Celebrate Michigan Poetry In Lansing
The 5th Annual Michigan Poetry Festival, sponosred by the Poetry Resource Center of Michigan, will be a celebration with poetry readings and workshops, music and film, on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, June 19-21, in the Plaza Hotel, facing the State Capitol in Downtown Lansing. Nationallyknown Michigan poets Steve Chennault, Stuart Dybek, Claire McAllister, Linda Parker, George Tysh, and John Woods will be the featured readers.
In addition to the featured poets, the Festival will present "New Voices," a program of promising Michigan poets reading their work for the first time before a statewide audience, and other open readings will take place on Friday and Saturday. Chris Tysh will conduct a translation workshop, and Attorney Diane Soubly will lead a session on copyright law. The Festival will offer manuscript workshops, a book ale, and films on poets Anne Sexton, William Carlos Williams, Frank O'Hara and Ed Sanders. A complimentary Wine & Cheese Party will follow Friday night's program of readings and music.
The Festival is a unique opportunity for interaction between diverse members of Michigan's poetry community, a chance to hear new work and to meet others who are active in poetry.
The Festival fee for paid members of the Poetry Resource Center is $10. Others may register for $20, which includes a 1981 membership and subscription to the PRC's monthly newsletter and calendar. Senior citizens and students may deduct $5 from these prices. Hotel accommodations can be arranged hrough the PRC at reduced rates. The Michigan Poetry Festival is open to everyone. For a detailed schedule and registration form, contact the Poetry Resource Center of Michigan, Box 1322, Southfield, MI 48075. Registration is also possible on the first day of the Festival, Friday, June 19, from 3-5 p.m.
Contact persons: Henrietta Epstein, PRC President, (313) 577-8290 and Leonard Kniffel, PRC Vice-President, (313) 833-1474 (Detroit Public Library)..
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HALF-FILLED BED
I lie here and look at my half-filled bed. Won't anyone come tonite to lay down their head? If just tonite, you'll pretend
we're in love.
Just come and fill me the worn out glove. Just come please, please don't make me plead. I'm only asking relief for my physical need.
I won't try to hold you
I can't hold myself. Just come use me,
Put me back on the shelf.
I sit here and stare.
at my empty gray chair. Won't anyone come and converse with me there? Just come sit, and drink coffee with me. What happens then on is for us to see.
I lie here and look at
my half-filled bed.
If it stays this way I'd rather be dead.
By Karen Ryan
FENCES
We build up fences And follow the fold
Do you know how hard it is to do what we're told?
One person by day
And yet another by night
One to our family But, which one is right? Femme in the office Mr. Macho at the shop Nine-to-five cover-ups When do they stop?
Asking a favor
To take a "suitable" date A "dodge" to the family A game. Don't you hate? Be cool in the bars Attempting to score
To find a warm bedmate Or do you want more? Can't get too serious That's what it's about Besides if I like them What will I find out?
I may hit if off and
Find a person who cares Be happy and loved
Now who wants those wares?
I will wait here,
While you are gone;
Wondering, now and then, About you and hoping You are doing well. Patiently waiting, yet Not interfering in what You believe you have to do. I'll think of running after you. But it is you who is lost And finding you would Not be finding you, You must find yourself. So I will wait here, Patiently and hope that When you discover who You are, you will still Be apart of me. By J.A.K.
You called to say hello And to say that you were fine And you hoped you hadn't hurt me. But you needed time to think. You were going far away To find a direction for your life And hoped I'd, too, be happy Even though we'd be apart. You'll be back in time, you knew, And maybe then we'll talk again. Please take care of our babies And remember your last words. You called to say good-bye. By J.A.K.
My "other" lifes will notice No longer a loner, happy is me All because I found a mate There's a problem you see? The fences I've built Are much higher you see Then the good I can feel If I just let me be.
By Joel
I LOVE YOU
I know I love you.
I don't know which one of us Those words scare the most. Pain is loving a objecting object.
By M.S.
THEY
THEY tell me I'm sick THEY shove me away THEY are my "brothers" Like me they are gay THEY want me for sex THEY need to be free THEY too fear the future Why do they laugh at me?
THEY scoff at my love THEY search for the same THEY condemn my feelings Why slander my name? THEY work for their fortunes THEY frequent one place THEY won't carry placards Yet they spit in my face. THEY take away my lovers THEY destroy my mate THEY punish my pride But they I cannot hate THEY are the mis-guided THEY have not "come-out" THEY 'support the very reasons That I'm all about
THEY move me to pity THEY bring on my fear THEY reinforce the idea Our destruction is near
THEY listen don't hear THEY talk don't speak THEY lust not love Oh God, are they weak
THEY really are the THEY that they fear THEY sometimes listen This time I hope they hear. By Joel
ODE TO J.A.K.
Yes, this is an Ode to J.A.K.
Whose poetry has often made my day. Many a time I read J's words
And it was as if my feelings were heard By this someone I don't even know
Who pulled out of my soul what I couldn't show I'm sure there are others who feel as I do So on everyone's behalf, J.A.K., I thank you
By Lucle Mathieu
EVER AFTER
Look behind my stone grey eyes Peer into my soul
But don't be so surprised
When you find that it's cold
You find that I intrigue you
With my wicked, twisted mind
My favorite colors, black and blue So don't step out of line
The leather pants, the vest, the shirt Fit my body just like a glove The whip you see is gonna hurt Which you will soon learn to love You cower down at my feet And beg to be let go Oh no, no no, oh no my sweet Cause you're part of this show
The screams you hear will be your own As they mix with my laughter
And the pain you feel down to your bones Will linger ever after
By Lucie Mathieu
SPECIAL LADY
Never written a poem about women before, never found one worthy of my words. But now I find things I must say, things that must be heard.
Somehow let you know how I feel for you friendship,
respect,
Yes, even love.
I'm not sure that you knew.
I want to make you feel the way I know that no man can.
Love you with my mind, my heart, my lips, my hands.
Your eyes reflect a lonely, lovely pain
I wish that I could fill.
Share your dreams, your hopes, your fears, but I know I never will. And yet I hope you find the love your longing for, these are things I had to say that couldn't be ignored. by Karen Ryan
THE PROBLEM
I don't think I'll call you tonight.
I think I'll take on another activity and Lose myself in busy-ness.
You're beginning to mean too much to me. And I still don't know how to handle that.
I don't know how to lose you.
That's part of the problem.
I don't know how to win either. That's the other part.
By Michael
What is it about you Morgan
That makes me want to bite your ear
Is it the way you nuzzle me Or the nasty way you sneer? You're such a klutzy little bitch We've got to keep you penned And though you often need a bath You're still a sweet old friend
by Lucie Mathieu
SET ME FREE
Death will be my birth
my home will be
the earth
my mother is the ground
from whence my dust was found I'll no longer see the sky
or have to wonder why
for peace will come
to me
when death does set me free
by Karen Ryan
LET ME BE
Let me be
A person who Loves another As I do
Let me be A spirit free Roaming a place
Just to be
Let me be
Human without guilt Facing a life
I have built
Let me be
With someone dear Sharing a life Without a fear
Let me be
Your family members. Nuturing the love My past remembers
Let me be
A unit whole
Developing a life With a mutual soul
Let me be Able to walk Arm-in-arm when You won't gawk
Let me be
Gentle and kind
Loving ahead, not Looking behind.
Let me be
Capable to caress Another like me Who wears a dress
Let me be
All that I plan Caring for someone Who is also a man
Let me be
What I feel inside Someone of beauty With nothing to hide
Let me be
What I discover A feeling, warm and Compassionate lover
Let me be
Together and one Having the right To walk in the sun
Let me be
As I always pray "God, give me strength
to be free and gay."
By Joel