Join us at 12:30 on Sunday, September 21 as we celebrate the equinox with Emily Dickinson's poem about bees, butterflies and inebriation. Perhaps some more sober Lorine Niedecker and Cid Corman as well. A touch of Ginsberg. No experience with poetry required. Just some fearlessness.
Cid Corman performs It isnt for want
Lorine Niedecker performs Foreclosure
Allen Ginsberg performs A Supermarket in California — Babies in the tomatoes — Who killed the porkchops?
And here is Emily:
I taste a liquor never brewed —
From Tankards scooped in Pearl —
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of Air — am I —
And Debauchee of Dew —
Reeling — thro endless summer days —
From inns of Molten Blue --
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door —
When Butterflies — renounce their "drams"
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats —
And Saints — to windows run —
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the — Sun
Librivox audio (yes, there are alternate versions)