[New-Poetry] Call for Submissions: Poetic Responses to the 2008 American Elections

[Anny Ballardini]

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*While the He/art Pants:*

*Poetic Responses to the 2008 American Elections*

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*Call for Submissions*

*Artistic representations, responses, and interrogations of electoral events
are very important expressions of the endless conversation between art and
historical experience. The 2008 American elections stimulated a lot of
artistic responses and there were, in the campaign discourses, some subtle
invocations of the postures of presidential aspirants to literature and
cultural productions generally. What, as a poet (defined broadly), is the
meaning of this whole experience of the 2008 elections? Send us your
previously unpublished works (poems, paintings, manipulated photographs,
etc) about the 2008 US elections for inclusion in an online anthology:While
the He/Art Pants (a title derived from Walt Whitman's poem reproduced
below), to soon appear on the Poet's Corner, Fiera Lingue. Images should be
on Jpeg format. As this promises to be a very interesting project, we
request that you send up to five of the most uncompromising and
stylistically surprising of your works and a short bio. Other works that do
not necessarily focus on the 2008 US elections but are relevant to the
dialogue between art and democratic politics will be considered. *

*Submissions are to be made electronically to: Obododimma Oha (Guest Editor)
obodooha at gmail.com , udude at full-moon.com *

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*Anny Ballardini (Editor, The Poet's Corner)*

*anny.ballardini at gmail.com*

*Link to the main index of the site:*

*http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=Content*

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*Election Day, November 1884* *from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman (1892)*


If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
'Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge
rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyserloops
ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon's white cones—nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes—nor Mississippi's
stream:
—This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name—the still small voice
vibrating—America's choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the quadrennial
choosing,)
The stretch of North and South arous'd-sea-board and inland-Texas to
Maine—the Prairie States—Vermont, Virginia, California,
The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and conflict,
The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful
choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the heart pants,
life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.







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Anny Ballardini
http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/
http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome
http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html
I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing
star!
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