Here we are...

...a group of Baby Boomers of sundry religious,
political and cultural orientations, who have been
meeting at the Voorheesville Public Library since 1991
to read and discuss each other's poems.

We include old fathers and young grandmothers,
artists and musicians, and run-of-the-mill eccentrics.
Writers are welcome to stop in and stay if they like us.

Some of Us

Some of Us
Dennis Sullivan, Beverly Osborne, Tom Corrado, Edie Abrams, Art Willis, Alan Casline (all seated); Paul Amidon, Mike Burke, Tim Verhaegen, Mark O'Brien, Barbara Vink, Philomena Moriarty

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Santa at Smit's

Ten poets - the new time and system seems to be working and we finished a little early, actually.

As for our poems - Paul had an "existential breakthrough", Ryu made conversation, Mike contributed a Valentine poem with a deadly ending. Art presented an unusual piece we decided to work on for performance. And, personally, I felt that Dennis wrote a masterpiece.

Only five of us made it to Smit's, where Santa Dennis treated us with a gift certificate from a Christmas appearance. Btw, new management at Nichol's has Mark scheduled to work on Thursday nights indefinitely. You will have to see him in the aisles for a while.

Poetry day is definitely April 14 and begins with pot luck brunch here at the library at 11 a.m. Joyce's husband Steve and some of his fellow musicians from Comhaltus will be joining us to add a little Irish music to the festivities. I encourage all of you to work on something outstanding for the event - performance pieces, collaborations, costumes (!) - and ask friends and relatives to drop in. We will quit when we run out of steam, or by 4 p.m., whichever comes first.

Two from our midst are leaving the country next week: Dennis to Ireland and Mike to Mexico. Happy trails.

Next Thursday is Lifelines with Ally in charge.

As for me, this week I have dyed the gray out of my hair and rushed the dog to the vet so they could make him barf up a half bag of Hershey's kisses. I guess that's all.
Lily Alys (bv)

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations to the head Bloggo for organizing this wonderful, however incipient it might be, site.

    I am still waiting for the great field trip, when all of us Thursday nite’s poets see each other in our best and worst traveling models—planes, trains, and automobiles.

    That venture will be the source of much poesy—I do not know how much of it great—but it will be like being at camp for a day and that is enough poesy in itself.

    Those in the Capital Region who would like to see some first-rate poets read first-rate poetry and first-rate readers and first-rate critics respond in a first-rate style, you might like to search our little coterie out. Notice all the first-rates? No extra charge.

    Reading Baudelaire this morning from his Flowers of Evil I was taken with the first line of the poem “Spleen ” J’ai plus de souvenirs que si j’avais mille ans.” “I have more memories than if I’d lived a thousand years.”

    When I read that, I thought: I can say the same about feelings.

    Peace and love,