"Cedar Sigo is a Frank O'Hara for the twenty-first century: witty, erudite, serious, with a terrific ear and eye for the minutest details, at home in the world of the arts."—Ron Silliman
The gravitron, SEXODROME growing out of apollinaires grave Empty balcony seats, operatic little fills The poems of a Multi-billionaire, a vow of silence Fine and Mellow, all the things you are
Cedar Sigo is the author of eight books of poetry, including Stranger In Town (City Lights Publishers) and Selected Writings (Ugly Duckling Presse). He lives in San Francisco, California.
Born in 1978 on the Suquamish Indian Reservation in Washington State, Cedar Sigo studied at the Naropa Institute with Anne Waldman, Lisa Jarnot, Alice Notley, Joanne Kyger, and Allen Ginsberg, among others. His first book, Selected Writings (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2003), was reprinted in a revised edition in 2005. A writer on art, literature, and film, Sigo has collaborated with many visual artists and recently blogged for SFMOMA's Open Space. In June 2009, he gave a reading at New York's P.S.1 Contemporary Art Center in conjunction with its Kenneth Anger retrospective.
I was pleasantly surprised by this book. I felt very hopeful upon seeing the minimalist style cover, and I was not disappointed. Some of the poetry books I've won via Goodreads have been awkward and without flow, but I really connected with this one. Absolutely beautiful. I gifted this to a friend and she also loved it. I look forward to more by you, Cedar Sigo! Kudos to wonderful work.
This book was my first real encounter with the work of Cedar Sigo, but I already know it won't be my last. Language Arts depicts a wonderful handle of language and exudes traditional vibes that one doesn't see often in contemporary poetry anymore. This collection was a surprise and a modern delight, and I would absolutely recommend it to anyone looking for something deeply insightful, raw, and beautiful to read.
"Torn paper film of a wolf man's romance and in the end he rises from the grave or does his maiden? Joke Night. Opera plaza taking tickets. You're so good to me. You printed my secret ceremony next to a poem by the one I love. You bring half-drunk bottles to parties, believer, curator. He said he was going to paint.a house. He left me in bed where I watched LOADS. I think that he was hustling, that's what she said, his shows were tight and massive. He could appreciate a turn of phrase or lyric, threading the needle. I don't want to live without your love."
I was captured by some lines, and with careful attention, I could withstand others. If I could describe this experience, I would say it was very vivid and loud. This was not to my taste, personally.