Dressing to go up the hill to The Church Pub in Palgrave to listen to braver souls than this writer chant their stuff on a moisty Tuesday evening in early fall, I recall a piece on the Globe and Mail’s Facts & Arguments back page this summer. On a first Tuesday evening in July at The Tweedsmuir Tavern, Tweed district wordsmiths performed at the ‘First Tuesday Muse’ poetry reading in front of a boozy but kindly village pub audience. That probably describes the crowd I’ll meet tonight, but I’ll be in hiding, not having the nerve to do what some talented colleagues will be doing – exposing themselves in public!
Despite the G & M no longer paying out a fee, many of us in Writers’ Ink would still love to get a piece into Facts & Arguments, and Ardith Racey’s is a hard act to follow. I’m expecting that some of what she describes – “There are poems about local places. There are poems that seem childish, but are genuine. There are poems that are funny – limericks and half-songs; odes to the natural world; lyrics about the fragility of human relationships; about people who have been lost, one way or another. There are poems about suicide and depression. There are poems that sweep underneath the pretense of our lives and scrape at the truth” – will fill our ears tonight. Maybe I’ll see you there? Reading or boozing, or both (aren’t they synergistic?).
by Ian Keith Anderson