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Wayman Barnes 10.12.01

The Horseshoe Raid








Wayman Barnes 10.12.01

The Horseshoe Raid

Rumor had it that the Horseshoe open mic was mostly music with a dab of poetry. We thought it would be fun to pack the place with poets and piss off the musicians. So we had a raid! But to our surprise, they seemed to dig us.

Oh well, maybe next time.

Go be a dab, enjoy some good music, and tell Garrett we sent you.

The Horseshoe
14568 Ventura Blvd.
Sherman Oaks
(Off the 101N exit, Van Nuys Blvd.)
Sign up - 7:30

Wayman Barnes 10.12.01

And one more for the road ...
"Cosmopolitan."

Wayman Barnes 10.11.01

I'd like to add that Don Deedon was superb. The man oozes poetry.

John Kilroy 10.11.01

Just wanted to say how much I have come to immediately appreciate LitRave.

On Monday, I sent a note to Wayman to sign me up for the LitRave news, and he was kind enough to post a poem and my website. Then, on Wednesday, I caught the LitRave crew at a reading in Orange County, and enjoyed the evening immensely. Great fun. Big talent. And Frankie Drayus absolutely blew me away. Her work cooks in print, and became almost cinematic at times in her live delivery. Wow. A moment of transportation that reminded me once more of the powerful voodoo of which poetry is capable.

I am most grateful, and a sudden LitRave fan.

Wayman Barnes 10.10.01

If you ever go down to hear the Redondo Poets you'll find this to be true, Wanda VanHoy Smith ROCKS!!!

Wayman Barnes 10.9.01

Uncommon Common Grounds

There is a new open mic you will want to support in Northridge. It's hosted by Relic, whom you may know from Da Poetry Lounge and Co-lab:Oration. There is musical accompaniment (if you want it) and a good sized audience after 9. Get a group together and go. And tell Relic that we sent you.

Common Grounds
8pm (closer to 9)
9250 Reseda Blvd.
Northridge
818-882-3666

John Kilroy 10.8.01

Astronomy

Our anxious eyes of scattering crows
will see this town obliterate us back
to little more than insect tracks--
numbers: phone, address. Love ends
in smoking silk numerology, launching
airy ashen streamers & fakir ropes
of steam dissipating from 3s
and 9s, until 3319 is postal code
and geography again, not a church
where the risen held each other
into a jumping forest of sleep,
for a sure exchange of dreams.
I had the ambition of jet engines,
while you could lay out time soft
and easy as a picnic blanket.
When I die, your antique pendant
will rush again, gold creek
veiny into the palest apple hills.
I hope to stroll upon your last breath,
as more than a speed of men in doors--
rangy evidence of your boldest miles.
We sail as comets close round
the Earth, then off to the grevious
cold, the interstellar dark. Proof,
we have become: space expands.
We turn, the door clicks bone shut,
then strangers form the heavens
once again for astronomers like us,
each sky chaotic, fine as quantum light.

Copyright John Kilroy

Leslie Moore 10.6.01

Poetry Everywhere!

Hi LitRavers. There is an article in the current LA Weekly about poetry and current events. What do you think?

Jelena aka Helen the Bashful Dragon 10.6.01

R.I.P.

Another noble poetry reading attempt ends in untimely death. Rest in peace, Poets Cabin! As of October 6, 2001, Poets Cabin is officially "closing shop." It's a tough world out there, but I am sure Apple and Ursula will come up with something else really soon. Don't give up, girls! We love you!

Paying last respects to Poets Cabin,
Jelena aka Helen the Bashful Dragon

"Sullivan's Travels" Fan 10.6.01


Preston Sturges' golden rules for successful comedy:
A pretty girl is better than a plain one
A leg is better than an arm
A bedroom is better than a living room
An arrival is better than a departure
A birth is better than a death
A chase is better than a chat
A dog is better than a landscape
A kitten is better than a dog
A baby is better than a kitten
A kiss is better than a baby
A pratfall is better than anything.

Jelena aka Helen the Bashful Dragon 10.5.01

Poets & Patriots

It was a strange night at Zen last night... And not only because the Moon was full and Mercury was retrograde, but because we were saying a poetic farewell to one of LA's poetic "fixtures," Jeff Jurgens.

See, Jeff is re-enlisting in the Navy today, and last night was his last time in town for a (long) while. So, Larry came to a great idea to give him a Guest Poet spot at last night's event and let us get a fill of his poetry to hold us until he returns. And, that was the right thing to do, for Jeff had some mighty words...

Apart from the "farewell party," the rest of the night was as usual: quite unusual. There were open mic readers and a PL mic virgin among them, B. Jonsie ("...and all of that from across the room"). There was a featured poet, Iris Berry, accompanied by some mellow guitar sounds. There was the newly refurbished stage, the mic, and the poetic warmth of the audience... There was Zen. And, in the spirit of zen, we went into the night in silence.

Zoning out at Zen and raving for LitRave,
Jelena aka Helen the Bashful Dragon

Leslie Moore 10.3.01

Greetings fellow poets and LitRavers! There is a nice article on the poet laureate, Billy Collins, in the current Village Voice.

Wayman Barnes 10.1.01

Like that would prove anything. You'd probably make it wrong just to make your point. Yeah, I know your tricks, too. But I will accept your challenge. I want to see if you are brave enough to actually invite people to a Cosmo party at your humble abode aka Clutterville.

Frankie Drayus 10.1.01

All right, Wayman Barnes. You think if you are willfully stupid about the flavor of Cosmopolitans that I'll be forced to have you and a bevy of other witnesses over to my place for a Cosmo Tasting Party. I am on to your tricks. You think you know my weaknesses. You think I always have to prove my point. But you have unfair knowledge of exactly how many martini glasses I own. You know about the multiple cocktail shakers. You were there when I read the ESSAY about Cosmopolitan at Beyond Baroque. Well let me tell you, it's not going to work...no sirree... Not yet, anyway.

Wayman Barnes 10.1.01

Dear Frankie,
This is further proof that you are absolutely insane. Who in the hell would want to go to The William Faulkner Martini Party? That doesn't even have a nice ring to it. At least, The Martin Amis Martini Party has a poetic-ness to it.

In Cindy's defense, a drink with vodka, cointreau (orange-flavored), lime, and cranberry juice qualifies as a sweet drink. William Faulkner wouldn't have been caught dead drinking a Cosmopolitan, let me tell you.

But Martin Amis might.

Frankie Drayus 10.1.01

Martin Amis? I was toasting William Faulkner - same birthday you know. And he wrote that brilliant Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Or maybe I was toasting F. Scott Fitzgerald - his birthday was also this week. But after so much vodka it is possible that I was actually toasting Preston Sturges, who did not have a birthday this week but saved my poetic life with Sullivan's Travels. Note to Cindy: that pink drink glowing on the bar was NOT a sweet drink. That was a Cosmopolitan, which is vodka, cointreau, and lime with just a splash of cranberry for a triangular glass of perfection.

Leslie Moore 9.30.01

Thanks for telling me about the Rapp Saloon. It was cool getting to meet everyone.

Wayman Barnes 9.28.01

The Martin Amis Martini Party














Wayman Barnes 9.28.01

The Martin Amis Martini Party

Martin Amis would have been proud. Our belated birthday (8.25) for him turned into an all night drink-a-thon. We started at the Broadway Deli where we had lots of martinis and great conversation and ended at Wayman Barnes' apartment where we settled for straight vodka and Jan Terri videos. With the exception of having a hangover the next morning, it was a wonderful LitRave.

Our apologies to anyone who went to the Broadway Bar & Grill. They had neglected to tell us that they turn into a dance club on Friday nights. The bastards! We went across the street instead.