Disturbin' the Un-urban Things were just this side of normal when we walked into the Un-urban Coffeehouse. The host, Tony, was setting up the microphone for the usual Wednesday night reading and Isa was making some of the regulars their espresso. No one had told them that we were crashing their open mic. They had no idea the LitRave was coming.
Tony did the intro with his usual panache, starting with one of his favorite poems about a mother who refuses to talk about France. Unfortunately, we had brought along quite a few French-speaking Europeans and they did not know what to make of his comments. Seeing that we were quickly becoming a mob, Tony sat down and told us to just introduce ourselves. And that is exactly what Wayman Barnes did. He then did some poems that made fun of Nietzsche, Sartre, and Foucault - a blatant attempt to win over the Europeans.
Following him was Marietta who did a poem that made everyone in the coffeehouse feel like they were just chillin'. She then passed the microphone to Thurston Sutton. He laid on the charm and read about a trip he made to Florida and other places "south."
After that Amy Finnochio hopped up on stage and did her "S" poem. It was ssssuperb. She also bemoaned the difficulties of pure carnal connection. It seemed obvious that ssssomething ssssexy was beginning to happen, but Jackie Browne changed the mood with a serious poem that she had written specifically for the evening, "Un-urbanity." It was nice to see Jackie back on stage performing again.
Frankie Drayus then startled everyone by performing a slight striptease and reciting some love poems for her main squeeze, including the clever "Ode to David's Liver."
It seemed Damon Rutledge might have been slightly influenced by her when he did a piece that we all thought was going to be a love poem, but turned out to be something completely different. Apparently, Damon does not do "love" poems.
The mood of the evening became very jovial when the Un-urban regular, Barry, performed his comic monologue about giving piano lessons to breasts with aggressive women attached. Some of us wondered how we could get that job. Barry was then followed by Dan Collins who reminded us that life is not always so happy with his intense poem, "Denial of Day."
Keeping things in a serious vain, Ivan then did his piece about intolerance called, "White Christians." It was beginning to seem like our little soirée was taking a rather bleak turn.
Just then, sensing that we needed a good pick-me-up, Isa the barista emerged from behind the espresso machine and threw down some words of her own. All in all, an excellent night.
Tony did the intro with his usual panache, starting with one of his favorite poems about a mother who refuses to talk about France. Unfortunately, we had brought along quite a few French-speaking Europeans and they did not know what to make of his comments. Seeing that we were quickly becoming a mob, Tony sat down and told us to just introduce ourselves. And that is exactly what Wayman Barnes did. He then did some poems that made fun of Nietzsche, Sartre, and Foucault - a blatant attempt to win over the Europeans.
Following him was Marietta who did a poem that made everyone in the coffeehouse feel like they were just chillin'. She then passed the microphone to Thurston Sutton. He laid on the charm and read about a trip he made to Florida and other places "south."
After that Amy Finnochio hopped up on stage and did her "S" poem. It was ssssuperb. She also bemoaned the difficulties of pure carnal connection. It seemed obvious that ssssomething ssssexy was beginning to happen, but Jackie Browne changed the mood with a serious poem that she had written specifically for the evening, "Un-urbanity." It was nice to see Jackie back on stage performing again.
Frankie Drayus then startled everyone by performing a slight striptease and reciting some love poems for her main squeeze, including the clever "Ode to David's Liver."
It seemed Damon Rutledge might have been slightly influenced by her when he did a piece that we all thought was going to be a love poem, but turned out to be something completely different. Apparently, Damon does not do "love" poems.
The mood of the evening became very jovial when the Un-urban regular, Barry, performed his comic monologue about giving piano lessons to breasts with aggressive women attached. Some of us wondered how we could get that job. Barry was then followed by Dan Collins who reminded us that life is not always so happy with his intense poem, "Denial of Day."
Keeping things in a serious vain, Ivan then did his piece about intolerance called, "White Christians." It was beginning to seem like our little soirée was taking a rather bleak turn.
Just then, sensing that we needed a good pick-me-up, Isa the barista emerged from behind the espresso machine and threw down some words of her own. All in all, an excellent night.
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