GHOST TOWN POETRY OPEN MIC
Featuring Patrick Bocarde and Melissa Sillitoe
hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Partington
all ages and uncensored since 2004
7pm Thursday, July 12, 2012
and every second Thursday
Cover to Cover Books
6300 NE St. James Rd., Suite 104B
(St. James & Minnehaha)
Vancouver, WA
360-993-7777
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Featuring Patrick Bocarde and Melissa Sillitoe:
Patrick Bocarde did, according to legend, come from his mother’s womb in the dreaded Nordic winter of 1969. He saved his family just after birth when instinctively he knew they must live off the warmth of burning Rod McKuen Albums. Patrick graduated from SUNY-Binghamton in 1991, and a year later headed west with a car full junk and a head full of poems which soon he would be unleashing on an unsuspecting audience, Among them the early Cafe Lena crowd.
Since then, Patrick has been a contributor to the culture of Portland poetry, having been a host, a sound engineer (to this day!) for KBOO’s poetry program Talking Earth, and contributor to local writing journals including the Broken Word anthologies, the Temple, and Venetian Blind Drunk, among others. He was, with co-conspirator Neil Anderson, creator of the satirical short film “the worriers” (based on the cult classic the warriors) and his chapbooks include This Economy Must Be Destroyed, Walking Home Weird, and Metalbook (available for $5 at the July 12 event).
Nailpyres by Patrick Bocarde
We regret the loss of blood
as a thousand nail fangs pierce
her humphung human flesh;
The Society for the Conservation
of Humans claims we must limit
the spread of Nailpyres, who
needlessly lose blood and waste
human stock by the dozens each night.
They must be forced to wear
safe, workable fangs or we
shall exterminate them with extreme
prejudice. So, frail human
victims of supple neck and breast,
choose your vampires carefully,
and you will be rewarded
with a slow yet pleasurable demise.
Melissa Sillitoe: I moved from Salt Lake City to Portland in 2005, and I love this silver sky and river city and its soft light. As a poet, I use everyday words and their inherent music, juxtaposing these with lyrical and symbolic language. I hope to write poems where every word matters, even if its purpose is to keep the poem’s music or momentum intact. I’ve published in a few places like THE BEAR DELUXE, and I’ve performed at invited readings series, including ones produced by dan raphael and KBOO’s Barbara LaMorticella. In 2007, I created Show and Tell Gallery, a 501c3 non-profit that continues to produce weekly spoken word events, some spontaneous, some rehearsed collaborations. I also co-produce the Verse in Person series at Northwest Library and have helped produce other events, such as Goatfest and a bluegrass music series at Backspace Café.
What Happened by Melissa Sillitoe
It was autumn, my first.
It was Red Butte Garden.
Who cares how I got there,
my sleepwalk, those unlikely
years spent outside seasons,
eyes adjusting to starless nights.
I might have looked down,
as usual, and missed it.
No trick of light
that glowing ember sky,
when one sunbeam
struck. It stuck.
Now, miles later, I don’t
know why I looked up.
Gold fell from openhanded trees.
One birdnote I couldn’t sing
startled my dreams.
I know just this:
all I had was gone, all I
did not dare hope waited.
No. More. Trees,
Where, everywhere,
vermilion autumn
bled for me, in spite of me.
Note: This poem was recently published in Take Out 8, published and edited by Laura Winter.
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