|Cheryl A. Rice, Don Levy, Josh McIntyre|
I went first, to set the fire, turn the spit, bast the …, well you know. It had occurred to me that my relationship with Don is longer than I've had with any women since I was married, going back to the early 1990s at the QE2, & quoted as best I could from memory his "condom poem." After telling some stories (for which I cannot vouch the accuracy) I ended with a reading of Don's poem "Once I Had a Secret Love, for Dan Wilcox."
Poor Mary Crane was just passing through the area on her way back home to eastern Washington state & got caught up the night's craziness; she read 3 poems, but without titles, sensuous, & about being a poet & a woman. Josh McIntyre did a short poem in rhyme, "Midnight Choir." Carolee Sherwood said she doesn't "do" roasts & read instead her poems "Taking Credit for a Sunny Day" for her son Ben & a piece on marriage "According to the Recipe."
The slam championship poet Brett Axel has settled in this area & offered a couple of jokes in the spirit of the evening, then a poem on gay marriage, playing off the expression "God's will." Dave Kime was one of a group from the mid-Hudson area who came up to taste the roast; he declaimed, as we say, "It's All About Me!" then a piece about riding into the redneck town of Pine Plains. Leslie was back with the recitation of "Birth of a Phoenix.'
Sally Rhoades followed with a gentle remembrance of meeting Don for the first time at a reading at the Palais Royale on Jefferson St. Sylvia Barnard has returned from her time in England with her account of the effects of Hurricane Irene way over there, "Hurricane Aftermath." The last poet was a new voice, Tammy, trying out her poem in rhyme "These Tears" to bury hatred.
It's not always a roast, but always fun (& good food & drinks too) at McGeary's on Clinton Square, usually the last Monday of the month (but not always), about 8PM (or thereabouts).