Poems read by the author are the best, especially when the poet reads well, as Evan J Peterson does. You can hear him on his MySpace page, Audible Edible Poetry. Peterson has a great sense of humor, and does satire very well. Listen to his Garlic Poisoning, you’ll love it.
His blog is called Poemocracy, and has links to several online literary magazines where he has been published, including this gem on qarrtsiluni, clay.
Peterson describes his parents as hippies, which makes me laugh, as I think my son, who is 18, would probably say the same thing about me. I missed the true hippie generation, since I was a teen in the late seventies, but the atmosphere was all around us. We all wanted to live in a commune, but by the time we were old enough to do it, most had shut down due to lack of money or rampant hepatitis. Still, in Athens, GA we had events like the Wintersville Art Equinox Happening. Close enough to a commune-like environment, I suppose.
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I love his reading of Garlic Poisoning – fine piece of writing. Good find, Christine! G
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Evan is a sweetheart and a great poet. Glad you’re showing him some love.
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G, I’m so glad you like his poem – it does draw you into the drama, doesn’t it?
Hey, Collin, I found him on your site, I should have mentioned that. I love meeting up with people who are smart and sensitive.
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C, I love the idea of Edible Poetry. It reminded me of a poem by Eve Merriam called “How To Eat a Poem”.
How To Eat a Poem
by Eve Merriam
Don’t be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.
For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.
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Great poem to share here, Michelle. My favorite poems these days are ones that personify and make concrete abstract concepts.
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Love that poem, Michelle. Ha. When I’ve floated down from puppy heaven, I’ll go listen. Thanks, C.
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Christine–
You so damn cool.
You so damn cool, ice don’t know what to do when you walk in the room.
You so damn cool, the polar bears all want to kiss your toes.
You so damn cool, Hot pulls her hat down over her eyes when she spots you.
You so damn cool.
Thank you from the bottom of my belly for that excellent write-up, and thanks to Collin for helping you find me.
Love,
Evan
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Evan,
No, you so damn cool! I love your poems on Edible, gonna eat ’em up. I’ll be back on Poemocracy to read your linked up poems!
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christine, i just saw a clip from an upcoming indie movie about the life of Salvador Dali and Federico Garcia Lorca and i thought of you. its called Little Ashes.
now i’m off to listen to that poem…thanks for the intro!
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