Photo by Glenn Werner |
Robert Milby, the whirling dervish of the lower Hudson Valley poetry scene, read next & he too likes to begin with someone else's poem, tonight Thomas Kinsella's "Ancestor." His poems are often situated in the natural world, such as "July's Slash & Burn," the family story "Catherine's Oaks," & "Flood Plain," even his "Coyote" poem about finding a roadkill. He included a couple with references to classical music, "Rosamunde Revisited" & one on hearing Brahms on his radio in the kitchen & backyard. From his chapbook Crow Weather (Fierce Grace Press, 2009) he read "The Memory of Fire" & "The Dead Have No Truth" (after reading Anne Sexton). Other poems from writing were "Barrows Full of Bones & Memory" (after reading Dracula) & "Contracting Hank" (Bukowski, of course). & what would be a Milby reading without a ghost poem? He ended with one, "The Green Medusa."
After a too-long break the surprising long line of open mic poets began. Were all these folks in the house when I & Milby read? Glenn Werner, who also makes poetry happen in the area, began the open mic explaining tidal bore, followed by Ken Howard with a couple poems. Chris Peña's 2 poems ranged from tender to vicious, while husband Tony Peña's "Day Tripper" was a rambling druggie surrealistic romp. Robert Phelps' poems were trees & squirrels, followed by "Ivan Smirnoff" with an accent that sounded more Irish than Russian. Another local stalwart, Christopher Wheeling read a just-written piece & "The Ink Well" (revising the title at the mic), then John Douglas with a portrait of a recluse, followed by Kenaya Massaline also with a brand-new poem & tender one for a late friend, "Dear Raoul."
Hayden Wayne read Cherokee & English from his book, whose title I missed. Stephen Coyle read O.P.P. (a poem by someone else), launched into a lecture about corruption in Iraq (duh!) then wanted to do another poem (after already going way too long) & someone, who didn't sound like either of the tag-team hosts said to go ahead. This was indicative of the chaotic way the open mic was being run. After the first couple of poets neither of the hosts came up to the mic to announce the next reader, but called out the name from the back of the room. Sometimes people were still applauding, sometimes the name was unclear but I'm sure I'm not the only one who frequently didn't know who was reading. It's not just important for a nut like me trying to keep the archives accurate, but also does a disservice to the poet themselves: when I get up to read I want the folks in the audience to know who I am, what my name is. Fortunately for me I was able to hijack the sign-up sheet before heading out.
Ras Negus reads Mutabaruka |
It had been a long night, at least for those of us here from the beginning. Calling All Poets! is held each first Friday at the Howland Cultural Center in Beacon, NY, 8PM, with featured poets & an open mic. The website doesn't seem to be up to date on the schedule, but can give you directions.
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