader segment, along with a couple of “new” readers: Pattabi Seshadri and Wayne Alan Brenner (editor at Austin Chronicle, poet & performer). Lincoln and cataclysm. Dig it.









RIOT Ink at Ruta Maya was-let’s see, what are the kids sayin’ these days?–neato, boss, aces, groovy, off da hook? Anyway, it was tremendous fun. The RIOT guys and I had a fuckin’ blast and the Ruta Maya folk even got to hear sexy soneeter Jessica Piazza, and whale-man David Jewell himself. Beautiful, beautiful evening. I think Marty got a few vid clips of the event, so I’ll be posting those too soon’s I can. David Bates and Marty Lloyd do it up right, folks. If you’re a poet craving a mic, (perhaps staggering out of Exposé on a Tuesday evening after visiting your ladies) and looking for your poetry fix, head down to Ruta Maya’s open mic.

We’re looking forward to our upcoming readers: Joe Ahearn and Jill Alexander Essbaum. I’ll be posting more features and news soon.

RIOT Ink also has BIG plans for the Fall, so definitely stayed tuned. (Subscribe to this site, or shoot me a note at and I’ll get you on our mailing list. Don’t worry, I only send out really, really important and relevant emails (like, where da poetry be at?) and would never trade or sell or do anything inappropriate with you email address. (Unless, of course, you’re into that sort of thing…)

…and then some

A windblown Jessica Piazza reads–of love, of fear–

For more video clips, visit the RIOT Ink Vimeo site.

It was another sweltering June evening for our third RIOT Ink reading. Jessica Piazza gave an outstanding performance, proving that the art of the sonnet is not dead, it’s DEAD SEXY. RIOT Ink was pleased as punch to have her grace our stage.

Later on in the evening our open mic included a few new faces among some of our favourites. Some of the readers included Bree Rolfe (with her moving love letter to Vinny D. aka Vincent Donofrio), Ryan P. Young (reading a sonnet for an *ahem* a rubenesque girl), Paul Foreman (who read from Texas Liveoak), as well John Herndon, Ken Fontenot, Steve Pressler, Marty Lloyd and Lindsay Low.

—————– Our Next Feature: Jessica Piazza —————–

(So NICE, she gotta be introduced TWICE!)


The beautiful and talented Jessica Piazza was not able to make it out for our last reading, but we’re ecstatic to have her read this time around. Here’s your double take…. Our Jessica Piazza bio & mini interview:

The next RIOT Ink reading will be

this Thursday, June 26

and will feature the fabulous

Jessica Piazza

Jessica Piazza’s poems have appeared in Agni, The Indiana Review, Ocho, No Tell Motel, and Pebble Lake Review. She is Founding Editor of Bat City Review and Co-Founder of the Speakeasy Poetry Series in New York City. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, she now lives in LA while pursuing a PhD in English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Southern California. (Bio, courtesy of Coconut)

I’ve had the pleasure of meeting this wonderful woman, and she was kind enough to oblige me a little mini interview. Please note, a few of these questions are ripped (and slightly tweaked) right out of the now defunct blog Here Comes Everybody. Enjoy.

1. What are your three favourite words?

Pillow, martyr, scaffolding

2. Who do you keep bedside (on your nightstand?)

A very small man in a very small sailor suit, of course. He likes it on my nightstand. But seriously, I’d say my go-to poets are a pretty motley crew. Eliot’s in there and so is (as of recently) Millay and Williams, but then Albert Goldbarth and Marilyn Hacker make their appearances. As everyone who knows me knows, I’m all about my friend Jill Alexander Essbaum’s poetry, and while I’m plugging some fantastic poet friends I’ll also mention Eric McHenry and Craig Arnold-each of whom has a first book I adore. In fact, I’m big on a bunch of first books poets now, so…

3. Who was your first poetry love?

Sad to say Shakespeare, but that’s probably the truth. Although when I was in high school I had a pretty different aesthetic, and I was gaga over Sandra Cisneros’ Loose Woman and Sharon Olds’ The Gold Cell. Then later, in college, Marilyn Hacker really got to me, which is partially why I started to play with form, meter and rhyme.

4. Is there one poem, poet or experience that made you decide to be a poet?

There are plenty of experiences in my young life that made me start writing poetry, or maybe I should say “poetry,” since that verbal vomit most of us write as children and young adults doesn’t much resemble what we write after we actually start reading verse regularly. I will say, though, that I began to consider pursuing poetry in a serious way (I mean, okay, I don’t really do anything in a serious way, but I guess I mean as a career) in college, while working for Robert Pinsky’s Favorite Poem Project at Boston University. The project was so inspiring-all these everyday, non-literary people explaining why a particular poem moved them, and in some cases saved their lives-that the form became a lot more real, more visceral and urgent, I guess, than it ever had been.

I had also taken some great undergraduate classes (with Joe Osterhaus and Eric McHenry, particularly) and met some amazing poets who had recently finished the grad program at BU (including Maggie Dietz, whose recent first book is also wonderful, I might add). And I suppose it isn’t very highbrow or intellectual to say this, but I liked these people so much-just as people as well as poets–that it made me realize being a poet wasn’t some random or esoteric thing that was unachievable. Like: cool people were actually poets! (Umm, sometimes. But still!)

5. How would you explain poetry to my fellow student MBA douchebro who think’s Shakespeare’s for pussies?

Poetry in general is for pussies. But fuck it, sign me up. And anyway, much like taking Home Ec. in high school, MBA’s should consider that there are mad hot girls writing and reading poetry and a relatively small number of straight and/or unmarried men in the field. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell you!

6. What is the last dream you remember?

I just got new tattoos (yes, this is ridiculous, but I got an iamb on one foot and a trochee on the other-metrical feet) and I dreamed they started to flake off. I suppose even in the dream world formal poetry only has a tentative foothold. (Wow, that was bad. But Jill Essbaum would be proud of such punning.)

7. Which three poets would you resurrect, and what for?

Oh, I’d like to talk to all manner of dead poets for all manner of reasons, but let’s face it: Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman would make a HELL of a party.

8. Now for a little Bibliomancy: open the nearest book to a random page and point anywhere on the recto page. Write the name of the book and the sentence your finger lands on. This sentence is a metaphor for _________.

Sad Jazz: Sonnets (Tony Barnstone)

He thinks he sees the space between her words,
the unknown underneath, can diagnose
the case, so he ignores the things he’s heard
her say, the symptoms, postulates he knows
the concealed truth, and in this way resists,
playing good doctor in white coat and specs.

(DAMN, that’s a long fucking sentence.)

This sentence is a metaphor for several of my most recent relationships, if the he/she pronouns were reversed.

9. Word association:

cherry: bomb

glass : house

riot : grrrl (yuck)

ink : tattoo (circumstantial, I suspect)

rhyme : time (Sorry. Jeopardy)

body : electric (I heart the 80s)

10. How would you describe your philosophy of poetry?

The same way I’d describe my philosophy of anything: I don’t think less is more. I want more more and then some, and then some motherfucking more.

You can read some of Jessica Piazza’s work here, and here.