As I said there is no black door (although, hopefully, there is a back door), at the Skyline bar on, well, the bar's flyers say "90 N. Pearl St." but there is no entrance on North Pearl, the door (not black) is on Sheridan Ave.
The host, R.M. Engelhardt, read some poems by John Berryman, not the usual 19th Century romantic stuff, so that was a decent start. He was backed up by "Love is the Devil" (Kim 13 & W. Das Gift). Later during the open mic he read with the band, included a Dungeons & Dragons poem, Arcadia. There was a spate of poets a few years back writing dragon & damsels poems but they have seemed to move on. I think we should be thankful.
A couple new poets out this night: Andrew Hough with a political rant bashing American media (an easy enough target) & Lisa Crenshaw with personal poems of introduction & change.
Shaun Baxter read Bukowski's "Poetry Reading" & some of his own limericks. Margot Lynch, did a rambling rant, back from Florida (looking like she just came back from Florida).
This was the first featured reading for Karen Gazzardi James, whom I've seen read at the former open mic at the Moon & River Cafe. Her poems are mostly personsal statements in clunky meters & rhymes, & made me wonder (never got a chance to ask her) who are the poets she reads? Her work showed no connection to anything written in about the last 100 years. She seems to mostly publish her poems on MySpace ("Ren"). She needs to get to the public library & start pulling poets off the shelves & to get out to more open mics & hear what other people are writing. We all have to begin somewhere. Her poem "A Lost Orgasm" got the best response (!); of course most poems about masturbating at work usually do.
In a self-referential mood, I read a list of proposed titles for poems that Dan Nester had sent out when the Behind the Egg reading was cancelled for the Feb. blizzard. I made a few alterations & Shaun seemed to like "Puppies & Flowers", so watch for it.
I think Jason Dalaba gets his reading-voice accent out of a Twinnings Tea sample pack; "Sex & Math" (best title of the night) & "Wonder Woman" were fun.
Chris Brabham read a new one about the angel of death unplugged & there was Finnegan again with a string of stuff going over his alloted time/poem limit, memorably the unsettling "A Butterfly is Dying".
Second Tuesday of each month, starts about 8:00; in the meanwhile, as Uncle Wiggly used to say, I think I'll go check out Margot in a bathing suit on MySpace.