ryan invited me to read some poetry at his album release party. that would be the second time in the history of time that i have been brave enough to be identified as a poet.
it was a beautiful evening. the cobalt season bloomed and blessed, and it was great to be there. and i got to read a couple of my poems too.
today i got this picture from jared taken at the event. there i am in all my largeness.
there's a funny little piece of theater visible there. whenever i write the first version of a poem, it goes down on paper in which ever notebook i am carrying around. but before i am "done", a poem has definitely made it to the computer for all the staring and erasing and revising. so the best version of all my poems are on a computer. why am i reading from a note book then?
i decided that real poets don't read from laptops, so i copied the poems i intended to read, by hand, into a notebook so i could look all poetic and stuff while i was reading. for the next time (if there is one) maybe i can convince apple to make a molskine version of the macbook air, then i could be deep and poetic, and also hip and edgy.
what i remember from the evening ...
- ryan's shadow dancing behind him as he sang
- ryan singing into his guitar
- hearing how the poems that i had written and re-written and tied up neatly in a bow, unraveled themselves and became new creations and i spoke them.