11 December 2007

The only good poet

Tonight the Art Bar is presenting its annual Dead Poets Society Night. I was invited some months ago to participate, but a couple of weeks ago I withdrew after getting a snipey little insult from one of the event's organizers. And after I withdrew, he barraged me with further, and far less subtle, insults.

It was more fallout from my post-Small Press Book Fair blog entry — after which I was repeatedly personally attacked by one of the fair organizers for offering criticism of the job they did and inquiring about their "advertising campaign."

So, for now, here are a couple of poems by the New Jersey poet whose work I had hoped to expose people to tonight, Alfred Starr Hamilton. I'm pretty sure I've blogged about him before.


That's a pint of red daisies
That has been sent to your florist
That he has become your drunkard


Are you whistling
At the back of the dark hallway?
All I do know about dark life
About three rickety flights upstairs.
Are you barked at tonight
By a puppy? that would if he could
Have fed you all the dog biscuits
You wanted, or ever could have –


One cloud, one day,
Came as a shadow in my life,
And then left, and came back again; and stayed

I think those might have been among the best poems ever uttered at the Art Bar.

Over and out.


At December 12, 2007 5:31 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey Stu,
would love to read book/books by this fellow. wondering if you might be willing to offer titles/biblio information here or otherwise about his work?
Bev Daurio

At December 18, 2007 3:36 pm , Blogger Grace O'Connell said...

Stuart, I love those poems! How did you find this person's work? It's really fantastic.


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