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Sarah Sarai

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About Me


To be said in Sarah Sarai's defense: Please check back later.
N.Y.C. Readings in May 2008
Sat., May 10 | Ear Inn Series | 326 Spring St. {west of Greenwich St.} | 3pm
Canceled Because of Emergency Construction! Sun., May 18 | Community Garden at 6th St. and Ave. B
N.Y.C. Reading in June 2008
Fri., June 13 | Cornelia Street Cafe | w/David Lawton | 29 Cornelia Street {w. 4th/Bleecker} | $7 | limited open mic | 6pm
Something's Falling
Because, and here’s my point,
because now, because loosened
by small destructions, because
shrapnel of civilization down
dizzy slow, because a little hand
drowning. Something’s falling.
Because empires of our beliefs
could inherit us promised days
but something’s falling. Now,
because we summon armies and
thugs unoriginal, barter a future
placid for a present spooked,
something’s falling because weary
apples weary, over and again.
Because only history supports
as we rant at kids on stick-
trembling legs, weep on fallow
chests, join neighbors one to
a four-cornered sheet stretched
to break the inevitable, study
a sky’s hindsight: Should it have
loosened more rain, moisting drops
to shimmer oily in sun, adorned
itself nirvanic swim-pool
aquamarines it’s marveled over
or painted indigo paisleys of a Hindu
bride across its breathy canopy?
Because what else? Recode
the Rosetta of history? Or will
love to our ones as cool heat
lifts soothing to the viridian
moss out of reach but scudding
close still, because the drowning
little hand, little hand, can touch it.
{by Sarah Sarai} & published in The Threepenny Review , Summer 2007
Sarah Sarai has taught Comp. 101 {never 99 or 102.5} or creative writing at BMCC/CUNY, Fordham, Pace, Antioch's Seattle campus…and St. Mathias High School (Southern Cal.). She also works 1-on-1 {fiction and poetry}, and as an added bonus advises on deportment and etiquette.
Other means of remaining a viable taxpayer {Sarah Sarai is patriotic}: Copyeditor in medical education, finance, law and advertising. Freelance editor. Of particular interest to the flailing: Sarah Sarai is willing to edit your life.

PoEmS Online {Stories Below}

• This Flesh Divine {in} Numinous: Spiritual Poetry ...female nudged and godly..
• What I Choose To Remind You {in} Juice: A Journal of the Ordinary Is that I, Sarah Kent, am / Earthmother of Superman...
• From a Strange Planet and Where Have I Been {in} Blackbox all lacquered up...
• Aristotle {in} The Tipton Poetry Journal You ker-chewed / from dust falling milky...
• Further Arguments {in} The Minnesota Review If there is a god...
• From the Dome of the Willing Firmament As for eternity / which I saw in the airspace / outside the window... and I noticed the 21st is Ascension Day. {in} FRiGG.com .

sToRiEs Onllne {Poems Above}

• She Must Be Killed {in} The Houston Literary Review. {Browser sensitive} {Aren't we all} How to do it. Here, at the bowling alley?
• Speak Up, Voice {in} Weber Studies. Ida, who owned a pet shop in a green wooden building, low and one-story like a gas station in the desert, phoned.
• Stars {in} VerbSap. What kind of mole talks about anxiety?
Other sToRiEs appear sorta gauzey-like in The Ampersand and Tampa Review and South Dakota Review and Raven Chronicles and stet and West and The Antigonish Review and The Written Arts and Webster Review and Bellowing Ark.
Other PoEmS are in Main Street Rag and PANK and The Columbia Review and The Powhatan Review and Asbestos and Potomac Review and The Threepenny Review and Fine Madness and ZYZZYVA and the ether or your dreams and certainly my dreams and other places yet to be unveiled. PoEms forthcoming in 2008 in Eleven Eleven and in Other Rooms and in Taiga and in Terrain.org: A Journal of the Built and Natural Environments and in The Ester Republic and in Helix Magazine and in The Smoking Poet and God knows where else.
She Who Would Be Sarah Sarai has received a very few grants, including a Seattle Arts Commission grant in scriptwriting, and one as an editor; a King County Arts Commission grant in fiction, and one as an editor; a National Endowment for the Humanities Fellowship for Secondary Educators.
Interview with Lois Smith ; review of Star Dust by Frank Bidart in The Pedestal.

My Interests

Learning to ski without leaving my bed. Perfecting being a bad human. Writing more poems. Writing more stories.

Angels: give to The Jenesse Center

I'd like to meet:

My great nephew. Ricky Jay. William Blake. Elizabeth Bishop. Brian Wilson. Hafez. Gracie Allen. Sojourner Truth. Bach. A publisher who loves my work. You.

Music:

bebop Bowie funk early tardy baroque bossanova stringq-s r&b rock heavymetal nonmetallic substances musical alloys Satie Poulenc Al Green Laura Nyro Judee Sill Sun Ra Sun Ra Sun Ra

You Must Hear

Mark Cross ...he has soul or perhaps funk, I can't quite put my finger on it; *BUY* "This Journey In" by The Rebirth

...and click on Christina Oorebeek to check into suites you won't want to leave {music for toy piano may or may not be on this site}

Movies:

The Black Stallion, The Ringer, Office Space, Rois et Reine, Les Parapluies de Cherbourg, Grizzly Man, Smiles of a Summer Night, Carry On Nurse, The 7th Voyage of Sinbad, 25th Hour, Escape from New York, Aguirre, Talk to Her, All About My Mother, Open City, Il Messia, Dracula (1931 and Andy Warhol's), Miracle, whole bunch a others

Television:

everything on CBSarahSarai...

Books:

goldenbookoffairies babartheking childsgardenofverses confederacyofdunces mayorofcasterbridge crimeandwhateverthatwas annakareninatakesaspill janeeyre wutheringheights

By Me aWaiTinG a PuBLisHeR Her Stories and Her Poems {titles change}
The To-Do List Manifesto {novel}

a FeW ReVIeWS i WRoTe
Jamie Fuller's Diary of Emily Dickinson &
Sven Birkert’s The Gutenberg Elegies and Barry Sanders’ A Is for Ox &
Stephen Dobyn’s Saratoga Backtalk &
Peter Taylor’s In the Tennessee Country & {more}

Heroes:

Every damn one of you. Well, almost every damn one of you. A few of you?

School:
Open Books: a poem emporium

Seattle, Washington
Major: Readin' poetry

My Blog

Outside the Ritz-Carlton (those blondes)

Outside the Ritz-CarltonPine bowers and electric stars strung on the canopy over-top three blonde bouffants of scrappy imperfection with locks straying like deft housecats into heated territory famili...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 07:00:00 PST

We are morphed!

Emma Bovary and Anna Karenina in Heaveni.Two suicides here? There's no screening. Want a pocketbook kingdom come? You'll ascend. The buzz on heaven is a lot of white noise.Often, solitude. Yet bl...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:27:00 PST

..he also said I DONT UNDERSTAND ... Main Street Rag poem for you to ReAd!

PracticalLet me tell you about my friendSanderson. Well he's dead,but what're you gonna do  the first ones diedin that Rapture of malfunctioned immunity.My early dead read histories of womenhis last...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:24:00 PST

as if it were possible remotely so ... such a poem!

A Flow A Flowing FlowIt hurts to think God doesn't love her dangling dainty pale feet in life's silvery flow flowing like a wingy compressing air against speed boiling like lead in a vat or concrete h...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:13:00 PST

stupid lucky fool ... leaping poem archived ... YES!

won’t youstupid lucky foolin Andrei Rublevleaping/aimself-seeking understudydiva’s death wishing/nahsecond lyre toOrpheus’ first/okaythrill world’sjuddering heart/shootlugged s...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 12:36:00 PST

Answers will be posted ... a PANK promise ... 2 cracklin fresh poems

***The blogchive of my published poems continues. Read on, comrades.***All Along Our WayNot that She’d ceased sibilant slurring or of beginnings to evolve the commonsensical for the crowd, but ...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:17:00 PST

emily is WHAT? your LOVER? {I wish!} more poems archived

It is my grand {but modest} plan to archive all {maybe it’ll take two hands to keep track} my published poems that I can’t link to online. Here are 2 more. The first, "I Met My Old Love...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 06:59:00 PST

St. Igneous on a Roll & She Warns You ... 2 smokin’ poems

St. Igneous on a RollGrabs her ankles, flames down the hillock tothud, jarred, a millisecond. Her miracle, Metamorphic. Once fire, now earth.A saint’s gimmick inspires awe, medallions,interces...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:16:00 PST

The McDuck Academy of Galactic Confusion--STILL UNFOUNDED

Spark plug though I am, and still a Proud Graduate of The McDuck Academy of Galactic Confusion, I am unable to found the noble institution. Can I bring an academy of some learning into this evil worl...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 05:21:00 PST

Royal congrats., one leg at a time {just like you}

After a long period of assiduous study, Sarah Sarai {a Proud Graduate of The McDuck Academy of Galactic Confusion} would like to report she finds your pages and your myspace pages to be remarkably cre...
Posted by Sarah Sarai on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 04:49:00 PST