Hi Chris,
Here the fotos from the PF-CCLA Mini Festalito-Quebec - 14 participants, 5 languages - English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Pharsi. If you count the construction workers sonorously rivaling with us next door - 17 participants....I read them my following poem:
Montreal Summer Deconstructing Construction
to the (de)construction crews of avenue de L’Esplanade et rue Hutchinson, 2013 (with apologies to all the left out after 5 do-it-yourselfers)
Takka-takka-takka-takka-takka
geeeta-geeeta-geeta-geeeta
the pile driver drives you down
til your spine has no discs left
zzzz-zzz-zeet-zzzz-zzz-zeet
the circular saw slices heart and throat
thudda-thudda-whomp-thudda-whomp-thudda
thudda-thudda-whomp-thudda-whomp-thudda
the mallet socks it to ya
molars and bones shatter, fly about the room
til your very marrow shatters
From seven til three
screechy-screechy-clang-screecy-clang-screechy-clang-screechy
into the dumpster it goes
a half-an-hour more
yaar, yaar, yaar, rumble, rumble, rumble
‘soir, ‘morrow, ciao
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An azure hole in the universe swallows them all
through the transparent expanding dusk
Limp as drowned earwigs we lie plastered
in our nightly beds
to rise again
takka-takka-takka….
geeeta-geeeta-geeeta….
We do not long for summer’s end
Oh no, but its endless perfect continual eternity
when all rests forever built
still among flowers and leaves
soft air and breeze.
Dustless.
Katharine Beeman, 2013
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thanks for the great poem, Katharine! love it - so many poetry readings are conducted over, above, around & through competing sounds & elements - pleased to see that you & your gathering were able to overcome this : )
Congrats as well on the attendance & the international flavouring. Great to know that the PurdyFest vibe & People's Poetry tribal gathering spirit has expanded to yet another new home!
I've posted your poem & a pic on my blog.
peace & poetry power!
Chris & Chase Wrffffffffffffffffffff! (miss those Montreal-style bellyrubs!)
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Marvelous poem, Katharine! I love the sounds – and the wish at the end.
Vroom, thwack, bzzzz
from Hamilton,
Ellen
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