Audio Archive Donated to WRVM

It’s official now. The historic radio interview archive that was created mostly between 1993 and 2004 will now be housed at and preserved by the White River Valley Museum in beautiful Auburn, Washington, the former Slaughter.

This news article by the impeccable Robert Whale says it all:

The Museum’s press release was posted at Splab.org a few days ago, but seeing it in the “paper” makes it feel that much more official. This comes a few months before the organization now known as SPLAB celebrates its 25th anniversary. The party happens December 14, 2018 at the White River Valley Museum:

Speakers scheduled at this time to discuss SPLAB, the interview archive and the history of the organization include Dominick DellaSala, Jason Wirth and Greg Watson. We hope to see you there.

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BAAM Fest

I have only lived in the Rainier Beach neighborhood for thirteen months, but already have the distinct pleasure of sharing some of my poems at the annual BAAMfest. Cindi Laws is the organizer and is creating a neighborhood festival with the spirit of the old Bumbershoot, before it became a corporate affair. I interviewed her YEARS ago about extending the monorail. (See www.splab.org/listen) and she was kind enough to invite me.

What: BAAMfest
When: Sunday, August 19, 2018
What Time: 1:45pm
Where: Corner of Henderson and Rainier Av S. at the Rainier Beach Community Center

I will perform for 15 minutes on the Black Business Matters Word Stage at 1:45. Hopefully we’l be running on time and I can run over to the Planet Fitness Main Stage at 2pm and see Deems Tsutakawa for the first time in YEARS. We played his music all the time on KNUA, 106.9FM, back in the day. Who else would title a tune “Tough Tofu?”

Am thinking of reading:

Frida One and Too
First, Breath
Elegy for Tahlequah’s Calf

but that is all subject to the whims of the moment, which sometimes work out well. I’ll bring some books to sell.

We love this neighborhood. Waking up to see the lake everyday to watch sunrises, & plot the track of the sun north and south, is a huge blessing. Having Red Wing Café (a VEGETARIAN café) with amazing food 700 steps away from our house is a blessing. The coffee is excellent, as are the baked goods, the soups and the food in general. I’ve never had a bad meal there and the service is always kind. Never attitude, which is a blessing these days. Also, Jude’s is fantastic and they have a bartender who has special knowledge of vermouth, which can be deadly! (Ask Mark Paschal about Rinomato Americano.)

Rainier Beach still feels like Old Seattle, pre-Amazon, though it too is changing. This neighborhood historically has been a place where people of color (Japanese-American, African-American among others) have been welcomed (or a place to which they were relegated) and so is much more diverse than most Seattle neighborhoods, which suits us. It is NOT bourgeois, which also suits us. The daylighting of Mapes Creek was done with great care and I would like to see the day when it is ALL daylighted, from south of Kubota Garden at its source, through the beautiful gardens to the spot just west of Henderson and Seward Park Avenue south where it pops back up above ground.

It should be fun Sunday. I hope to see you.

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Six Postcards

Bhakti and I got back from an overnight sojourn to THE MULTIVERSE on San Juan Island yesterday. We went to the community/arts spot Ian, Jennifer and Gavia Boyden have created to showcase art and were delighted to be serenaded by original keyboard music while watching the Perseid meteor showers Sunday night.

Upon our return SIX POSTCARDS! (This with two weeks left officially in the 2018 August POetry POstcard Fest.

These are the images of the six cards and, best as I can tell, the poets are Charles Stobert, Linda Crosfield, Terry Holzman, Stanley DelGozo, Carmen Kennedy and one that was unsigned and postmarked in North Houston, Texas. They are, in part, poignant, touching, funny, personal and one touches on a shared experience of the poet and I.

The stamps include images of David Bowie, John F. Kennedy, Sarah Vaughn, an Andrew Wyeth painting, the American flag and a furry white Canadian animal of some kind, perhaps a goat, festooning the beaver card. Two are from my group and three are bonus cards, one of the benefits of being the person who runs the postcard fest. The six bring my take so far 23 cards.

What a delight this fest continues to be. How does it get better every year? There has been some confusion as to whether this is a poem-a-day event like some other poetry writing events, or if one can write the cards in bursts. The confusion might be because of the name and because the registration starts July 4. Rather than change the established name, it occurred to me this year to change the pronunciation of the main word from the month (August) to an adjective:

  1. inspiring reverence or admiration; of supreme dignity or grandeur; majestic:an august performance of a religious drama.
  2. venerable; eminent:an august personage.

If one signs up on July 4 and gets a list July 5, there are 56 days to write an original poem on a postcard to everyone on one’s list of 32 names. I love the notion of 56 days of August. (The month.) August now means poems get the top level of consciousness for this one time of year and that time has expanded to almost two calendar months. I envision the fest will have 1,000 participants some day, but I am grateful all year round for this project, the work I receive, the way I stay in touch with old friends and make new ones and the work it allows me to generate and how that work shows me what I think. Thanks for being part of the fest, if you are a part and if not, you may want to consider it. I look forward to hearing about the processes/methods people used in 2018 and to sharing my own.

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