Jenney Pauer's reading on Thursday night was brilliant. What amazes me is how real she is, as if the events described in her poignant poems had happened moments before. You cannot fake the kind of raw emotion that she exhibits in performance. You either feel it, or you don't. Jenney is able to put herself right there, and we go along with her. Inspiring. She shows us how it should be done.
The open mic was one of the best poetry readings I have ever attended. I alternated between laughing, crying, and staring ahead in astonishment. For example, I wept uncontrollably at the finish of Dennis McBride's incredible piece which invites us to contemplate that Hitler may have once had love in his heart. Or Jeff Samuelsen's hilarious depiction of an estrogen-fueled Western. What a great night.
What follows is a collage poem that incorporates lines from poems and offhand comments I heard during the course of the evening. I should warn you that it gets a bit filthy, so if that's not your thing, move along. If you want to know who said what, I've included a key below the poem.
In gratitude,
Christopher Luna
Innocent Deflowered by a Paper Tiger
Under an Orange Moon
It was her first reading and
I saw the notebook spin
beneath her trembling fingers
tentative phrases spiraling forth
from the paper into the air
winding ‘round the mic
like the heart’s secret yearning.
Stumbling, sincere,
thinking about picking up
an electric typewriter
she opens her mouth and begins to speak:
“There’s this great big fucking moon out there tonight. I didn’t really expect her to touch my vagina through my pants. Flirted with the paleontologist. He invited me up to his penthouse. I was discovering what it means to be a woman—never mind, I won’t explain that. I talk a little funny because I had oral surgery. I’ve never had any power in my relationships. I have a slight disposition. Red and pink parts. I covet like a motherfucker. Alluding to purity. None of us have any salvation. The sound of salvation is the sound of shame. But I can breathe. Thanks for listening to my ventations.”
There’s this great big fucking moon out there tonight. . . . None of us have any salvation. Ric Vrana
I was discovering what it means to be a woman—never mind, I won’t explain that. Mary McIntosh
I talk a little funny because I had oral surgery. Christi Krug
I’ve never had any power in my relationships. . . . The sound of salvation is the sound of shame. But I can breathe. Mike G
I have a slight disposition. Rhonda Grace
Red and pink parts. Alluding to purity. Jan Ice
Thanks for listening to my ventations. Darlene Costello
Writing and art by Christopher Luna. Poetry events in Vancouver, WA, Portland, OR, and beyond.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Photos and audio from a special viewing party in Vancouver, WA for Tom DiCillo's new documentary about the Doors, "When You're Strange"
On Friday, July 30, 2010 members of Vancouver, WA's burgeoning poetry community gathered in the home I share with fellow poet Toni Partington to celebrate the release of Tom DiCillo's thoroughly entertaining new documentary about The Doors entitled "When You're Strange."
The screening was preceded by an open mic during which participants read Jim Morrison's poetry. I explained that while Jim Morrison had never received his due as a poet, it was his spoken word recording with The Doors, "An American Prayer," that had shown me how potent the combination of poetry and music could be. I have been drawn to Morrsion's poetry for years because he believed in the power that words have to liberate people, and took the poet's potential role as a shaman seriously.
Toni and I would like to thank Anni Becker for her marvelous photos of the event, and Rich Lindsay for recording, editing, and posting the podcast of the open mic. Finally, I would like to thank the Doors for their music, which continues to move and inspire me, and for allowing us to host this party.
Also in attendance that day: Richard and Debra Marshall (my sister and brother-in-law, residents of Syracuse, NY who were visiting the Northwest for the first time), Lori and Jake Loranger, Angelo Luna, Mokii, Bernadette, Jenney Pauer, and Kyle David Congdon.
Visit the Doors on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thedoors
To see the full set of pictures Anni took, please visit:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kermitlover/sets/72157624620345622/
If you would like to see more of Anni's photography, or to purchase a print, visit her online store: http://annibecker.zenfolio.com/p371565088
To hear the podcast of the poetry reading, visit:
http://soundcloud.com/dj-manrich/jim-morrison-poetry-reading-when-youre-strange-viewing-party-7-30-10
OR click here:
Jim Morrison Poetry Reading, When You're Strange Viewing Party, 7/30/10 by DJ ManRich
Rich Lindsay is a local radio host whose programs often include the spoken word: http://uglyradio.wordpress.com
Here are some more of the fabulous photos that Anni Becker took of the event:
Christopher Luna
Toni Partington
Bernadette
Mokii
Lori Loranger
Kyle David Congdon
Mokii
Christopher Luna
Flowers in a vase made by Jack Loranger
Toni prepared an array of delicious snacks
Teak
Kyle with his buddies Angelo and Jake
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