Way too much rain in JUNEuary
Rain rushed in, and we grumbled about having to light yet another fire in the woodstove.
Last night I heard Kay read at Book Passage– I got Connie Breeze to come, as well as another longtime friend, the drummer Sally Burr. I saw many of Kay’s devoted readers, colleagues, and friends in the packed bookshop. Three different women introduced Kay, reminding me of a team lead-out in a road race: the domestiques give it their all, and then the champion sprints in for the win.
Anyone who’s heard Kay before knows that, while her poetry stands beautifully on the page, her readings are wonderful.
She mentioned how she’d always wanted to be a stand-up comic, but that she probably would have bombed on the comedy circuit.
“Here, you are expecting a poet. The standard is so much lower….” (uproarious laughter from an adoring crowd).
“It’s amazing what people read into your work. This next one is called “Crown”:
A young woman wrote me, saying that she’d recently had some dental work, and recognized that this was what the poem was about …I told her no, that wasn’t it, but thanks for the laugh…”
I can’t sleep.