Toronto, Ontario, Canada

 

 

 

 


The House of Lancaster Poetry Breakfast

1215 Bloor Street West, Bloordale, Toronto

Morning 10:30 AM to 12:30 PM

The House of Lancaster hosts the grand start-up of 100TPC. We invite everyone to begin here for a pay-what-you-can breakfast with poetry, performance and a general orientation to the day’s 8 Toronto venues. The House of Lancaster is also a meet-and-greet session that offers a poetry bookshop, a reading table where poets can donate reading copies of their books for the day and a wall for posting poetry information. This is a fund-raiser event for Savards Shelter for Women, the Perth/Dupont Library and the poets.

Poetry and performance by:Babar Khan,  Beatriz Hausner, Bruce Ward, Corrado Paina, Elizabeth W. Gachuire,  Dorion Sagan, Dyan Marie, Dougal Bichan, Gary Michael Dault, Eldon Garnet, Hugo Extavour, Katie Fotheringham, Nik Beat, Norman Cristofoli, Honey Novick, Rob Rolfe, Gianna Patriarca, Nancy Bullis and others

 

 

The River Trading Company
1418 Queen St. W. 7:00 PM

Robert Priest, David Day, Paul Salnek & Bänoo Zan 

 


. . . . . . .The Waterfalls Indian Tapas Bar and Grill

303 Augusta Ave, Kensington Market, Toronto
9 PM :The Underground Railroad, Vemont and the Fugitive Slave

video by Robin Lloyd ’94
Sam Kerson speaks about his mural at the Vermont Law
School..http://vimeo.com/27516054
http://dragondancetheatre.com/
http://samkerson.com/

host David Swartz M.C.    Lauren Stein Poets:Honey Novick, Ewan Whyte, David Swartz, Max Layton, Dale Percy,  Andrea Thompson, Daniel Waldman, Robert Thomas Payne and video artist Mary Fish

CineCycle
CineCycle
In the old coach house down the lane behind 129 Spadina Ave., Toronto
Sept 24, Doors 8 pm
100,000 Poets For Change invites you to an evening of short readings, performance and video screenings by:
John Barlow, Lynn Crosbie, Powys Dewhurst, Christine Duncan, Jemeni G, Mike Hoolboom, Min Sook Lee, Priscilla Uppal, Darren O’Donnell and The Young Mammals, Chet Singh, Steve Venright, plus others.
A salon night of readings, performances, screenings, interventions and networking that aims to bring diverse communities and audiences into an environment of artistic and social intermingling.  Mark us down. Of course we want to see you there.
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Ellington’s Music and Cafe
805 St. Clair Ave. W

Sunday Poetry at Ellington’s joins 100,000 poets for change Toronto
Sept. 24, 2011   !:00 PM to 5:00 PM

Clifton Joseph, Chi Kalevar, Audry Redman, Jen Kunlire, Marita Hollo with Jenny Blackbird, Kabaka Pyramid, Howard Jerome, Luc Guillen, Sea J., Dwain Wellington, June Harris, Salimah Valiani, Tom Smarta, Steve Hall, Charlie Bobus, Ariel Len, Leah, and Maria Elena Mesa

 

100,008 poets for social change:   Strong Voices at One Small Corner of Poetry Nation

Gwendolyn MacEwen Park.

At the intersection of Lowther and Walmer Road. 1 block N of Bloor, 1 block W of Spadina Saturday, September 24.  2:00 p.m.

Poets in word, poets in deed – established Toronto poets Guy Ewing, Sonja Greckol, Maureen Hynes, Sue MacLeod, Jim Nason, Maureen Scott Harris, Sheila Stewart and Elizabeth Ukrainetz as they read their own poetry and their favourite poems of social activism. Join us for laughter, anger, determination and most of all, a chance to deepen our understanding of how we can shape and improve our own small corners and the wide world.

Rain or shine – bring umbrellas!

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TTC Bus Shelter

Lansdowne Ave. at Paton Road, Bloordale

Sept. 24, afternoon reading by Dyan Marie

100 Thousand Poets for Change,
Toronto Mission Statement.

Our goal is to bring poetry back to the center of cultural life. In the same way that the revolution in communications technology has sparked revolutionary movements around the world, so we, the poets of all nations, one hundred thousand strong, will speak on the same day to express our solidarity with those who cannot speak for themselves. Whatever else, poetry is freedom. By speaking to a world-wide audience using Facebook, Twitter and Skype, we will remind all of us of poetry’s great gift to the human spirit – delight.
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Toronto, Ontario, Canada — 16 Comments

  1. Gnome Alice says:
    August 10, 2011 at 7:25 am

    Just sayin’
    Gnome Alice copyright 2011

    riots in London
    “looters”

    2200 people demonstrate in the Middle East
    “revolution”

    lose the cup
    “hooligans”

    extreme policing G20
    “security”

    misLead a Middle Eastern country
    “dictator”

    misLead a Western country
    “bad politician”

    just sayin’

  2. Max Layton says:
    July 14, 2011 at 7:13 pm

    I just want to thank the other 99,999 poets for helping to make this happen! See you in September… Meanwhile, here’s a poem appropriate to the tenth anniversary of 9/11…

    TO SING ANOTHER VILLANELLE

    To sing another villanelle
    We climb or, drowning, die of thirst
    At the bottom of this well

    No fitter rhyme could this tale tell
    For we, though last, are not the first
    To sing another villanelle

    When towers burned in sky-high hell
    We found ourselves, our world, reversed
    At the bottom of this well

    When lovers jumped and others fell
    Our parched hearts yearned, before they burst
    To sing another villanelle

    That sidewalk thump will sound our knell
    Unless, in art, that sound is nursed
    At the bottom of this well

    Though words can never death dispel
    Our spirits rise in verse unhearsed
    To sing another villanelle
    At the bottom of this well

  3. Hello,

    I’m extremely delighted to be part of 100,000 Poets For Change – Toronto. I look forward to being one of the individuals who will be inviting people around the world to Toronto. A city where … you never know who you’ll meet.

    Today, I met the man who owns everything.
    According to him
    He owns
    All apartment buildings
    Condo towers
    And houses in the
    Greater Metropolitan Area
    How industrious of him, I thought.
    I assume that only meant that
    He owns my building as well,
    And it’s him I pay.
    But his empire doesn’t stop there
    All of Toronto’s hotels including
    The Four Seasons,
    Royal York
    Sheridan
    Westin Harbour Castle
    Were left to him by his uncle.
    If I had stayed in one of those places,
    I would’ve told him about the service

    Then he spoke of his summer homes
    St. Peter’s Basilica!
    St. Patrick’s Cathedral!
    The Tower of London!
    All of Brooklyn, New York!
    The Vatican!
    Most impressive were the campgrounds of
    The Lincoln
    Jefferson
    And Washington Memorials
    Again, owned by family.

    Such an impressive person
    To be sitting next to me on the 504
    A man of such considerable wealth
    Chose to sit next to me
    And relay his story
    On a Wednesday afternoon 504
    Going West.

    Now The Man Who Owns Everything
    Also told me
    How he deals with the world
    And us common folk
    Or as he calls us
    “Garbage”

    He would lead Storm Troopers
    Into schools
    Take the children out of classrooms
    And bring them to the giant coal furnaces
    That used to power Toronto
    Toss them in one by one
    And let them burn to cinders, used as fuel
    Because children are:
    “Nothing but garbage”.

    Beggars along Yonge Street
    Shouldn’t dare ask The Man Who Owns Everything
    For loose change
    He wouldn’t say something like:
    “Sorry friend, don’t have any” or “Can I buy you a sandwich instead?”
    NO
    The Man Who Owns Everything
    Would raise his boot heel
    And bring it slamming down
    Bludgeoning the bastard
    ‘Til his head was nothing but a bloody, pulpy unrecognizable mess
    On top of a worthless body ‘cause beggars are:
    “Nothing but garbage”.

    Oh … Cab Drivers
    I fear for you
    Most of thought you came to a better life
    When you left your homeland behind
    And landed in Toronto
    Now, it’s my sad duty to inform you
    That The Man Who Owns Everything
    Is out for you
    Apparently he has Agents
    Stationed around Toronto
    Who will get into your cab
    Tell you where they want to go
    As normal
    Then when you get two blocks into the journey
    The Agent will tell you to pull over
    And when you least expect it
    They grab your head
    Tilt it back
    And slash your throat
    Not because you’re immigrants
    But just because
    All Cab Drivers are:
    “Nothing but garbage”.

    Actually
    I could be in a lot of trouble too
    You see The Man Who Owns Everything
    Sure did like to talk
    But he doesn’t like to be spoken about
    He told me if I ever said anything against him
    He’d go straight to St. Peter’s Basilica
    And pray that I
    My family
    My friends
    Everybody I know
    Everyone reading this
    Are to be killed
    Slowly
    Limbs hacked off
    And bled to death
    Torn open at the abdomen
    Skinned alive
    Eyes gouged out
    Hung upside down until …
    Blackness
    But he wouldn’t stop there!
    He’d come after our loved ones
    Who’ve long departed
    Dig them up!
    Defile their remains!
    Smash their headstones
    Burn all birth certificates
    Marriage licenses
    Immigration papers
    Any and all records until our family’s names are eradicated from history!
    What’s left would be brung to the curb and tossed away on garbage day
    ‘Cause we are all
    “Nothing but garbage”.

    Now as I observe humanity
    I try to see everyone
    As they see themselves
    And I do believe
    Nobody is inherently evil
    There must be a reason
    For their personality

    Perhaps The Man Who Owns Everything
    Chose to tell his story to me
    In hopes I would tell it
    Because everyone has a conscience
    Even The Man Who Owns Everything
    Maybe this was his warning
    Saying to me
    To us
    “Wealth Brings Evil”
    So I try to justify

    I jump off the 504 at Bathurst,
    And walk the rest of the way home.

    • I am the richest person in the world so your guy can’t own everything and if he did then I assume he would realize that most of what he owns means nothing. I on the other hand have 8 healthy children and 13 healthy grandchildren and I am an artist who has plenty of work and has had the privileged and wealth of being able to serve my world and my community for my entire life. So as you see I am the richest person in the world. I don’t or wish an malice to anyone. In fact my pen name is Gnome Alice.
      I own nothing except that I am happy. Just sayin’ No worries. He will cheer up when his senses come to him or he comes to them. Meantime if a crab falls in the forest and no one listens, does he make a sound?

  4. Ode to September 24th by Mary Fish

    Suddenly I saw the
    “poem” in my mind
    “It is easy!” thought I,
    “it will take zero time.”

    I would look up events
    September 24th, the day
    then publish the list
    As an ode to always

    However, of course
    there is always a hitch
    not the least of which was
    I hoped not to write a stitch

    But writing and editing
    are almost the same
    inning and outing
    aren’t they always the game?

    So the list on the screen
    was like 20 pages
    too expensive to print
    one could read it for ages

    My solution was editing
    out junk, leave our likes
    so I set out to edit,
    out bombs, kings and bikes

    Only poets and writers
    and artists and stuff
    just art and art people
    our stories enough

    So here it is
    a simple four pages
    I have copied them here
    To speak through the ages.

    I have to start
    with two entries I found
    they are not about art
    but they sure are profound.
    ————————————————————————————
    Deaths- September 24th

    1218 – Robert of Knaresborough, hermit (b. 1160)
    1954 – Edward Pilgrim, British suicide hastened by bureaucracy (b. 1904)
    ————————————————————————————
    Events – September 24th
    622 – Prophet Muhammad completes his hijra from Mecca to Medina.
    1979 – Compu-Serve launches the first consumer internet service, which features the first public electronic mail service.

    Births – September 24th

    1717 – Horace Walpole, British novelist and politician (d. 1797)
    1796 – Antoine-Louis Barye, French sculptor (d. 1875)
    1817 – Ramón de Campoamor y Campoosorio, Spanish poet and philosopher (d. 1901)
    1878 – Charles-Ferdinand Ramuz, Swiss writer (d. 1947)
    1890 – A. P. Herbert, British humorist, barrister, novelist (d. 1971
    1896 – F. Scott Fitzgerald, American novelist (d. 1940)
    1899 – Sir William Dobell, Australian portrait artist (d. 1970)
    1900 – Ham Fisher, American cartoonist (d. 1955)
    1909 – Gerard Ciołek, Polish architect (d. 1966)
    1910 – Jean Servais, Belgian actor (d. 1976)
    1912 – Don Porter, American actor (d. 1997)
    1913 – Herb Jeffries, American jazz singer
    1918 – Audra Lindley, American actor (d. 1997)
    1919 – Dayton Allen, American actor and comedian (d. 2004)
    1922 – Cornell MacNeil, American baritone
    1923 – Louis Edmonds, American actor (d. 2001)
    1923 – Fats Navarro, American jazz trumpet player (d. 1950)
    1924 – Theresa Merritt, American actor (d. 1998)
    1924 – Sheila MacRae, singer & actor
    1927 – Alfredo Kraus, Spanish tenor (d. 1999)
    1930 – Józef Krupiński, Polish poet (d. 1998)
    1930 – Angelo Muscat, Maltese actor (d. 1977)
    1931 – Anthony Newley, British actor and singer (d. 1999)
    1932 – Dominique Michel, Canadian comedian
    1933 – Mel Taylor, American musician (The Ventures) (d. 1996)
    1934 – John Brunner, British author (d. 1995)
    1935 – Sean McCann, Canadian actor
    1936 – Jim Henson, American puppeteer (d. 1990)
    1940 – Yves Navarre, French writer (d. 1994)
    1941 – Linda McCartney, American singer and photographer (d. 1998)
    1942 – Ilkka “Danny” Lipsanen, Finnish singer
    1942 – Gerry Marsden, English singer (Gerry & The Pacemakers)
    1944 – Diana Körner, German actor
    1945 – Lou Dobbs, American journalist and television anchor
    1947 – Erik Hivju, Norwegian actor
    1948 – Gordon Clapp, American actor
    1948 – Phil Hartman, Canadian actor (d. 1998)
    1949 – Bill Connors, American jazz musician
    1950 – Alan Colmes, American talk show host
    1950 – Kristina Wayborn, Swedish actor
     1952 – Mark Sandman, American musician (d. 1999)
     1957 – Tod Howarth, American rock musician
     1958 – Kevin Sorbo, American actor
     1959 – Steve Whitmire, American puppeteer and voice actor
     1961 – John Logan, American screenwriter
     1961 – Luc Picard, Canadian writer
     1962 – Jack Dee, British comedian
     1962 – Rosamund Kwan, Hong Kong actor
     1962 – Nia Vardalos, Canadian actor
     1965 – Sean McNabb, American bassist (Quiet Riot, Great White, Rough Cutt, House of Lords)
     1965 – Janet Weiss, American drummer (Sleater-Kinney, Quasi, Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks)
     1966 – Stacy Galina, American actor
     1966 – Michael J. Varhola, American author
     1967 – William So, Hong Kong Singer
     1969 – Shawn Crahan, American musician (Slipknot)
     1969 – Shamim Sarif, English novelist and filmmaker
     1969 – DeVante Swing, American music producer
     1969 – Goya Toledo, Spanish actor and model
     1969 – Megan Ward, American actor
     1969 – Lisa Matthews, American model
     1971 – Mike Michalowicz, American author and entrepreneur
     1971 – Peter Salisbury, English drummer (The Verve)
     1975 – Mike Gallay, Canadian comedian and filmmaker
     1979 – Justin Bruening, American actor
     1979 – Kim Jong Min, Korean singer
     1979 – Jenny Platt, English actor
     1979 – Ross Mathews, American television personality and comedian
     1981 – Fernanda Urrejola, Chilean actor
     1985 – Jessica Lucas, Canadian actor
     1986 – Leah Dizon, American model and singer
     1987 – Spencer Treat Clark, American actor
     1988 – Kyle Sullivan, American actor

     Deaths – September 24th

     1605 – Manuel Mendes, Portuguese composer (b. c.1547)
     1646 – Duarte Lobo, Portuguese composer (b. c.1565)
     1707 – Vincenzo da Filicaja, Italian poet (b. 1642)
     1802 – Alexander Radishchev, Russian writer (b. 1749)
     1892 – Patrick Gilmore, Irish-American composer (b. 1829)
     1933 – Alice Muriel Williamson, British novelist (b. 1869)
     1939 – Carl Laemmle, German-born American film producer (b. 1867)
     1948 – Warren William, American actor (b. 1894)
     1962 – Charles Reisner, American silent actor and film director (b. 1887)
     1973 – Josué de Castro, Brazilian writer, physician, geographer and activist against hunger (b. 1908)
     1981 – Patsy Kelly, American actor (b. 1910)
     1982 – Sarah Churchill, British actor and the daughter of Winston Churchill (b. 1914)
     1984 – Neil Hamilton, American actor (b. 1899)1991 – Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss), American children’s writer (b. 1904)
     1991 – Peter Bellamy, British folk singer (b. 1944)
     1993 – Ian Stuart Donaldson, British musician (b. 1957)
     1996 – Zeki Müren, Turkish musician (b. 1931)
     1998 – Jeff Moss, American puppeteer (b. 1942)
     2003 – Rosalie Allen, American singer and disc jockey (b. 1924)
     2003 – Lyle Bettger, American actor (b. 1915)
     2004 – Françoise Sagan, French writer (b. 1935)
     2005 – Tommy Bond, American actor (b. 1926)
     2009 – Nelly Arcan, Canadian novelist (b. 1975)

  5. Spinning change
    In a silence so loud
    I can hear you breathing
    From the other side of the room

    Spinning a world of repeating patterns
    Create and destroy

    For every rotation
    A birth, a death,
    An act of cruelty and kindness
    The difference between the two
    Evident in a minute or a hundred years
    Or not at all

    But being here now spinning you
    Into a poem about change
    While everything changes
    And then
    You stand up on the other side of the world
    And stand still
    I see you for the first time
    Being real, working hard
    And for the next rotation
    Even I’m a believer

    Dozens of nations
    Hundreds of cities
    Thousands of poets
    September 24, 2011

    Poetry Dance at the House of Lancaster, September 24, 10:30 to 12:30, Toronto

  6. As I think about this conversation and so many others I ask myself how to change?

    I don’t seem to be able to change some things and others are a breeze.

    I changed spanking and name calling and smoking in my kids house and I have changed lots of diapers which is a kind of change that does not change at all.

    All easy really why would anyone do anything so stupid any way? Why I aughta…..!

    And then there is the stuff that changes and that has always changed and yet it continues to come as a complete surprise to all of us.

    More pain less energy as we get older for example. I am sure every old person told me that but I never considered they meant it. Our bodies change a lot.

    And then there is the change I think about…why do I not catch this brown water to water my plants and why do I continue to buy even my “green” dish soap in a plastic (petroleum based) container when I know it is wrong?

    Why am I not a raw vegan?

    I can’t eat fat I am going to get sick and yet……..

    Why do I want to own a car even though I changed that already?

    Change…….spare any change?

    Sure I can spare the changes that are embarrassing or stupid but if I am left to my own judgement I will also eat like half a pound of cheese a day too.

    I would like to change the past because then I might have a chance to change the future.

    Is change real or is it true that the more things change the more I stay the same? Living in fear of change in my little secure unchanging place.

    I bet a tsunami shakes things up but then people are trying to get back as much as they can from before!

    Is climate change a problem?

    Is imperialism a problem for everyone?

    Change imperialism to what?

    Utopia?

    Perhaps this is the best the universe has to offer and therefore it is utopia.

    Maybe we want something other than change……

    I want environmental protection. Equity and zero hunger.

    I must be the change.

    …………………………..maybe after I take a long hot shower and eat a grilled cheese sandwich

    Mary Fish – 100 Thousand Poets for Change

  7. Author: Nicardo “Charlie Bobus” Murray
    Dub Poem: Change

    Intro : Charlie Bobus, Inspirator International, Sagi T
    inspirational dub poet on tour from Jamaica supports 100000 poets for change in Canada

    Change the way you do things
    Change the way you think
    Change some of your acquaintances
    And make some bigger links
    Stop hanging around with people
    Who highlights the negative
    Can do anything in life
    As long as you think positive
    Rept.

    Things me say real
    Not imaginative
    Things me say true
    Me nah tell you no negative
    Most people love receive
    Yet still dem don’t love to give
    Tell you all the reasons
    You can’t reach your goals and objectives
    Dem highlighting the obstacles
    Sidestepping the positive
    Aim for what we want in life
    We check the way how we a live
    A music a we career
    We deal with it progressive
    Ghetto youths you can make it in life
    Just always think constructive

    Change the way you do things
    Change the way you think
    Change some of your acquaintances
    And make some bigger links
    Stop hanging around with people
    Who highlight the negative
    Can do anything in life
    As long as you think positive

    Talk bout where we going
    Where we want to reach in life
    Some will tell you, “we can’t make it”
    Come with argument and strife
    A youth with perseverance
    Mi know me will survive
    you sit and wait on opportunity
    It may not arrive
    if you sit and wait on opportunity
    It may not arrive
    you’re in the passenger seat of your life
    Better you drive
    Some times me miss me mother
    Me wish she was alive
    On my own things are different
    That me get fi realize

    But me Change the way me do things
    Change the way me think
    Change some of me acquaintances
    And make some bigger links
    Stop hanging around with people
    Who highlight the negative
    Can do anything in life
    As long as you think positive

    Change the way you do things
    Change the way you think
    Change some of your acquaintances
    And make some bigger links
    Stop hanging around with people
    Who highlight the negative
    Can do anything in life
    As long as you think positive

    We talk bout where we going
    We have fi remember where we been
    Remember all we hardships
    And all we suffering
    Remember before mama die
    We saw her struggling
    After my mother died
    It took a while to take it in
    Change the way you do things
    Do some thinking
    Ghetto youths we know
    We not sinking

    Change the way you do things
    Change the way you think
    Change some of your acquaintances
    And make some bigger links
    Stop hanging around with people
    Who highlight the negative
    Can do anything in life
    As long as you think positive

  8. The word will out live everything else that’s why poetry is so potent and so important. Word, breath, sound and rhythm can penetrate like spears or like feathers. We are because we breathe and because we communicate, we are poetry. We are community. 100,000 poets! How our words will wiggle, slide and fling from our hearts and dance in time in space to assert that our lives are important, that our values of justice, love, compassion and caring for others and the planet trumps greed! We want change, we want equality, we want peace, we want love, we want accountability, we want pleasure, we want whimsical play, we want serious debate, we want words, we want stillness, we want music. We want justice for all! Poetry and Justice! Poetry and Justice for all!

  9. Robin Lloyd,
    I was actively planning and promoting the 100,000 poets for change in
    July, (maybe August), when Sam posted a link for your video on
    facebook.
    After I viewed it, I immediately asked Sam if I could use it in our
    show, on Sept. 24, 2011.
    I wanted to show it because it told the wonderful story of change.

    Sam’s painting and telling of it illustrated perfectly our message for
    change. People face severe challenges, concerning equity and justice.
    and poets and activist need to remember and recount the story of how
    change is initiated by ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances.
    That is the short story of how I chose your video.
    I was pleased beyond my expectations from the reception it received.

    If I have the opportunity again I will put it in front of audiences.
    your brother in peace
    marty smith

  10. 100TPC wipe me out —
    debrief
    to do list
    backlog
    budget, severely overburdened
    I want to collect myself

    on the internet we are
    disembodied,

    I need to recollect
    my posts and links

    clear my head
    rebuffer my soul
    I am become a
    thirsty man

    thirst goes to quest
    I am on a quest

    I am on a quest
    to find the pure land
    and afraid to lose
    myself

    I may lose my own need
    I may lose my desire
    I may lose my grocery list
    and my mortal will

    I may lose focus
    not get off the bus

    I may be afraid
    I lost my ambition
    my personhood
    my individuality

    Enter the pure land to lose myself

    Enter the pure land to join the
    unity …

    the selfless unity …

    And I —
    I am all for unity
    I am the priest of unity

    (If only priest were allowed)

    I am afraid to lose
    the I in
    I am

    I am desperate to recollect myself
    to connect my budget to reality
    to collect my routine
    my list of
    things to do
    for me
    I .

    need to work now
    on recollect
    into my small
    dis-unified world

    I feel I almost disappeared
    100TPC WIPEOUT

  11. I am one of the 100,000 poets for change who had the privilege of performing at 2 venues, The House of Lancaster Gentlemen’s Club and Waterfalls. My poem, written for the “House” was posted in the dancers’ change room as well as laminated and posted on a lampost on Bloor Street. It is such a high having had that experience that I am changed already. Enclosed is the poem: Thank you , Marty, for including me.

    The Polemic of Poetry on the Pole copyright 2011 Honey Novick

    for Dyan Marie

    The polemic of poetry performed on the pole

    gives prissy prigs

    an exoteric glimpse into exotica.

    Let’s strip away teasing prejudices,

    the kind that inhibits

    a perfectly normal curiosity

    about the gyrations and implications

    of poetry on or about the pole.

    Poetry is beloved

    by reader, writers and romantics alike.

    Let’s go to the poles

    then poll some people

    about using this polemic

    to ponder and praise each other.

    (afterthought)

    So, come hither if you please,

    listen to this palaver in the palace of striptease

    as I present a fandance, don’t squirm or wheeze,

    this is not a FANFARONADE

    but a polemic of poetry on the poles

    get ready to take a poll of the kick, whim or lick

    It might even be a trick

    But venture many guesses

    and let down your long tresses

    as we engage in a polemic of poetry on the poles.

  12. Here are some photos taken by Don Smith & Maureen Hynes of the reading in the Gwen MacEwen Park, which was glorious!

  13. Language is a virus….. William Burroughs
    It is passed from person to person and takes on the patina of their flesh. Screet on and wave the banner. From hand to mouth from page to sky. Write on….

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