I spent part of last night at Lou's Little Corner Bar w/ The Haven people and the rest of it at Hem's for the readers from The Squirrel Hill Poetry Workshop (or: the Squirrels).
The Haven: the group this week was four people not including me. It's an intimate space and they mostly workshop fiction, while drinking much beer and smoking a little pot, in the back porch of Lou's. Not much else to report besides that... I only stayed for ~30 minutes.
The Squirrell Hill Poetry Workshop: all the readers were either wearing orange or supposed to be wearing orange, in recognition of the issue of gun violence. There were about 13 readers! It was a long show! From what I've read Karen Lillis write about putting together a show, you probably should only have four or five; the event dragged, man! That's not to say the readers weren't good. There was a consistently high level of skill. Here are some of their last lines:
"Love is the loser in tennis, doesn't fare well in life either."
"Consider how even the most decisive action is mimicry"
"No longer chasing illusions of love/ I have had 20 years to value yours"
"We take things, not just because we have no money, but because we have parts missing."
"I regret nothing in my life, except I didn't stay in Paris with that other man"
"What is history but war? The rest is punctuation."
(Ann Curran, Erin Garstka, Christine Doreian Michaels, Rosaly DeMaios Roffman, Joanne Samraney, & Shirley Stevens)
Ziggy Edwards had a killer poem about Hansel & Gretel in space, and all of Shirley Stevens' poems were brutal. --poetryburgh@gmail.com
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