Shattered Wig #28

Shattered Wig #28
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Showing posts with label The Corner of Poetry and Main. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Reading Saturday September 18th At The Corner of Poetry and Main




I have the happy honor and privilege to be reading with professor Shelley Puhak Saturday, September 18th in Westminster. The last time I was in Westminster it was for the Shakemore Festival and that day turned out pretty good. This is one of the many poetry series that Cliff Lynn curates. He must talk in his sleep at night waving his arms like a traffic cop trying to keep them all straight.


Shelley was a frequent reader at Shattered Wig Nights all the way back in the early '90s when she was about fifteen and had to have a guardian present. She would read barefoot sitting cross-legged on the dusty floor of the 14 Karat Cabaret. She is also the person who turned crusty hardened former Navy man Cliff Lynn onto poetry. She also seems to own a dog who looks very much like my beloved dog Max.


Shelley's most recent book is Stalin in Aruba. Here is a review of it from Neon:

Review: Stalin In Aruba by Shelley Puhak

For someone for whom the word "historical" has always had connotations of "stuffy" and "boring", historical fiction has held little interest. Therefore I was expecting Shelley Puhak's recent chapbook Stalin In Aruba (published by Black Lawrence Press) to be a dull read. In actuality the collection is impressively strong, and conveys a surprising variety of depth and feeling.

Despite his titular presence, the erstwhile dictator is not the main focus of the collection. Although his presence is to be felt in several of the poems (such as "Stalin, Alone" and "The Dictator's Daughter from a Nursing Home in Wisconsin", both of which paint him in a very human light), he seems to be more of a recurring theme than a focal point around which the whole collection moves.

In fact, many other historical figures do feature prominently in Stalin In Aruba. In "My Life With Perseus" we see the Greek legend of Perseus and Medusa relocated to a modern American high school, and in "Torch" we are told of the people behind three suicides by self-immolation that occured in the 1960s.

Although to some degree fictionalised, these poems are rarely frivolous. Puhak has done her research. A glance through the notes section reveals several annotations that are almost poems in themselves. A fine example can be seen in the note that accompanies "Meeting the Secret Police Chief, 1930":

"The poet Osip Mandelstam and the future secret police chief Yezhov both vacationed at the same resort on the Black Sea in 1930. The men met and even dined together. Eight years later Mandalstam would die in a forced labour camp."

It is the authenticity of these poems that is their strength. Even those that do not deal with a certain historical figure are richly woven and dense with a feel of personal history. In fact, it is some of the more obscure pieces that showcase Puhak's best work. Take these lines from "The Alumni Magazine" for example:

"You look back and you either feel better
or you feel worse about the days
you spent silent, curled up in your chair.
You wore your uniform skirt
short, like all of the girls,
but you had a slouch, sloping
into hips, that made you look bored
and back then, that was
all there was to looking smart."

The sense of intimate personal knowledge that permeates this poem is typical of the others in the collection. For its unique texture Stalin In Aruba is a consistently engrossing read. This first collection is a confident debut by a quietly talented writer.

Stalin In Aruba is avaliable from Black Lawrence Press.




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The Corner of Poetry and Main with Shelley Puhak and Rupert Wondolowski


Location birdie's cafe and coffee house
233 East Main St.
Westminster, MD

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Created By Cliff Lynn

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More Info with special musical guest Julia Rose!!

join R.J Ridgely and Cliff Lynn as they continue to bring the best poets that will read for nothing other than bragging rights to westminster. open reading included in the evening's events.

Rupert Wondolowski recently returned to the tiny silverish screen in Michael Kimball and Luca DePierro's film "60 Writers/60 Places". His most recent book The Origin of Paranoia as a Heated Mole Suit has... sold out two printings on Publishing Genius Press and is teetering on the brink of extinction. Rupert's work has also recently been included in CityLit's anthology City Sages: Baltimore along such memorable authors as Gerty Stein, Mugs Mencken, Edgar Alan Poe, Michael Foxtrot Kimball and Adam Robinson. Having just found out that it costs $400 to rent a damn party tent all his fears that his love and labor in the used book field has been for naught have been confirmed.

SHELLEY PUHAK lives in Baltimore and is Writer-in-Residence at the College of Notre Dame of Maryland. She earned her MFA from the University of New Orleans and her MA in Literature from the University of Delaware. Her poems have appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, New Delta Review, New South, Third Coast, and other journals. Her essays have appeared in Fourth Genre, The Baltimore Sun and Road & Travel. Shelley has experience leading workshops for writers of all ages and abilities. To set up a reading or class visit, send an email to: shelleypuhak@mac.com.





Saturday, February 27, 2010

Reading March 6th With Barbara DeCesare



SATURDAY MAR 6TH--the corner of poetry and main

features Rupert Wondolowski and Barbara DeCesare, plus open mic. hosted by cliff lynn
Type:
Date:
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Time:
6:30pm - 9:00pm
Location:
Starbucks below the Maryland Inn at the top of Main St.
Street:
Main St.
City/Town:
Annapolis, MD

Description

The story of Barbara DeCesare (not her real name) is the history of flight. Or that of the building of walls, followed by deep, long, intoxicating staring at walls. A precocious child, she often beat Teddy Roosevelt at various games of chance and was rumored to have coined the urban phrase “mos def” when she was enchanted with her Uncle Moe’s poor hearing.

Her vivacious nature, blinding smile like a morning field in spring and quick wit have often elicited the response “Surely you are not a poet!” when she is queried about her vocation. Once a week the ghost of Sylvia Plath haunts Barbara’s drainpipe and implores her to at least try to perhaps mewl a little or slunk around in a black turtleneck listening to early Simon and Garfunkel.

DeCesare has had work published in over 45 journals, including the Pulitzer Prize and Edgar Award winning Shattered Wig Review, and one of those pieces starts off with the words “Your urologist”, which I find brave and refreshing.

When critics discuss her work the word “thunder” tends to pop up a lot. She is the author of JigSawEyeSore, was the 98 Rock Poet Laureate and has been featured in hundreds of venues nationwide including the Philadelphia Fringe Festival and the Baltimore Museum of Art, where her lectures on Italian Futurism were met with both nervous languor and amorous disdain.

She somehow also finds time to co-host the reading series Upward Spiral where the readers afterwards are thrown to starving pit bulls, raise three children and work in the field of law, all while wearing scintillating pumps. If it was all left up to her, though, she would probably throw it all over to just kick back and play board games at David Fair’s house.

Although she has no recorded albums - other than a really great spoken word cd, Adrift - the official newsletter of the Holy See, L’Osservatore Romano, called her one of the top ten pop vocalists of the 21st century. If you hear her words and do not feel the deep vibrations of the human condition you probably run around your broke ass house at night wearing the skin of dead people.

Rupert Wondolowski (not his real name) attended University of Art School off and on in the 1980s. When he finally graduated, he was presented with an antique cheese log with magical properties. He has used the log's powers to bring him great literary fortune and find himself a hell of a swell little lady.

Best known for chasing pesky children away from the front of Normals Bookstore in Baltimore, Rupert established himself as a visionary by perfecting the convection method of popping corn and inventing the Soul Patch.

Rupert's writing is a blend of Corso, ouzo, and Groucho. You've heard him on The Signal and you love him at Shattered Wig. He's the author of, most recently, The Origin of Paranoia as a Heated Mole Suit (Publishing Genius, 2009). It's a brilliant book. Did you get one yet? I know! It's great!

Mr. Wondolowski plans to read topless.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Braving The Loafers & Docksiders to Taste the Effervescence of Toll's Genius & I Am Genius of the Day!




Transported to out of body experience last Saturday walking the cobblestone streets of downtown Annapolis at night. Driving Commander Chris Toll for his featured reading for Cliff Lynn's "The Corner of Poetry and Main".

O the memories of being pickled on wine in Annapolis in the mid-70s. I was a wee teen with an advanced thirst and a blonde Madeira Guild acoustic that my brother gave me. If you would pull up a stool I will sing you a gentle song of adolescent angst and perhaps a half-baked Dylan cover. There was a great old cabaret style club/coffeehouse/bar there then called "La Pauvre Papillon". (((Ouch))). I had a very sad blind date there once.

But I gathered up my courage and what was left of my muscle structure after moving into my new house for four days running to be Chris Toll's wingman for his venture deep into the dark heart of Loafer and Docksiderville. It was not only a Saturday night, but the night of a Ravens playoff game. You could feel the testosterone levels pressing against you like a subway car packed with snowmen made of goatcheese. How the scrubbed clean middies and Nappietowners mocked our ragged clothing and flyaway wigs!

The reading took place at a Starbucks. I know what you are thinking. But it wasn't too bad. The sad part is that the beautiful stone building it's in used to be the King of France Tavern with rich musical and historical heritage. The good part is the Starbucks hasn't dismantled all the charm. But once again it begs the question of modern humanity: "Is this the best we can do?"

The series is hosted by amiable, talented and able Cliff Lynne. The night afforded a great opportunity to sit with him afterward in a decent Irish pub and hear his back story as the Ravens slowly dissolved into the Colts belly. Cliff was actually blindsided by poetry by none other than Shelley Puhak (a name you do not forget once it rings inside your waxy ears!). He was looking to fill some time with a night course at a community college while he waited on his daughter to attend her classes. Signing up for what he thought was a fiction writing course, he was confronted with the demented pink tutu of Poetry jiggling with hyena meat and curdled cream. He was going to run screaming, but Shelley talked him into staying and he was soon hooked and hosting two different poetry series!

It was a small crowd for the reading, partially because of the Ravens game I'm sure, but Toll gave one of his best, most impassioned readings I've heard from him. And I have been enlightened and entertained by him more times than your Aunt Dolores has flipped pancakes while wearing jodhpurs. Whenever I hear him or read his poetry there are always lines that I want to memorize or even put on my tombstone or engrave in the forehead of a charge card executive. Sadly, my memory brain is weak like an energizer bunny that's been swimming in Curtis Bay on a cold, sleeting night. One line that I do remember, though, is "Poetry doesn't explain the Mystery, Poetry expands the Mystery". I might be paraphrasing, but unless you're a charge card executive, you get the picture.

Day four of living in my new house with my crazed ELO loving Southern Foxbelle and all is groovy. The world and earth and time itself may be dissolving, but I am squeezing each day like I squeeze my holy dog Max.

And today I am the guest "Genius" on Adam Robinson's fine blogsite "Everyday Genius". I was chosen from a full casting room of chorines by guest editor Lauren "Tron Me" Bender. Check it out:
http://www.everyday-genius.com/2010/01/rupert-wondolowski.html