This was the 2nd gathering at Indian Ladder Farms, Altamont (depending upon which side of the road you are on), NY for this poetry open mic. A bigger crowd this time, with some shuffling around to find adequate space for the readers & their companions, & delays to hook up sound. It was a very busy day at the Farms & there was loud recorded music being piped out to the patio where most of the folks were, which the poets had to contend with.
Our host, Avery Stempel, of Collar City Mushrooms, based here at Indian Ladder Farms, got us started with one of his poems, “One Task at a Time,” celebrating the little things in life. He suggested that we modify the language in our reading in deference to the families in attendance who might not be used to the “frank language of modern poetry” (as they used to say on WBAI when broadcasting a poetry readings).
I was up next with 2 poems, & the first, “Last Train to Clarksville,” a Haibun, contained “frank language” in the Haiku, which I changed to a euphemism; my 2nd poem from a trip to Philadelphia was "The Sparrows of Amtrak" which didn't have that issue. David Gonsalves read about a day to make things up in his poem “Spring Song,” then the poem “Drive” about a drive through his name.
Edie Abrams read a poem about the alphabet, the 26 letters expanding words at our command. Larry Rapant also made a rare appearance at an open mic with a sports-themed “Flag on the Play.” Carrie Coada began with a piece about the jars that as a kid she caught spiders & flies in, then to a Cento composed of lines from the writing of Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
The venerable elder scholar poet Dennis Sullivan signed up as “Harry Johnson,” as if it was the 1at day of 8th grade, & began by reading a poem by Howard Kogan “What Remains” from his 2023 collection Before I Forget (Square Circle Press), then his own poem “A Short Prayer at Day’s End,” about a prurient encounter with a bar maid.
Tom Corrado, who each year edits the aforementioned Poem-a-Day event during each April, read a poetic summary (much, much shorter) of Marcel Proust’s monumental novel/memoir A la recherche du temps perdu, then from his ever-expanding collection of “Screen Dumps” number 859, a prodigious work arguably comparable to that of Marcel Proust. Sally Rhoades read a new, self-assertive piece, “I Am the Ancient Mariner,” then a poem about dancing to the music, “Being Myself Against the Wind.”
Soon after we all went home, I learned from Avery that his sojourn at Indian Ladder Farms presenting poetry on the 4th Sunday of the month has been cancelled, apparently because some poets crossed the line that the management felt was inappropriate for general, family audiences. This is a recurring issue with us folks organizing community events. Late night bars or hipster coffee shops don’t usually have an issue with content or language. Venues that are primarily draws for families pose a different problem. Avery told me that he is looking for another venue for his nascent Sunday poetry open mic series. Stay tuned.
