don’t forget about the poet’s market, an untitled [intersection] event!
I am pleased that poems are coming into the Shore Tags project, as well as shells! I’ll update the Shore Tags site as soon as I can. I’ve been so busy getting ready for tonight’s presentation and reading that I haven’t been able to post on Shore Tags about all the great submissions and donations I’ve received.
You can see a few of the poems in the image above. I’m using this piece as a handout tonight so people can learn more about the project. You can click on the image to see it larger. And once you click through, you’ll need to click on the image to size it to 100%.
Here are the reading details:
When: 7 p.m. tonight, Dec. 13, 2008
Where: Phinney Neighborhood Center, 6532 Phinney Ave. N, Seattle WA 98103
What: Gifts of poetry to experience and buy, as well as a poetry reading and an unexpected poetry experience
Who: Jeff Crandell, glass poems. C. Albert, poetry collages. Dana Guthrie Martin (that’s me) Shore Tags hermit crab housing poetry project. Love Boyd, a living poem.
Don’t run off yet, because I have other news. First, Nathan and I have a collaborative poem in the current issue of Qarrtsiluni. It’s called “The Juke Box Needle Hovers Over ‘Could We Start Again Please’ from the “Jesus Christ Superstar” Soundtrack.” You can read it and listen to it here.
And, I have a first draft of a poem up at Quarrel. Quarrel is a unique site with an intriguing concept. Here’s how they describe it:
Quarrel is a blog where five poets will share work from the very first rough draft and take you through their revision process to the polished poem. The crazy poets joining together on this adventure are none other than some proud homo’s: Dustin Brookshire, Kate Evans, Christopher Hennessy, and Charles Jensen. In an effort not to be too gay they have picked up a token straight poet, Genevieve Lyons.
Dustin asked me to be their second guest poet. He told me I had to submit a first draft, not something I noodled with or edited in any way. It was hard for me, but I complied. Because, as we all know, I always do as I am told. You can find my first draft here.
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I’m really looking forward to it. You’ll be great.
Andre, bring Fiona’s poem!
Sure thing. I have the handwritten copy in my bag and I’ll bring the full “edited” version too, unless you’ve already printed that out.
Will you print it out in small print, like a fortune cookie and cut it out so it’s on a piece of paper about the size of a fortune cookie?
I’m not sure it’ll all fit on something that size. If not I’ll pull out an excerpt. Gimme a call if you want me to do something else with it.
Just bring it however. We can deal with the form later.
Good luck tonight. I listened to you read your amazing poem with Nathan, what a great piece! Your voice is lovely, just right for reading poems. And talking of course, that too.
I really like your poem at Quarrel too. Doesn’t need much fiddling in my opinion, I like it how it is. But I’m sure you’ll do things to it I just can’t imagine, right?
Christine, I’ve been editing my Quarrel poem, and I think I am making it worse. We’ll see when I post it. Everyone can be the judge.
I feel like I sound harsh in that recording, shrill. Especially against Nathan’s smooth, deep voice.
Have a great time tonight Dana.
Nathan, I feel NERVOUS! Eek!
Knock ‘em dead, as my mother always says to me.
I can’t wait to see the whole of that Sherwood poem. Very very nice.
Dave, I haven’t even seen the rest of that Sherwood poem. Where is it, Carolee? Give it up!
I’m currently on the phone with Dana, and she wants to share that she’s been driving almost 2 hours and still isn’t close to the event space yet. Normally, it would take about 30-40 minutes, but we’re having some nasty weather here in Seattle tonight.
I came back to read the broadside. I love each one. The student shows true insight and sensitivity. It must feel good to have inspired the creativity.
Carolee’s poem is wonderful!
It took me more than three hours to get there, and I only live about 15 miles away from the venue! Aaaargh. Curse Seattle and its rainy/windy weather!
It was great, though. I left early enough that I still managed to arrive on time. I passed some of the shells around, and someone in the audience was so moved by Carolee’s poem (which I’d written on a shell) that he asked if he could read it aloud for the group. How awesome is that?
Oh, and Dave — someone else there asked me if I’d had work in Qarrtsiluni. What a small world. Oh, and Mimi printed up your post about Shore Tags, Dave. She had copies there for people to take. Isn’t that sweet?
(She’s being modest. She had the audience eating out of her hand!)
(Andre, people can still hear you when you talk inside parentheses.)
Hey, thanks for coming. And thanks for being on the phone with me for three hours helping me find alternative routes to take to get there. That was The Good Times, indeed.
Wasn’t the best part where I gave Julia Massey my handmade chapbook and she gave me a copy of her CD, Moons & Stars Convene? I simply love the barter system. Now if only I could convince my mortgage company to barter with me. Man, she’s a great musician.
(Shhhhh…)
No problem. I still wonder if staying on 520 would have been faster.
Andre, it doesn’t matter now. We navigate in the moment. How can we know which route is truly the best?
We don’t. But even if that route worked out ok, it’s human nature to retrospectively contemplate the alternative. At least that’s in my nature.
You’ll have a blast.
dana — thanks for sharing the news that someone read the excerpt from “systole” at the event. i’m moved by it — and not just b/c i’m hormonal at the moment.
the full piece is here: systole. it may be as close as this girl comes to writing a love poem, but i explain that all in the pre-poem ramble at the post.
i am not so different from a hermit crab, really. (and my zodiac sign is cancer, the crab, so there you go.)
oh — you’ll need the password. email me: caroleesherwood [at] gmail [dot] com
Andre, I am there with you, buddy. I am always analyzing data then re-analyzing it when I have more data. It wears. Sometimes I just want to play hopscotch or drink Pepsi. Why can’t I have a normal human life? Carry a parasol, perhaps?
Jo, I did have a blast!
Carolee, I’m hormonal, too! Blasted birth control pills!
Oh, the whole poem. How exciting! Let me go see …
You just wrote it! It’s so lovely. If you *wanted* to send me the whole piece, I would happily post it on Shore Tags. If you want to hold off on that and send it out for publication first, then once it’s run allow me to run it on Shore Tags, that would be swell, too.
It’s a beautiful piece. Simply beautiful. You capture fragility so well.
I’ll pick up parasols for both of us, Feldman
I’m sorry I didn’t get here in time to say have fun, but it sounds like it was very cool …
And Christine’s right, you have such a great, clear reading voice. You sound like I imagined you would.
Nice to spot Ruth’s poem there and to think of a New Zealand poem decorating a home for a North American hermit crab