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opening night

Well, if yesterday’s interview with Paul Nelson wasn’t enough, here, finally, is the video of my talk at the opening celebration of my exhibit at Peter Miller Books.

I am very grateful to Luther Allen for steady hands behind the camera, and to Peter Miller and his team, Lillie and Casey. Unfortunately, Peter’s lovely opening remarks and my on-screen gratitude did not make it into the video.

Thanks for watching. The show remains on view through May, so I hope you’ll have a chance to see it!

a few pix…

Ended up with not a lot of photos from the two evenings of openings, but, in spite of 68,000 Sounders fans flocking to the stadium three blocks away one night and pretty miserable weather the other, they were wonderful events.

I am enormously grateful to Peter Miller and his resourceful crew, Lillie and Casey, and to Luther Allen, without whom none of the work would be on the walls (and for many other reasons). YouTube video link coming soonish.

Thanks, too, to my many dear friends who came from far and near, and to the affectionate support from family, friends, and community. And, of course, to the people behind the red dots (indicating a sale).

orchestrated light will remain on view through May 2022, Monday-Saturday, 10:00am-5:00pm PDT. Please come by, bring friends, and allow time to browse in the bookstore. Peter Miller Books is on S. Post Alley between Main and Jackson in Seattle’s Pioneer Square.

Please join me… in Seattle

You are cordially invited to join me at the opening of an exhibition of my found poems at Peter Miller Books in Seattle.

The announcement reads:
“It is an honor to present our show for May: Orchestrated Light by J.I. Kleinberg. A collection of visual poems that span subjects from memory to light, some are haunting, all are lyrical, all are brilliant. They represent a remarkable, intuitive artistic sense, and are ever a clear signal of the powers of Judy Kleinberg.”

Rescheduled from its original launch in May 2020, the show will run through May, with two events planned:

Opening celebration on Wednesday, May 4, 2022, 5:00-7:00pm
First Thursday Seattle Art Walk on Thursday, May 5, 5:00-7:30pm

I’ll be there for both and would be thrilled and honored if you would join me. Please come. Bring friends. Spread the word.

Peter Miller Books is located in Pioneer Square, on Post Alley between S. Main and S. Jackson Street. (The bookstore is fabulous, but there’s nothing about the gallery or events on the website. Leave a comment if you have questions, or contact the store.)

found poem: Washington

this evening in Seattle…

another reading…(actually two)…

SpeakEasy 8: Cirque literary journal

Cirque, a literary journal in its fourth year of publication, is a full-color 80-page collection of writing in all genres. Cirque publishes the work of established and emerging writers from the Northwest and Alaska. It has been called “incomparably elegant and a pleasure to read.” A full-text version of each issue can be read at Cirque. Print copies can be ordered there, as well.

Poets and other writers from the pages of Cirque will be reading at two venues in Washington.

In Bellingham, on Sunday, August 12, 2012, at The Amadeus Project, 1209 Cornwall Avenue, readers include Brian Hutton, J.I. Kleinberg, Sandra Kleven, Len Kuntz, Rachel Mehl, John Morgan, Keith Moul, Tim Pilgrim and Carey Taylor.

In Seattle, on Monday, August 13th at ACT, Buster’s, 700 Union Street, readers include Christianne Balk, Janet Buttenwieser, Jacqueline Haskins, Brian Hutton, J.I. Kleinberg, Sandra Kleven, Charles Leggett, Stefon Mears, David Stallings and Carey Taylor.

Both events are set to start at 7:00 p.m. and will include a silent auction featuring ten framed artworks from the pages of Cirque. Donations appreciated.

SpeakEasy is an occasional poetry series independently produced by Luther Allen and Other Mind Press.

Queen Anne…

Sixth and CrockettFor a while in the 1970s my studio and residence was a double storefront on top of Queen Anne hill in Seattle. The building also housed a tavern on the corner and a somewhat transient population of residents in the apartments upstairs. The street was narrow, the parking limited and my car acquired more than a few bruises as tavern customers jockeyed their cars by the beer-aided touch method.

The studio was big, raw and cold — two long, skinny side-by-side spaces with an unfinished wall open between them. Both stores had paper-covered windows facing the sidewalk and the front of one of them had a small office where a hardworking gas heater was the single source of heat for the whole space.

I slept in the shallow loft above the office, climbing a 10-foot ladder and crawling to my crocheted foam rubber bed. It was the warmest place, if not exactly the most comfortable; it was too low to sit up, and getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night was never fun. The toilet was at the opposite end of the space, 50 feet back, and it was a long, cold journey down the ladder, across the room, into the tiny WC.

There was no kitchen, but a hot plate and a toaster-oven sufficed. My intentions were also good regarding bathing. I built a raised platform adjacent to the little washroom and found and had moved, at considerable effort, an old claw-foot cast iron bathtub, which sat on the platform and never felt a drop of water. I actually rigged up a hose to fill it, bit couldn’t ever figure out how to drain the damn thing. So I got pretty proficient at bathing in the sink and frequently “bathed out,” taking 25-cent showers at the fishing harbor in Ballard, going to the Y, and showing up at friends’ houses with a towel slung over my shoulder.

In spite of its — and my — limitations, it was a great place. I made a lot of art there and hosted some big parties and have a sort of sweet nostalgia for the place and the people and the carefree innocence that characterized the era.

Seattle morning…

…the city view is bright, the building faces turned to the rising sun like shiny flowers, a single hot glare sliding from window to window, gulls swooping low, below my 5th-floor vantage, a jet angling high and silent across the blue…

space needle in the wild…

needle au naturalThe 605-foot tall Space Needle was completed in December 1961 and opened on the first day of the World’s Fair, April 21, 1962.

Pictured here, the space needle as seen in its natural environment
© j.i. kleinberg 1976
eucalyptus pods, chenille, paper
2″ tall
collection of and/or

“Seat and Read”

Seat and Read

Paper Cha(i)se

Seat and Read opening
Seat and Read was a July 1979 exhibition of seating and accompanying reading material at and/or gallery in Seattle. Curators: Joyce Moty and Buster Simpson.
Paper Cha(i)se – A Disposable Crocheted Paper Sofa © j.i. kleinberg 1979
Newsprint donated by the Seattle Times
Color photo by Cathy Hillenbrand; black and white photos from exhibit catalog by Buster Simpson.

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