The Walt Whitman Birthplace invited me to host and read and sign books as part of their Walking With Whitman community reading series and it was exhilarating!
Some things that happened:
I made sure everyone knew it was National Donut Day.
A small workshop of poets introduced each other and read poems aloud using the skills they are developing in the workshop.
First Poet Laureate of Suffolk County and Writer-In-Residence George Wallace introduced me.
Former Poet Laureate of Suffolk County Robert Savino was there.
More than several people who didn’t know me before the reading were clearly trying to find out my age. Instead of asking me how old I am, they were asking all the questions I usually get when I know someone is trying to figure it out. The most obvious one is How long have you been teaching? Usually, I say Forever, which is of no help. Then several people also told me, You’re too young to remember but…. And I nodded because sure, why not still be too young to remember? Which doesn’t make any sense when you think about it. To be clear, I’m not annoyed when this happens. I think it’s funny. I have no concept of age, and I frequently forget how old I am if I’m not in a rounded-number-year, like 50. So let’s call me 50 for now.
Two comics were there and were inviting people to come to a maybe-maybe-not-super-secret-speakeasy that was also a hip hop recording studio. A discussion of this venue led to a discussion that confused Jake Tapper and John Taffer, which I very much enjoyed. Since I had plans for coffee because I may or may not be an old lady or child out past my bedtime, I had to decline checking out the venue, which is a pity because stand-up comedy is one of my favorite things in the world. Also, one of them asked if I thought I was funny, to which I responded, Yes, I’m hilarious.
[Sidenote: During one of the year-end student readings, a student from another class asked me if I do improv because I’m funny. Who needs the potential flopsweat of improv when you’ve got a captive audience in a classroom?]
As usual, I held court because I. Cannot. Stop. Teaching.
Photo by George Wallace
The open mic included the musings of Tom D’Angelo, Russ Green, Mary Healey, Dan Brown, and several other poets who were simply wonderful souls.
As usual, I made a crazy poet face.
Photo by George Wallace
The band 1 Step Ahead played, and they are brilliantly talented and everyone should book them for everything.
The Q&A was basically me mentioning 2001 A Space Odyssey about 2001 times.
There were snacks. I ate grapes. They were good.
I ran out of copies of Liberating The Astronauts. Never before have I seen such an engaged audience and sold that many books. Poetry! Is! Lucrative! (not really, but it’s nice to not have to carry back home such a heavy bag of books).
[Sidenote: if you would like a copy of For The Girls, I, WakeBreatheMove, or Liberating The Astronauts, check out my books page for information on how to do that. Are they sold on Amazon? I have no idea, but instead of Amazon, maybe order from the small presses or from me directly.]
I am so grateful to WWBP and the people who came out to share an evening of words and music.
Photo Courtesy of Robert Savino