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Edwin Torres

Edwin Torres is a lingualisualist from New York City who has collaborated with a wide range of artists for many years, challenging the perceptions of what poetry accomplishes when given some wings and love.

From beaches to living rooms to theaters to gardens, he has taught and performed across the United States and overseas...beginning his poetic life at the infamous Nuyorican Poets Café. He has since received poetry fellowships from the New York State Foundation For The Arts and The Foundation For Contemporary Performance Art and is a board member of The St. Marks Poetry Project.

His work has been widely published and appears in many anthologies including, Short Fuse, Third World, Heights Of The Marvelous, An Anthology of (New) American Poets and Aloud...among others. His CD "Holy Kid" (Kill Rock Stars Records) was included in The Whitney Museum's exhibition, "The American Century Pt. II."

His books include, I Hear Things People Haven't Really Said (self-published chapbook), Fractured Humorous (Subpress), The All-Union Day Of The Shock Worker (Roof Books) and a poetry CD-Rom Please (Faux Press). Edwin is co-editor of the poetry journals POeP! and Rattapallax both from Rattapallax Press.

Visit his website, which has some cool audio downloads among other stuff:


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RUBBER BAND

The power of an intelligent minority
withers in the passing heatwave...the pissing tongue.

I'm louder than the sun
but if there are no ears...then I am my own day
waiting for the rise and set.
For horizon says to wait - waiting -
no...
I am weightless, standing up to gravity.

These ears confront mortality,
my line from the past
through me - tomorrow - to here - NOW -
child of NO- & ho-W!

NOW...
daylight is a dancer
a wicked screwer - rancid chaser
of the loudness of the sun.
Dumb chancer / infiltration / believability / a
history
of blood
flooding these eyes with loudness.

My ears NOW loud as -
My eyes NOW loud as -
The island I am -
The sound I am -
From a given place -
From isolation's height -

    I scream everyday
    At a world with no ears
        Stretching tight
        Every boundary
                I trip
                Everytime
        How many trips
        Before a safe journey...
                No safe journies


© Edwin Torres



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