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In Praise of Poetry   2 comments

A call for poems from the Caffe Beano Community!

Back in the early days of the current century, my friend Michael Finner and I had the idea of starting a small publishing house here in Calgary. Our plan was to publish poetry and plays and other books of interest to the literary community. We called it B House, for reasons too diverse and obscure to go into at this time.

One of our early projects was an anthology of poetry written by the denizens of Caffe Beano. Beano is a special place for many of us who live in the Beltline neighbourhood of Calgary (and beyond). It has a diverse clientele — zillionaires from up the mountain to the south and a real mixed bag of folks living more modestly in the immediate vicinity. You never know who you might be standing next to in line when you’re waiting to place your order.

At any given time, should you venture into the place, you might find a number of people working away in paper notebooks or on laptops. Others might be reading. It’s populated by patrons (as well as staff) from various artistic communities of Calgary — literary, visual arts, music, photography, etc. etc.

As I said in my introduction to our first anthology, “If you’ve ever wondered what those of us who like to write in a public place like Caffe Beano are actually writing — here’s your answer.”

We published the first Caffe Beano poetry anthology in 2008 and followed with a second a few years later. As we haven’t done all that much since then in the area of poetry, other than three beautiful books by the indefatigable Kirk Miles and another beauty by Tyler Perry. I’ve come to refer to B House as a “boutique publisher.” Make of that what you will.

On any account, a few months ago one of the current employees at Beano came across the original anthology. We were looking at it, and with the help of Emily, the manager, and the blessing of Keaton, the owner, we decided to do another — 18 years later! We’re being assisted by Stephanie who edited the original volume. And we have a great young graphic designer, Charlie, who will be creating the look of the book.

Some of the contributors to the original anthology will be back, some have disappeared, at least one has sadly passed away during the interval. We are curious as to how the poems (and in some cases, drawings) we receive from not only established writers but from a new generation of younger poets will differ from those we collected so long ago, and how they will remain the same.

Anyone with any kind of association with Beano over the years is welcome to submit a poem or two or a drawing for the book. The poems don’t have to be about coffee. In fact, they should probably be about something else.

If you’re interested, the information for submission is on the poster above. If you have any questions, leave a comment and I’ll be sure to get back to you.

In the words of Allen Ginsberg: “Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.”

Thanks for reading!

Poetry: A Matter of Life or Death   Leave a comment

A new poetry reading series was launched in Calgary this evening. Called Pocketful of Poesy, it is being championed by local poet Summer Abney. I was asked to be the feature poet this evening. I’m always happy to help out with such enterprises. Years ago I read at the first ever Red Mile Revenge reading. That reading series continued for years at various locations along 17th Avenue. I was always proud to think that I’d contributed to its success.

So tonight we launched a new series. Will it run for years and years? Time will tell, I suppose. Summer and I had a bleak moment around 7 o’clock when no one had shown up and we wondered if we’d just have to go home and try again another night. But, as they say, if you build it, they will come, and before long we had a respectable number of people gathered together for no other reason than to hear from poetry and a bit of music.

Those of us who were there have to feel optimistic about the enthusiasm and the talent in the room tonight. (The room in this case being Waves coffee shop on 17th Ave. and 10th Street, which is actually well suited for such an event.)

One of our poets, Chris aka Clayton, told the story of writing his first volume of poetry after being encouraged by some people on the internet not to end his life one bleak evening years ago. And so we were all reminded once again, somewhat graphically, that poetry is not gratuitous or frivolous — sometimes it can literally be a matter of life or death.

Well, the old man read a few poems, as my photo shows — the poet in action! But more importantly we had some good readings and some music from poets much younger than me. I’ve included a section of one of my poems below, as well as the poster for this series at the bottom of this post. It will run every Wednesday night from tonight until the end of time. It’s an open mic so all poets young and old are welcome to come down and share their poems.

Thanks for reading. See you at Weeds . . .

3. The stars

You hear

The tension

Of the stars

And the sizzle

As they burn a million miles

Away from you.

You hear

The light

The different pitches

The waves and forces

That hold the stars apart

Fixed, but moving

You hear the motion

Of the great wheel of heaven

And the stasis of the constellations

You hear all this

You hear the stars.

The rest

Is silence.