‘the furnace of the deep heart’

Cathy Petch hosted another packed house & dynamic line up at Plasticine’s May show. First up was Marni Van Dyk. She read ‘Sisters Always’ a short story from a collection, presently called: ‘Please Don’t Touch Me Please.’ A wry meditation on a young woman’s longing for a sister. Invited by her roommate to spend Thanksgiving in a family of many sisters she realizes she’d rather the fantasy of sisters than the reality. Clear images propelled the story: ‘my ears felt hot but I played it cool,’ ‘served us cocktail weenies on napkins and bowls of licorice.’

s'no scene
s’no scene

She was followed by Daniel Scott Tysdal. His opening piece was playful, theatrical and funny. A female poet on stage read, then he, in the audience gave writer’s notes on what she had read, then at random points in the audience, questions where asked. Very effective with some strong images thrown in: ‘the room smelled of wildflowers and stale bread,’ ‘this is the same light that shatters against the poems like glass.’ His pieces were energetic, poetic and playful. We all want ‘a spell you can cast to lull memory.’

s'no structure
s’no structure

After the break David Day talked about disappearing wildlife and read from his book ‘Never More.’ We understood and felt his grief and frustration over the depletion of the planet. ‘blood pulsing from the furnace of the deep heart,’ ‘the great breath song thru the sighing night.’ His image of the world like a roc’s egg – white and smooth but hollow and bereft of life touched most of us.

David Day's Roc egg
David Day’s Roc egg

Final feature was Clara Blackwood  – I heard/saw Clara recently at the Damned. She read many of the same pieces from her forthcoming book ‘Forecasts’ – often humorous, tender, full of clear images and romantic, her pieces are a delight to hear. ‘I lose pounds just thinking about my childhood,’ ‘walls as wide as lovers’ eyes,’ ‘new schemes charges laid.’ An excellent set.

The open stagers where piled up at the end of things where we had to contended with tables being cleared by staff, and people departing as noisily as they could.

s'no purses
s’no purses

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