Arpine Konyalian Grenier RIP

Suchness, What Noise

Daftar blue dualities intervene to convene
lines and shapes of context and word
levitation surmises

        remember architecture?

the tool-master’s need stands in the way
congruence and correlation fester
main tenant
                    full scale social/political lungs oh yes

        transience

how different that is from all things durable
to come together to just become so
this and that
experience

conditioned and mediated ausgang haben
how is ownership generated then?
(some rocks at Death Valley are walking they say)

gauge symmetries are unobservable
what I say to my love is the song
chew it slightly for taste

I wanted a last word with you
no schnell no halt
no gyavoor
                    the rub is otherly
déjà rêvė déjà parlė
déjà lu
                    vėcue



what social basis do I come from?

Published in Word For/Word

I and U at IU and the Dogwoods



Ajune in Armenian is what remains after passing
Ajine in Arabic is yeast which makes bread
living continues Ajine to Ajune
to Ajine and so on

                        said Arpine, and passed



Arpine Konyalian Grenier, a frequent contributor to APP, died on January 9, 2024.

New book release

The Silent G

Howling Prowling, The Beat:

Intersecting Lines, Lives, Memory, History

by Arpine Konyalian Grenier

whereas one cannot aptly read vulnerability whereas we have unfinished business with grief greed gratitude and google— here’s an ode to tears an investment return to the investment returns of clinging to the river— Euphrates Araxes or other— consumed as aligned yet remarkably free of anxiety of influence




Arpine Konyalian Grenier is an independent scholar, born and raised in Beirut, after the post-Ottoman era induced French rule of the region ended. Her work has appeared in numerous publications, often awarded or as finalist. Other credits include published collections, multi-disciplinary collaborations, guest editing, and participating at conferences, both as co-convener and presenter. Her archives are being held at the Lilly Library, Indiana University, Bloomington.

France 15€ / shipping to US available

ISBN: 979-10-90394-60-5

www.corruptpress.com


Howling Prowling, The Silent G (Corrupt Press, 2019)

The poetry of The Silent G (Corrupt Press, 2019) comes from an inability to be distracted into an extinction of reality— an extinction that stems from the arcane democratization of matter over time, and the resulting expansion of capitalization into the personal domain, our gods— quasi god, demi god, God god, all; and we, with the body and status of an absent body, without the need to establish voice.

The collection may be considered a songbook of whats, why and hows, experienced ontologically, culturally, socially and multi-nationally against a backdrop deemed Armenian— its prolific and full bodied history, all too subtle and volatile a song for legal restraint, as enchanted syllables lash the wind, unwilling to match desire to the attenuation of the passion it comes from. It is dedicated to Nora Rose, the poet’s grand-daughter, and Grandma Gul the grandmother she never had the chance to meet (Gul is rose in Turkish).

The love I love is one, but one, the only rose!" reads the inscription under the statue of priest, scholar, historian, poet and community leader, Fray Angelico Chavez (1910-1996) at the downtown plaza in Santa Fe. And Celan, translated reads, "Bolt the door: There are roses in the house … where they beat my father and mother to death: what bloomed there, what blooms there?"

Rhetoric is out. Persuasion, unnecessary. One ponders the chaos sustaining the world of languages, after a derivative of the past, the longing to connect just because we’re human overshadowing the politic of the human. Pli by pli, the beat provides position, that minutia, while the excessive endorses disposition; form, therefore perception, sensation, plasticity. If it weren’t for love, weren’t for ethics, cured of speech, she says and writes.

Arpine Konyalian Grenier reading in NYC

SATURDAY MAY 19, 2018 

FROM 4:30 - 6:30 PM 

ARPINE KONYALIAN GRENIER & MINA ZOHAL

Arpine Konyalian Grenier was born & raised in Beirut, Lebanon after the post-Ottoman era induced French rule of the region ended. Four of her collections have been published, another is forthcoming; recent work is at Journal of Poetics Research & Barzakh. She lives & writes in LA.

Mina Zohal is an Afghan American writer living in the United States.

AT THE ZINC BAR

82 WEST 3rd STREET

BETWEEN THOMPSON AND SULLIVAN STS. 

NEW YORK CITY 

$5 admission goes to support the readers 

Curators: 

The Segue Reading Series is made possible by the support of The Segue Foundation. For more information, please visit www.seguefoundation.com or call (212) 614-0505.

Curators: 

APRIL-MAY: Ana Božičević & Mel Elberg

These events are made possible, in part, by the New York State Council on the Arts with the support of Governor Andrew Cuomo and the New York State Legislature.

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Bruitage & The Concession Stand

A film and poetry event

GLENDALE, CA The filmmaker of Bruitage, Hrayr Anmahouni and the poet, Arpine Konyalian Grenier to present Bruitage & The Concession Stand at the Glendale Public Library Auditorium, 222 East Harvard Street, on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 4pm.

Both film-maker and poet navigate the uncharted as they create an evocative grammar of soul, self, and society – a straying into the unknown of the known, a wisdom that comes from cultural memory and its subtractions.

The program is organized by Abril bookstore and is sponsored by The Glendale Public library.

Contact: Elizabeth Grigorian at egrigorian@ci.glendale.ca.us or call (818) 548-3288.

Arpine Konyalian Grenier reading in Chicago, IL

because this therefore that, who what where when why how regardless, mired in or sorting out or faced with the cruel and unusual we travel through daily ordinary impermanence, quarkly and celebratory, as per Le Roman de la Rose, for example

Commemorative Poetry Reading


Arpine Konyalian Grenier


April 26, 2009, 7:00 PM

Myopic Books
1564 N. Milwaukee Ave, Chicago

Heather Fuller (Washington Review):
varied registers sources and textures of language… provocative and engaging… sublime

Kevin Killian (Krupskaya):
long list of strengths… always coming up with what Eliot might have called one’s objective correlative... she takes us out of our provincial concentration on American life to encompass broader social and geopolitical issues, tying them cleverly to the personal – relationships histories feeling.

Celia L. Alvarez (Jacket Magazine):
a mosaic of narrative best referred to as political eco-feminism … passionate rather than simply driven by sociopolitical concerns … with a decidedly urban and postmodern sensibility… engages with language on its most primal, semiotic level … brings together the languages of science, gender, and politics to question the ways in which we relate to one another … meaning is accumulated rather than created.

Arpine Konyalian Grenier: Kessab, Syria

In my memory
you are
not a prairie dream
revisited
not a distorted shoot
from early spring
not a purple-stoned sceptre
nor the remnants of a blind man's dog
but a veil I wear
when blood scratches
my brain searching
for cradle
the sound of wedding drums
approaching
the wait of moon brides
unravished bodies
willing sweet sable
to a stride.


From the volume St Gregory's Daughter, Copyright 1991 Arpine Konyalian Grenier

Arpine Konyalian Grenier reading in New York City

Reading: Arpine Konyalian Grenier
Unnameable Books, Brooklyn
September 28, 5PM


because of light the additional
lurking to be registered

while light slowly if it were
ordinary language terrain
life riding over

one bears witness to
with the body and place of an absent body
without the need to establish voice

disclosing addressing negotiating
for place




Poems from published and unpublished manuscripts:

St. Gregory’s Daughter; Whores from Samarkand;
After the Trading;
The Cables Set, The Light; Silk, Paper, Gunpowder;
If it weren’t for; The Concession Stand;
Part, Part Euphrates.




Arpine Konyalian Grenier is a poet turned scientist and musician. Her work has appeared in How2, Columbia Poetry Review, The Iowa Review, Phoebe, Big Bridge, diode and elsewhere, including several anthologies. Part, Part Euphrates (NeO Pepper Press, 2007) is her latest publication.

Arpine Konyalian Grenier: Maiden of light

                                  sorrow -
what belongs to no one
transplanted then lost
to lamentations

such is the credo of desire
neither who nor what in the throat
possibility of throat still

how one dreams this as one forgets
the horizon disseminates
another trembling

the feeling is mutual she said
time is ripe against the habit

4:30     Where are you?
5:00     Where are you?
6:00     Where are you? I am hungry!
7:00     But where are you??

who are like clouds in what appears
ut mi ut where-to-fore Hildegard
ut deeply in Bingen sound
I retrieve of 13th Century
advent mi colour shine
shaped intrusion

the intelligent shall shine the issue
a women's disease considered secular
intruding chelating lamentations
                                                                       the data

within a system that does not surface distortion
the finger of infinity points at some
end of location as event
reiterates event
as wish
                             locating itself

go little one I am coming she said

what couldn't/didn't align
our mothers would
otherwise lament

you tell me I don't have to leave home
how would that make me happy
it's better when you know
that you don't know

who are like clouds
do not have home

of which I scorch the lamenting
you me the data shine out there
instrument holders

I too light too small cannot lift cannot simulate/duplicate what cannot be held at Bingen so like the young man to his mother "perhaps you were too strict with me you know I was so sensitive perhaps I obeyed too much perhaps"
                             a cause to shine chelates

a second wind to the promise and its terror
then light losing to light to discover
where?? which??
the dream
                        secret

data losing the dream then lamenting
the cold without the problem
a shining secret

"shine shine the intelligent shall" says the Book of Daniel
  my voice returning to me then in fire without
  darkness merging an animal's additional en
sof innards neutered with data lament
causing the shine itself
a start as event
                                            terror in parody

                                                                         located

                                            spark lesioned then whitened

                                                                                                                secret

talk to me you ethnic question with such small a fist of terms
do you believe the words given you the desert's
order of hexes coming into tolerate
not understand?

           the clerical task the rigour
           to float the random
                                                       to empty
                                                                                 lamentations

red fire shaping in yellow the lament
fire fire then shine shaped bridge
                                                                                 blackened authority
                                                                                           these clouds

there isn't enough data to empty the desert's gibbet
she dared point at the basics still falling
falling parallel/future/ verb
                                                             nouns mattered

matter relates to such mending of death
not light nor dark clicked
botanical function
simulated as if
                                   or

duplicated so there’s no other
disclosed as or shoved into

                             beware

a finger points at forced flames attracted to light
as her verbing graces the hollow

this is not the end
does that matter??
                                         sorrow

a system of distortions accessorized
when otherwise believing as not caring
mine there for a week on its way to the desert
for years I do not know how will come to pass
me slow roasting and not well
moving through clouds
                                                      one way

though that may be neutralized
one overcomes hollow
data choke it forward and backward
to before and after the sorrow
lambed to chickened
left to right losing
the self as i
                                         mother

about to disclose hers to undo the covering
the distorting nevertheless iterates as point
itself rusted in horizon's nest of points
we call global the globe then

                               a point more so to my liking

like darkness to light so lamented its expansion
which whole which part awr to awir blackened
fire from the white's white and best
                                                                                 sourced

and I really looking for a perfect red yellow
but that is not the rectangle 6 feet under
eroding the rush its sauce
                                                                       I stall

up with a new combine one cannot invest
because it has no ratio though lots to do
you me the data

a one way watch dog a bug
down an angle streaked couplet
ether without

yet data are needed no more for shine
beyond the veil and its uncovering
a one way sentence intrudes
the heading ecce homo

                                                                the rest Delphic

a dialect mourns every so many years
the good life phrase
                                                                sorrow

           lie in the mud of its repair
                                    stop thought

at mi at mitt beyond
timed and placed by the realms of light
the additional subtracting itself

                                         cloud
                                                                       there
                                                                                     always there

Copyright Arpine Konyalian Grenier, 2007
This poem has appeared in the August 2007 issue otoliths, published in Australia.


Arpine Konyalian Grenier holds graduate degrees from the American University of Beirut and the Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts, Bard College, New York. Her work has appeared in numerous journals including anthologies. She has repeatedly been chosen finalist for the National Poetry Series and the Greg Grummer Award, has authored two volumes of poetry, and a chapbook is forthcoming from NeOpp Pepper Press.