Wednesday, June 08, 2005

review borders event

Dear reading mind out there somewhere...

Tuesday 31 may 2005 - 18.30 -

Le maitre des mots was poet Nii Ayikwei Parkes of the
shiny eyes and the curly hair and the ebony skin and
the mischief smile always waiting to burst out -

The venue was Borders Bookshop in Charing Cross Road
in London in UK -

Yet the space was not books so much but music caught
on cds and tapes - a different level - to escape the
noise of visitors using the WC on level one...

The projected poet was John Burnside - The grand
neighbour was le hors d'oevre -

Wild Irish Donal Dempsey told us what love is not and
to see his hand tear open his shirt for the proper
impact of autopsy is an imprint on the rushing mind
space - haiku abracadabra and falling star and love
loses its way opened the way for

The wormlady Elena leading us into the earth moving
with the worm and asking us to be custodians of this
planet - and we learnt about the mystery of pearls -

Ray Burk served encounter and asked what does a day to
me ? with debris of a blowing wind his soft voice
played around with syllables -

Sean Beath pushed at us the question ? what have u
done to make god proud of u ? and told us about faces
i can never forget her face...

x&al danzabel read from day 24.365 a message for
glorissa who will be her greatgranddaughter one time
in time but is not even conceived followed by day
24.382 - one version of suicide in one body - cutting
space and of day 24.375 another suicide in another
body - i am falling -

Margot in her soft voice told us that men are not only
stupid but s o stupid and a soft poetic poem about
the gift - i bring to u myneed and the last poem ended
with ...u worthless little bitch... which was quite a
surprise from the lips of an advanced and English
lady...

Dave of the red tee short showered us with oneness - I
am an a-national - humility - the eternal present -

And then Nii A. Parkes guided us thru the submarine
blues dedicated to the fishermen on the beach of Ghana
-

Marie of the soft voice told us in a poem about the
mother of mybride and activist hell from the viewpoint
of a new yorker surprising words -

Next was Susanne in a floating flower dress sharing
with us the gloom of yesterday and jonny...

We heard more of John Burnside - the featured poetry
book hero - anniversary and appleseed

Le maitre des mots Parkes said that at least 6 poems
he liked and he said that is ..pretty cool.. and of
his poems his poem about ...one day my prince will
come sung with his ghanaian soft voice still lingers
on and on

And Roccolo followed with page 21 - like the
avid quiet of radar and what I believe in, now -
until....

What a necklace of pearl words pressed into such a
short period - the setting was perfect and leaves
memories stirring strange subcell things in all
present and gratitude wells up in between -

Well done - and since there is no payment in coins the
payment was in the sound of clapping hands -

Come and bring your poems -

Read in your own voice -

Play the strings of emotions -

Don't be shy -

You poets
Out there
Somewhere -

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