As I write this, a heavy stone owl is staring at me.

Thanks Gen. You're an ass kicker.


I wanted to give everyone the line-up for the reading, share an event, make a thought then get the hell out of this blog!!! AAHHHHHH!!

The List of People Who Will Be Reading Poetry at This Poetry Reading Is:
Jon Desjardins
Sara Kennedy
Adam Mitchell
&
Adam Rzepka
(they have the same first name. last time we had two Ians. Coincidence?...Yes)

Also we may have another poet or two tossed in there. I still have to sort some shit out.

I was invited to a reading up at Eastern Michigan's Student Center by Nick Vanderpool. I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but I believe it's for Anna Vitale's poetry performance class. It's going down Monday, December 14th at 6pm in the EMU Student Center Auditorium. I'm planning on going! Yeehaw! Support your local student poets, and convince them to grow up and become a poet.

If I got the details on that event wrong, please, someone, let me know.

Something else I was thinking about
People often talk about poetry as being read. But often I hear people talking about it being "done". I'm not sure what is the cause of this semantic difference. Maybe "done" sounds less professional than "read", and people often are SO SCARED to call themselves actual poets (akin to hipsterism). If you say that you're going to read your poetry that makes it sound like you actually write poetry which can be read, as opposed to coincidentally having some poems on you which you can then "do."
Or...perhaps it's appealing to poetry being actually so tactile, visual, physical and performative. If your poetry is you staring at a dishwasher, are you really reading, or are you just doing? Do we open up the verb in order to include dishwasher staring into the realm of poetry?
Or, what I think is probably the case is maybe poetry can't be read, but only ever "done" which means...it only can ever be had sex with.

(That last sentence was a grammatical explosion which I realize could be lethal since it results in someone having sexual relations with something else - for which I apologize. I just hope that the entity on the receiving end of that awkward sentence that ends in a preposition is happy and feels fulfilled. Also, sorry to talk about grammar.)

So long and keep it real.

Mothing it up

Storytelling is a gift. One that I think we all appreciate in some form or another. Usually, when I want to hear a story I have to wait until I know someone well enough and they have to be in the mood and we have to use protection – it’s a real hassle. The Moth cuts through all that red tape and gives up the goods.

You may at this point be throwing your hands up in confusion – stop doing that. I know you want to know what The Moth is and I’m going to let their website tell you:

The Moth, a not-for-profit storytelling organization, was founded in New York in 1997 by poet and novelist George Dawes Green, who wanted to recreate in New York the feeling of sultry summer evenings on his native St. Simon's Island, Georgia, where he and a small circle of friends would gather to spin spellbinding tales on his friend Wanda's porch. After moving to New York, George missed the sense of connection he had felt sharing stories with his friends back home, and he decided to invite a few friends over to his New York apartment to tell and hear stories. Thus the first "Moth" evening took place in his living room. Word of these captivating story nights quickly spread, and The Moth moved to bigger venues in New York. Today, The Moth conducts eight ongoing programs and has brought more than 3,000 live stories to over 100,000 audience members.

Bingo. They don’t use notes or read from a page (just like when you tell your dear old friends a tale). Plus did you see the founder is a poet novelist, how exciting!

So what does this mean for us, the Sexy Poet Society? After all we are not the Sexy Storytellers Society, or the Sexy Moth Society, or the Sexy Shopping Society – although that last one might be nice because of the alliteration. The answer is this: we can do our own Moth style reading! interspersed with poetry of course.

I am all about trying to keep the SPS frickety fresh, and I believe that interspersing live storytelling like this or even written fiction (read in an exciting way and less than 1,000 words) could also function quite well. When we had the Adams read, they each brought their own narrative style, which was a nice contrast to the more experimental, experiential, absurdist styles of the other poets.

Regardless of if we attempt such a venture the Moth is something I want you all to know about. There is a Moth in Detroit that claims to have monthly readings; mayhap we’ll all take a visit down there one day.

I encourage you all to go to www.themoth.org and search the moth at This American Life, because they’ve cherry picked some primo Moth stories.

Check this one out (Act Two):

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1328

Another recent favorite from 11/9/2009, George Dawes Green: The Shotgun Party. Get at that one through your iTunes.

Detroit Moth Readings are on the first Thursday of each month at:

Cliff Bell's
2030 Park Avenue
Detroit, MI 48226

Next Reading - Tuesday, Dec. 22nd @ 5:30pm

It'll be going down at Beezy's Cafe again, which is such a wonderful place for this sort of thing, though cozy so come early to get a seat.

We're holding it so close to Christmas so I figure we'll gain some people and lose a few others (we call those people suckers.) I'll try to think of some super-lame gimmicky-as-hell but so-absolutely-memorable avant-garde audience participation Holiday-themed sideshow. (THAT SENTENCE WENT BANG!)

I'm looking for about 5 people (5ish. 5 people and one 1/2 person would be fine) to read. They're still getting nailed down, so let me know if you're interested.

And I leave you with some pictures of erotic magnetic poetry:



Jamie surveys the possibilities

Here's one tasteful example

Peace, love and memories,
Theresa

Reading before Christmas?

Hey everybody. Just a quick question for quick answers. I'm stirring around in my head the idea of pulling off another reading before Christmas, but I'm curious if peeps will be around or are planning on leaving?
If Christmas seems like a stretch, lets just put it off til January.

But the upside of having it around Christmas is that we can all dress up like different Santa Clauses.

I've had a lot of people tell me they're interested in reading, so start giving me some for-sures and I'll chisel you onto my list of readers. My list is made out of gold - hence the chisel.

Hope to hear from you guys.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipb_PeXOdT4&NR=1

I'm glad they're around to serve and protect.

The story is that the girl called the cop a name when they confiscated her shoes. Naturally, this is the only response to such an obviously dangerous assault like name calling. And it's a damn good thing this guy had back-up...goodness knows what the teenaged girl would have done had there not been two, large, male, adult police officers there to handle her. And it's a good thing she has hair to get hold of; how else would he ever have gotten her off the floor had she not?

And cops wonder why we're "unduly afraid" of them...

New Blog Duh & How the Reading Went

Why hello.
I started a blog so that we can bind together to form a more perfect union.
If I like you and you're interested in contributing content, and or posting event information, and you're not a total d-bag - let me know and I'll figure out how to do that & shit.

I also plan on linking to everyone's blogs so that everyone can know who is a part of us, so once again, fill me in.

AND THIS JUST GOES TO SAY: As far as "who is a part of us" - it's always fluid, and the amount of your involvement is up to you. It's not like we have secret meetings in the woods, or wear cloaks or anything. SPS is the vehicle for packaging and distributing poetry to the community, and you are a part when you want to be a part of that. So none of this "I'm not a part of your club because I don't know the secret handshake" stuff. If you'd like to join in the fun, talk to me about it and read the blog. Calling it a "society" is just to spoof on that one movie we all had to watch in high school.

The reading last Monday, Nov. 16th at Beezy's Cafe was a tremendous success, guys. Ian, Iain, Nick, Andrew, Tony, Jamie & Theresa (also goes by "myself") read their work. If you made it out, thanks again! We had a great audience who didn't text message on their cellphones and were interested in hearing poetry. We packed out the place!

Immediately afterward (literally) I had people saying they wanted to read their work next time, so to me, it really went as well as it could have.
"Next time" might be in December before Christmas, if we can pull it off (which I'd say we can.) I'd love to find fresh meat and maybe have a few of the same voices we had last time.

Theresa "promoting" the event - but actually just drinking bourbon at work.

Andrew at the Brewery at the post-reading party.

Iain & Stu boozing at the Brewery afterward.

Thanks everyone for being so devilishly attractive and wonderful. I look forward to getting acquainted with your majesty more and more.