Tuesday, April 11, 2006
My favorite piece Shanna read was something called Mouth Made Out of Trees, apparently a title suggested, if not enforced, by poet/friend Schafer Hall. A snip:
Your mouth is its own environment a canyon
with trees and snow a felt mouth unembroidered
coal a paintbrush of dark wood the instrument
of the mouth wind blown through the mouth of trees.
Conrad's reading left us wanting more as usual. I often note during his readings how eager folks are to absolutely crack up & understandably so because he's certainly honed line & delivery. Though I'm not certain many of his poems are intentionally or exclusively funny. Especially Dear Mr. President There Was Egg Shell...poem (Google it!). But it's one of the many things I really dig about this poet - relevant, opulent tragicomedy. Exhibit:
It's True I Tell Ya
My Father is a 50 Cent
my father paper thin again
lost on the basement floor
but who will put their lips
to his stiff old hard-on?
who will blow him up?
who will want this
a tree again?
Thanks for the incredible, indelible afternoon.
PS - thanks, too, for the wine and chocolate donuts with jimmies, Conrad!
PPS - re previous post "4 springing UP!," Heather's last name won't be Hassen but Saker. for future (& public) reference...