Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Call to Save the Poetic Ta-Tas: Come for the Tit, Stay for the Lit


I promised in the last post more on the epic pseudo-Valentine's Day gift that landed at my feet on February 13. And I still promise to share that shortly...

...after this glorified appearance announcement posing as a blog post. (Look, I'm ashamed. Just please forgive me.) Today's shameful self-promo moment is for a mammary-heavy reading myself and poet Hannah Miet will be featured at this Sunday, February 20. The event starts at 4pm and runs just over an hour at 308 Bowery, NYC, with booze available before, during and after.

Promise: This week's event will include a poem about hating poetry readings, live banjo, a hipster-friendly piece about riding rusty bicycles through New Orleans, at least one poet on prescription drugs after minor surgery, one Tony-Award winning surprise guest and, by popular demand, the return of Mick Jagger's Shirts.

For those of you who hate poetry (and, PS: if you do, you must have landed here via Google Images while searching for pictures of Mick Jagger. In which case you must be really frustrated by now.), give us a chance to prove you wrong.

Back story: Last month, George Wallace and Russ Green of the famed/infamous Bowery Poetry Club were deranged enough to let an unknown writer with an un-notable blog take the stage at Beat Hour as a featurette. They rewarded my not falling off the stage, throwing up, or reading a poem about my uterus by inviting me back for the series' February installment as a top-heavy top-liner. (I feel obligated after titling this post the way I did to continue making breast references.)

Beat Hour's always a blast, but this one is particularly hard to beat because three of its four featured performers are women (a rare occurrence at readings not organized by womens' groups)--cheers to Wallace and Green for making room for the ladies. In addition to Miet and myself, Jane Rosenberg Laforge will also be at the mic spitting out vivid visuals, and there's an open mic for you soon-to-be featurettes. (PS: Don't forget Ed Stever, as well as George and Russ, holding it down for the men-folk.) With one cheap ticket and as many cheap drinks as you like, you can help fight the good fight for both tits with pens and the continuation of the literary world at large.

A closing promise: There will be zero earnest poems about uteri, ovaries or menstrual cycles.

Hope to see you there. More details here: Beat Hour at Bowery Poetry, February 20, 2011.

(**Note: No breasts were harmed in the making of this post. The Trouble With Poet does not encourage the baring of bosoms during poetry readings...though we do not necessarily discourage it either.**)

15 comments:

  1. One time I fell asleep at a poetry reading and snored a little bit. I felt bad but the writing really was that boring.

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  2. You weren't the first and you won't be the last. But I don't think there'll be snoring this Sunday.

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  3. Hah! I love your note at the bottom! I am fully pro the baring of bosoms during poetry readings. ;-) Keep things frisky.

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  4. your TITle is pretty freaking brilliant. as far as the rest of this post, i feel like some street urchin peering into a fancy party world he can only admire and long for, from afar; greasy fingers and nose, only safe smudges on the outside of the window.

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  5. Do you think the readings can match your title? ;-) Wish I could be there!

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  6. @Ian--we're not all that fancy and are even more eager to make the party bigger. get your fingers and nose off the window and come inside, there's a drinking and some snacks waiting for you

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  7. One time I went to a reading and Jessica Cutler (google her...her 15mins of fame were up a while ago) was reading a "poem" about doing lines of coke in a bathroom, and getting a tampon stuck inside her from sex, and later discussing in great detail the smell-classy lady.

    And the worst part was her voice. Look, I don't hold voices against people, but she sounded so...suburban?

    Trust me, it couldn't be THAT bad. hahaha.

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  8. Kim Kim Kim...hillarious. I echo The Broad's sentiment...wish I could be there!

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  9. I'm always looking for ways to promote my new blog. You are giving me ideas!

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  10. i like your blog...and i believe the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased

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  11. oh!!!!
    this is so cute!
    great post!!!
    xoxo
    follow u =)

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  12. I love this idea! Just curious, will there be photos of the event??

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  13. gosh ur posts cheer me up so much

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