Saturday, September 15, 2007

C is for Crimson

Had a fun time at the reading. Thanks to everybody who came, braving the Mariners game traffic and finding parking in Pioneer Square on a Friday night. Jared and Rebecca were awesome. I loved his poem about "disappeared" students. Amazing. And Rebecca gave a sneak preview of "Cadaver Dogs," full of wolves, dogs, raccoons, and other creatures. I had fun readings some pieces I haven't read in public before: "The Judas Tree" (a *Gay Jesus* poem) and "Ganymede to Zeus" (Greek myth morphed into May-December relationship poem, see below).

We went out after to Crimson. A new club downtown, that took the place of Larry's, a club that got closed down after several late-night shootings. It had a cool sophisticated look — blood-red walls (hmmmm), long narrow tables, soft lighting — and very deep heavy aggressive chest thrumming rap/hip-hop music playing. I think it was their opening weekend, and because of the new laws they were careful checking everybody's ID. Even Dean got carded (the first time in about half a century that has happened!). Great drinks, but really hard to have a conversation in a place like this. I wonder how you would ever make contact if you were single and looking to meet someone there? Just a wink and a look? Bust a break-dance move? Gawd I dunno.



They say you're old enough
to be my father; that you hold me
here against my will.
But what could they know
of a shepherd boy's desires?
I'm more than happy to languish
forever in this temple, floating
among the marble and clouds, raptly
peeling grapes and sipping
from your mighty cup.
After all, you are a god, and I
your adored and adoring boy.
Remember the day you found
me? I was tending the spring flock.
Their lambing cries and the stench
rising from their damp fur
filled the morning air. Oh, Daddy,
I cried as your hot breath
grazed my neck and your eagle's
talons pierced my tender backside.
As the slumbering village disappeared
below, and I howled for sisters I'd never
see again, you whispered, Ganymede will be Zeus'
most perfect love.
You pulled me closer
under wing, your warm belly firm
against my back, and I knew
you would fly me to heaven.

from What's Written on the Body


Radish King said...

Peter, was delighted that you read new poems (esp the Zeus poem though I couldn't bear to look over at Dean to see how he was taking it!)

I had so much fun, always do with you. We are fabulous are we not?


Premium T. said...

You wild party people! My middle-aged self kicked in and I was asleep by 8:30. Delighted that it was a good time. (For you, I mean!)

Peter said...

Rebecca: We are!

re: the Ganymede to Zeus poem, it does skirt the boundary of peronal/persona, doesn't it?

Another example for the WOMPO controversy?

As I was saying to Jared last night, I don't think any poem is ever 100% persona, or 100% personal; but somewhere on a continuum between the two. For a given poem, this can vary from reading to reading, reader to reader.

Peter said...

T: wish you could have joined us!

Radish King said...

Me too, T. I'm older than you are, NO EXCUSE GIRLY!

Brian Campbell said...

I enjoyed the poem, Peter, and look forward to enjoying the book.

early hours of sky said...

The book is wonderful Peter and I wish I could have been at the reading

though I think I would have added to the wildness.

Peter said...

Brian and Teresa: Thank you. *blush*