part 2 of 3 part press release concerning Poetry Church. Consider this. A touring anarcho-violinist and a bamboozled Pentecostal kickboxer meet at the crossroads. A gang of twitterpated revolutionary poets from the east bay hear the call that the crossroads reverberate. From the East Bay they descend into the Lothlorien-like environs of San Luis Obispo, the alleged “happiest place on earth.” In part 1 of the press release, we discussed the violinist and the descending poets. Now we will discuss their San Luis Obispo(local) counterparts who will perform and share in the service. Once upon a time, there was a youthful, Rumiesque young man, tinged with incredulity and an explosive compass of the heart. His name was Benny Biesek. He writes poems that set the stage for a collapse of a damaged-by-society psyche. He hopes to read ten poems, all of which were inspired by San Luis Obispo and a song he once heard “there.” Then there was Anahata Lovely Day, the sweet and tenacious willow tree that grew in a desert where water was only a distant memory. She wrote several poems about this growth, about the way that water diamonds conglomerated on the willow leaves against all odds, and will share them with us at church. Hua Anwa, a revolutionary feminist warrior shamaness from Arroyo Grande is well steeped in the sacred ways of reverence developed by a wide variety of native American cultures and she pours them all into the blender of her own beautiful fire-kissed mind. When all of these ingredients blend, she breathes out poetry in the form of hard medicine and we all sit in silence, eagle feathers floating off into the distance. Then there was this young wind-whipped kite of a man named Sky Dog. He was known to dance with gangs of women in clearings of particular forests. He is a master of the bass guitar and when he lays down those sweet licks, all lollipops in a 100 mile radius disintegrate against their will and in that void of high fructose corn syrup, he tells us how he’s doin’. Allison Rice, when I first saw her sing, I thought to myself she has a haunted house in her throat. In her throat, perhaps Patsy Cline died in a fiery plane crash and floats around there forever and now Allison occasionally lets Patsy out to play. Casey Decker-Stone approached the concept of “California cool” with aplomb and grace. Some know him as an artisan, some as a scholar, and some as an artist, but he is all three, deftly weaving chaos and struggle into the calmness mix in a way that is both unparalleled and magnificent. He will bring the heat to the stage in a way that cannot be explained. He is, in a true way, a warrior who is out of the cave and here to stay. Youssef Alaoui is all around us now and he is a writer who is deftly aware of the consequences of nouns, pronouns and the Morro Bay Rock. It just goes to show you that a man who has a vision can come to burn up the pages in a poetic sense, leaving only pixie dust and gargoyle remnants, all in a campaign to wage peace, not baldness, with tinges of modern jazz and a wordly approach to time travel fused with poems. The quintessentially Star Trek-esque Leslie St. John is a yogi and a poet, and we know her for her workshops and her calm and kind way. She is bound to ignite passion in the minds of those who hear her read at Poetry Church. Into the forest she goes; not yet aware are we of what the future will create for her, but we are certain that she is here and very important to us now. Owl Listen cannot be compared to anything other than a mountaintop covered with snow and rust. The snow is there and pure, the rust, man’s doing. There is a crashed plane on the mountain too, her mind is the plane. What can we expect from Owl Listen? Only magic and more magic. She may be gone before we know it, down to Los Angeles or one of the corners of the bountiful Earth where Toyotas, Porsches and Cadillacs mix on the freeways on weekdays. Joanathan “Sri-Racha” Gabriel cancels out any sort of Bermuda Triangle effect on mankind when he takes the stage. He will devour chocolate Chessmen cookies in front of our very eyes, and he will laugh like a god in the grey sky with bolts of lightning and silver. His wit is rivaled by none, he is nothing but kind and we hope to see him happily strum the strings of time with his sixth chakra, the heavens with his seventh and Orion’s belt with this dexterous mandibles. He also is a yoga instructor and may be available for private classes. Please inquire. With a cadre of willing Facebook followers, young Stephanie Austin is not only a healing force but a lovely presence. We must look nowhere other than her upcoming poetry church performance for evidence of this. All we can say is that she is aware of social strategems and investment strategies that will forever be held sacred. In other words, follow her on Facebook and look for her to give a stirring performance. Julia Spirit Hawk is going to headline this show in a non-headliner way. By that we mean, she is good at what she does. A manna ray may stings a young boy off the shore of Peru or Hawaii at some point in the future; all this means is that her voice is like an angel’s and her ability to speak truth is unparalleled. She is out of this world, but in an in-this-world kind of way. She may even sing a song or two for us. So consider poetry church to be a new ocean at the end of an old ocean. Please do us all a favor and transverse all old oceans before entering the front door. End of Part 2 of 3 part press release.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 22:43:33 +0000
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