Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone with Noah Ross
We are pleased to invite you to a series of phone calls with distant poets hosted by Simon Asencio. A way to eavesdrop on what is being written, published and organized elsewhere while staying close to the prosody of poetry. A way to mingle the lyrical with the conversational.
Each phone call will be preceded by a reading-group session for those who wish to get acquainted with the author’s work before the conversation.
For this first installment we welcome poet and editor Noah Ross as our guest.
Schedule
16:00-17:30 Reading group
18:00-19:30 Phone call with Noah Ross
Please note that it is possible to come at 18h and attend only the phone call with Noah. The reading group is organized for those who would like to get to know Noah's writing but it is not a precondition for the call. Tea and light snacks will be provided.
About
Noah Ross is a poet and editor in California's Bay Area. Recent works include The Holy Grail (Wry Press, 2025), The Dogs (Krupskaya, 2024), and Active Reception (Nightboat Books, 2021). With Eric Sneathen, Noah edits SPUNK, a press for queers and queer works, and with Evan Kennedy, Noah edits The Swan's Rag, a magazine of smut.
Simon Asencio lives in Brussels. He reads, writes, publishes, translates, teaches, dances and creates performances. His research focuses on forms of sociability generated by textual practices.
The title of the event is borrowed from Silvia Plath's poem
Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone
O mud, mud, how fluid! —-
Thick as foreign coffee, and with a sluggy pulse.
Speak, speak! Who is it?
It is the bowel-pulse, lover of digestibles.
It is he who has achieved these syllables.
What are these words, these words?
They are plopping like mud.
O god, how shall I ever clean the phone table?
They are pressing out of the many-holed earpiece, they are looking for a
listener.
Is he here?
Now the room is ahiss. The instrument
Withdraws its tentacle.
But the spawn percolate in my heart. They are fertile.
Muck funnel, muck funnel —
You are too big. They must take you back!