duende, ibuprofen & me (the day after)
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Glassy eyed and ready to speak fire?
"Zack Holding Up Wall,"
March 15, 2006
Thank you Dick and Laura for your wonderful comments. I thought a quick, one-note response lost in the comment box would take away from the fun of last night … so I am writing to you both a fuller, heavily spell-checked, two-note response instead.
Pain not withstanding last night was a blast. About twenty people turned up, some friends I bribed into coming (heehee), a couple of people who heard I was doing Spanish poetry and some strangers I'd never seen before. I read four translations of Garcia Lorca, Romance de la Luna, Luna, Prendimiento de Antoñito el Camborio, Muerte De Antoñito El Camborio and Muerto de amor along with little bits of explaining so the audience would understand. Sometimes banter can get out of hand and you listen to more explanation than actual poetry. I think last night there was just enough.
After that I read some of my own poetry, Leviathan Suckling about the time I went to Baja, Mexico, to see the gray whales birth, Oil Rig Nocturne about wishing to buy a decommissioned oil rig from Exxon for a dollar to turn it into a creative writing colony and several of The Syn Sonnets.
Then we opened the floor up to an open mic performance and had a healthy turn out of poets read their own work. I am always fascinated and delighted we have so much talent in Lansing. Several were first time readers at the Creole and they were wonderful! I especially liked Laura's poem based on Fiddler on the Roof.1
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- One of the more depressing musicals that scarred my childhood, I had nightmares of being sent to Siberia years after my folks took me to see a performance when I was in fifth grade. [back]
March 18th, 2006 at 10:42 am
Thank you for the warm welcome and mentioning me! I feels so special now. I’m glad you enjoyed my work. I have written more since then. Perhaps I’ll bring them tonight, if I refin them enough. You did a FANTASTIC job by the way. I enjoyed your banter and especially the way you acted out the words. I love seeing people talk with their hands, and often wonder how they would talk without them. Ever try sitting on your hands and having a conversation? It’s quite hard. Even in written words, such as typing, we talk with our hands.