Last night...
Despite my somewhat froggy voice (which Ada & Meghan generously described as sexy), I managed not to cough during my reading and read some new poems including my contribution to Shafer Hall's Operation Tiger, plus a few from each chapbook. And Marie Ponsot is
the coolest. She gave a mesmerizing reading, complete with a poem about the ritual lopping off of male genitalia, which had Susanne in stitches and Chris in a panic. She says "dactyl" is not only a metrical foot but also another name for a maenad--who'd a thunk it? She called us "children" when she mentioned she started school in 1926 (?) and wrote a certain poem in 1950. She sported a button that said "STILL AGAINST THE WAR." I want to grow up to be just like her.
Here's a
report from Daniel Nester, with photos.
Dan also coerced a couple of post reading audio reviews from kindly cohorts.
Here and
here.
It was lovely to see Jen & Ada after weeks of being cooped up in my office, and Maureen, and Susanne, and Dan, and Chris, and Sean, and Jordan, and Meghan, and Jimmy. Thanks for coming out, y'all. It's so damn nice to read to a room full of friends.
