Internationale Poetry-Biennale - Filmfestival - Salon - Netzwerk
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- Einstein Kultur
München / Munich - Behnaz Amani (IR/PEN)
- Martina Berther (CH)
- Tereza Bínová (CZ)
- Noémi Büchi (CH)
- Maria Callis (ES-CT)
- Kholoud Charaf (SY)
- Marta Pera Cucurell (ES-CT)
- Susanne Darabas (D)
- Joséphine de Weck (CH)
- Paul Etschberger (D)
- Karin Fellner (D)
- Heike Fiedler (CH)
- Anna Frey (D)
- Limpe Fuchs (D)
- Anja Golob (SI)
- Andrea Grill (AT)
- Gerlinde Hacker (AT)
- Geneviève Hicks (US)
- Kato Javakishvili (GE/PEN)
- Vera Kappeler (CH)
- Judith Keller
- Birgit Kempker (CH)
- Jessie Kleemann (GL)
- Kateryna Kravchenko (UA)
- Kristian Kühn (D)
- Augusta Laar (D/CH)
- Kalle Aldis Laar (D/AT)
- Simone Lappert (CH)
- Sascha Lavrenchuk (UA)
- Vera Linder (IT)
- Malva (D)
- Barbi Marković (SR/A)
- Tristan Marquardt (D)
- Anaïs Meier (CH)
- Dolores Miquel (ES-CT)
- Lynn Parkerson (US)
- Nika Pfeifer (AT)
- Inga Pizāne (LV)
- Dragica Rajčić (HR/CH)
- Tamara Ralis (US/D)
- Monika Rinck (D)
- Slata Roschal (D)
- S Naim Richani (LB/GB)
- Axél Sanjosé (ES/D)
- Silke Scheffel (D)
- Theresa Seraphin (D)
- Tamara Štajner (SI)
- Olga Stehlíková (CZ)
- Tanja Rupel Tera (BG)
- Julia Toggenburger (CH)
- Anja Utler (D)
- Astrid Vehsted (D)
- Apolena Vybíralová (CZ)
- Anne Waldman (US)
- Nora Zapf (D)
- Literaturhaus
Wien / Vienna - Hannah K Bruendl (AT)
- Heike Fiedler (CH)
- Augusta Laar (D/CH)
- Olga Martynova (RU/D)
- Nika Pfeifer (AT)
Sonntag, 15. November, 18.30 Uhr
Lynn Parkerson
(New York)
⇒ Focus Jack Kerouac School Of Disembodied Poetics (JKS)
Lynn Parkerson ist Gründerin und künstlerische Leiterin der 2002 gegründeten interdisziplinären Tanzkompanie Brooklyn Ballet New York. In ihrer Arbeit verbindet sie Tanz, Poesie und Musik und arbeitet mit Künstler*innen wie der Dichterin Jasmine Mans und dem Komponisten Malcolm Parson zusammen.
Ihre Verbindung zu Schamrock begann 2018 mit einer Residenz in der Villa Waldberta und der daraus entstandenen Zusammenarbeit mit Kunst oder Unfall (Augusta Laar & Kalle Aldis Laar). Inspiriert von den Dichterinnen des Schamrock-Festivals begann Lynn selbst, Gedichte zu schreiben.
Ihre Arbeiten wurden unter anderem von der New York Writers Coalition und der Jack Kerouac School for Disembodied Poetics veröffentlicht. 2024 präsentierte sie ihre Lyrik bei Schamrock und kehrt nun für eine weitere Zusammenarbeit mit Augusta Laar und Dichter*innen aus Naropa zurück.
Lynn Parkerson is the founder and artistic director of the interdisciplinary dance company Brooklyn Ballet New York, established in 2002. Her work combines dance, poetry, and music, and she collaborates with artists such as the poet Jasmine Mans and the composer Malcolm Parson.
Her connection to Schamrock began in 2018 with a residency at Villa Waldberta and the resulting collaboration with Kunst oder Unfall (Augusta Laar & Kalle Aldis Laar). Inspired by the women poets of the Schamrock festival, Lynn began writing poems herself.
Her work has been published by, among others, the New York Writers Coalition and the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. In 2024, she presented her poetry at Schamrock, and she now returns for another collaboration with Augusta Laar and poets from Naropa.
Excerpt, aka Student Life
June 4, 2026 8:23am, Naropa
I feel good today - in my showered skin,my flowy skirt, my strawberry hat, not so embarrassed to be an old lady - in dappled sunlight, writing.
11:29am
I want to sit everywhere, breathe in this place, feel its shade. I must move now.
11:30am
That's better, sitting in the cool grass under the sycamore. The swing on the Allen Ginsberg Library porch will be too hot - try later.
Sidekick/Alone, Embrace
The wind is a guitar in the house tonight.*
The wedding band is in the pawnshop.
Is the TV still here?
“Well that’s the last straw, hocking the TV, I’ll call the police!”
Toddler crying
I -woke her up
the first and only time I ever threw a dish, not even thrown but dropped from standing, the glass plate of pineapple.
Gone from the house now
I -made you go.
Maybe you’re dead, or maybe just roving. Prowling.
There is nowhere for me to go
but my knees.
I’ve never gone there for that reason.
This alone-ness has no words just a place, on my knees.
And guess what.
On my knees, empty, no answers, undignified, begging, eyes redswollen….came the embrace …a kind of warmth….light from light…..begotten not made…..true God from true God.
Naropa, June 2025
*John Wieners