Past readings (selected):
-- poetry, two group readings sponsored
by Hellas magazine -- with Alfred
Corn and others.
-- poetry, group reading with a group called
called Lingua, formed by Sondra Armor, at
-- short story, solo reading at Barnes &
Noble, Greenburgh, NY.
-- poetry, solo reading sponsored by Medicinal
Purposes magazine at the Orange Bear
in Manhattan's TriBeCa district.
-- poetry, group reading sponsored by Medicinal
Purposes magazine at the Orange Bear.
-- poetry, solo reading at the Port Washington
Public Library, Long Island.
February 20, 2002 -- poetry, solo reading from Stubborn
Pine. Montville Public Library, Montville, NJ.
April 24, 2002 -- "Tages: Writing Out Loud," group reading with the poets of Tages, a workshop I conduct for teenage writers. Greenburgh Library, Elmsford, NY.
July 21, 2002 -- poetry, solo reading at the Orange Bear.
another time, on a planet far, far away:
It was 1948
and the world was in turmoil with Red scares,
Churchill's Iron Curtain speech, loyalty oaths,
etc. Under the auspices of ASP (the Council
of Arts, Sciences and Professions, a progressive
organization for writers and others), a bunch
of writers decided to give a reading -- wound
up with several (called "For Writing Out
Loud") in a rented theater or auditorium,
with an actual admission price, live actors
doing the readings sometimes, etc. Where we
got the hubris to think we could charge I can't
say but we did play to packed houses, 600 or
more people each time. Work by Julie Fast, Eve
Merriam, even Arthur Miller, Tom McGrath, me.
The actors' readings were terrible; they were
much more interested in emoting and finding
work than understanding what it was they were
performing (not like the stuff read on NPR today
at Symphony Space, read by real professional
actors, not impecunious politicos). The readings
by the writers themselves were uniformly good.
What was the glue that held us together and
bound the audiences to us? It was the time.
The dawn of TV, so an unbrain-washed public.
Most attendees were political, as were the times.
The writers had some stature, at least for the
audiences we had in mind. I doubt that one could
bring it off today; the few big-time poetry
readings I've attended need Oates and Pinsky
et al to pull people to, let's say, Town Hall.
But the readings are uneven today, less intense
and intimate, and lives of course are not in
the balance. Politics is powerful glue. Not
easily replaceable even by quality stuff.