Got out to my first poetry cabaret since I went to The Beautiful and the Damned (BuDa) last month. I’ve been so in the thick of The Lazarus Kiss edits I haven’t been able to focus properly on poetry edits. The last few open stages I hit I used old material, so it was time to break out some new pieces. I have to be careful not to use prose edit attitude for poetry – even though story line is important in both – in poetry I try keep the language flow a little more playful.
I’ve been using my Kindle for readings to cut down on the amount of paper I have to deal with. Is the Kindle any better for the environment? Anyway – it is certainly easier to handle than loose pages at the mic. I bump up the font size, save it as a PDF & load what I’m going to read onto the Kindle. It’s kinda cool to see my name as authors.
Lizzie Violet, the first feature, rocked the stage in leopard skin with a fun set that was a mix of horror, childhood memories & relationship ironies. A love poem to a ghost asked it to ‘make the writing on the wall clearer.’ Like her I once buried a baby sibling in stuffed animals – learning, the hard way, the difference between affection and attempted asphyxiation. The set was well-pace and heartfelt. She’ll be hosting the BuDa’s October’s Day Of The Dead themed show.
Helen Posno was the second feature. Her pieces were introspective with strong nature imagery. Her stage presence was ‘a boat pulling at its tether’ (from one her pieces) that longed to break free. Peter Lynch delivered one of her monologues and really broke free with a stunning and moving performance.
Final musical feature was Kat Leonard with a fun and emotion set. Her Depp song was sweet, sexy and rocking. Fuck Cancer gave anger, grief & loss a rare combination of humor and pain. This woman can sing too. Great theatrical sense of stage and excellent use of the stripper pole.
Open stagers were all excellent. I hit the mic in the first set – my new pieces worked well – two still need better endings but that’ll come. My third piece was a real audience pleaser. You’ll have to come to my June Art Bar feature to hear it.
I’ll be hosting BuDa next month. For those who like to plan ahead I’ll be featuring at the BuDa October show with some of the darker piece.
Here’s one of the new pieces – still in search of an ending:
my dad never gave me that talk
the one about the birds and the bees
about how the man sticks
his whowie into a woman’s wowie
I guess he expected me learn about sex
the way he did
from an older brother
too bad I didn’t have one
or maybe it was from his army buddies
I never had army buddies
never fought in a war
we never had that sex talk
about whowie’s and wowie’s
the basics came from school yard smutty talk
technical information from playboy penthouse
found a book hidden in a drawer
color plates as exciting as a terrain map
I don’t recall any man-to-man talks with dad
where he explained how life works
about getting a job making a family
by the time I had the information needed to breed
I was more interest in whowie’s that wowie’s
my dad never talked to me about sex
what might he have known about queers
when I came out
there was no conversation beyond
am I happy
he had no tips on increasing sexual pleasure
we never spoke about the emotional dance
between men and women
let alone between men
all that I learned from the joy of gay sex
the timid porn of the time
yet I was a quick learner
given the chance to explore
it was easier than riding a bike