Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Award Winning Poet Gary Geddes to Read at Duff's on Monday, April 4
Celebrate National Poetry Month by attending the •chance operations• reading at Duff's, 392 North Euclid, on Monday, April 4. Doors open at 7:30 p.m. Cover charge is $3.00.
Featured readers will be the award winning Canadian poet Gary Geddes along with Lindsey Klees and Bob Reuter.
Musical guests will be Tim Greer, tenor saxophone, Ben Kramer, bass, and Kyle Shea, drums, playing a variety of jazz standards.
Gary Geddes has written and edited more than forty books of poetry, fiction, drama, non-fiction, criticism, translation and anthologies.
Gary has won a dozen national and international literary awards, including the Commonwealth Poetry Prize (Americas Region), the National Magazine Gold Award, the Lieutenant-Governor's Award for Literary Excellence, and the Gabriela Mistral Prizes from the government of Chile, awarded simultaneously to Octavio Paz, Vaclav Havel, Ernesto Cardenal, Rafaeil Alberti and Mario Benedetti.
He is the founding editor of Quadrant Editions and Cormorant Books, has been much in demand as a lecturer abroad, and his work has been translated into half French, Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Chinese and Italian. He is currently teaching at the University of Missouri-St. Louis.
Sandra Lee Scheuer
(Killed at Kent State University, May 4, 1970
by the Ohio National Guard)
You might have met her on a Saturday night,
cutting precise circles, clockwise, at the Moon-Glo
Roller Rink, or walking with quick step
between the campus and a green two-storey house,
where the room was always tidy, the bed made,
the books in confraternity on the shelves.
She did not throw stones, major in philosophy
or set fire to buildings, though acquaintances say
she hated war, had heard of Cambodia.
In truth she wore a modicum of make-up, a brassiere,
and could no doubt more easily have married a guardsman
than cursed or put a flower in his rifle barrel.
While the armouries burned, she studied,
bent low over notes, speech therapy books, pages
open at sections on impairment, physiology.
And while they milled and shouted on the commons,
she helped a boy named Billy with his lisp, saying
Hiss, Billy, like a snake. That’s it, SSSSSSSS,
tongue well up and back behind your teeth.
Now buzz, Billy, like a bee. Feel the air
vibrating in my windpipe as I breathe?
As she walked in sunlight through the parking-lot
at noon, feeling the world a passing lovely place,
a young guardsman, who had his sights on her,
was going down on one knee, as if he might propose.
His declaration, unmistakable, articulate,
flowered within her, passed through her neck,
severed her trachea, taking her breath away.
Now who will burn the midnight oil for Billy,
ensure the perilous freedom of his speech;
and who will see her skating at the Moon-Glo
Roller Rink, the eight small wooden wheels
making their countless revolutions on the floor?
-- Gary Geddes
Posted by Tony Renner at 8:24 AM
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He was fantastic tonight! Gary, why aren't you on Facebook! I went looking for you!ReplyDelete
He WAS great! The best of the eveningReplyDelete