The rules are simple. And as the pirates say, they are not really rules, “More like guidelines, actually.”
1. Bring a chair. Or do as a few of the teens do and bring a throw rug or pillow, sixties style.
2. Bring at least one poem, but it’s good to bring three.
3. Bring your sense of humor, or at least your sense of adventure.
4. When there is silence, jump up and move toward the microphone.
We often have the joy of Grammy award-winner Steve Mitchell with a bongo kind of rhythm behind the poetry readings. But when Steve cannot be there we often have some great musicians willing to jump in, including recently, Dave Miller of the Dave Miller Band, and for the October gathering, my sweet talented partner, Brian, or BPK, or wbarreguy, as they call him here on YouTube.
We meet at Faustina’s art gallery in beautiful Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. Starting in November the events will be on the second Thursday of each month, so if you are nearby, I hope you’ll come join in the fun.
You might have recognized Kate Bush’s “Cloud Busting,” Madona’s “Like a Prayer,” and very briefly, because I fear I cut too much off in the editing, before Tom took to the mic, the theme from “Chariots of Fire.”
And since poor Ross didn’t actually get to read in that sampler, here he is reading a poem I quite enjoyed:
- Poetry Under the Paintings Sampler #1 (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- Silly Star Poem at PUP for my Son the Monkey (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- What the Poetry Is Going On Around Here – Dad Poet Readings and News (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- Capitol Readings, the Midtown Scholar and Catching Up (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- A Witch Reads with a Prince, and Billy Collins Visits Kings (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- Unhappy Wedding, PUP and Personality (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- Poetry in Music: Part 1 (carminamasoliver.com)
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Look and sounds like everyone had a good time there.
Yes, we always do. 🙂
Isn’t that like art-hoarding? A poet and a pianist in the same household?
Yes! Isn’t it delightful? It’s especially so when you realize that one son plays guitar, and another writes stories, and poetry. That leaves one reasonable person, my oldest son, the math major and future teacher, to try to keep all of our feet on the ground. I think he’s given up on us. 🙂
You guys have such a cool poetry scene. Bongos, paintings, poems! k.
I know. I wish we could spread the world and have people do gatherings like this all over.