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Jay Carson, Pittsburgh poet
Jay Carson, Pittsburgh poet

Hello Poetry Lovers,


For those of you who read this blog regularly, it will be no surprise to hear that much of Pittsburgh poetry in the summer happens at Hemingway's Cafe, on Forbes Ave. in Oakland. The Summer Reading Series has been around for years, run very well by impressario Jimmy Cvetic. In the last few years Jimmy has acquired a colleague, Joan Bauer, who has added her own dash of panache to the proceedings. Joan's idea has been to feature poets in groups of three or four, thereby affording the public the opportunity to hear a greater number of voices than heretofore, and it's worked very well--the more poets, the more poetry afficianados---audiences have grown in size.

Thanks Jimmy and Joan, for another wonderful season---which continues on Tuesday evenings at 8 pm through the month of July, the last one an extravaganza of a dozen or more poets on July 26---all free and open to the public.

Here is an exerpt from a poem by Jay Carson, poet and RMU professor, read last week at Hemingway's:




White Hot Justice



Everybody said my father

was a fine attorney

and he floated me through this childhood.

He worked hard to be mostly

fair with all of us, but left a sense

of the imperfection of  justice,

I suggest that what you think is

is equity is really the Lone Ranger.



When she said, What do you want, honey?

her shock of strawberry hair

floating over those marmalade words,

I couldn’t tell her...

I was afraid,

more than the razor fight

downstairs; than the police

who had already threatened jail;

than the tales of brain-rotting syphilis.

But I thought and held up.



In a dream I wear a wig

the color of my ghostly skin

and pound a mahogany gavel.

I say unaccountably,

take her to my nursery.

My father stands up

from the jury box,

his eyes now perfectly sure,

Stop this endless show.



Wow---thanks to Dr. C, and to all of you, for clicking in. xo Judy


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July 16, 2011
Had a chance to catch the readings last week, only was a littl late, and the room was full of poetry lovers. I was lucky to get the next to last chair in the room, and to be able to listen to the reading..

Thanks to the organizers and sponsers of the Poetry Night at Hemingways
July 14, 2011
Not sure if my last comment went through. I just wanted to say the above poem evokes so much of the gulf between what we can dream and alas, what is. But if life is sometimes less lustrous than a dream, poetry and people we love make it beautiful nonetheless.
July 14, 2011
Dr. Carson, great poem on the gulfs between righteous anger and law, between desire and fulfillment, between who we are and who we want to be. & Judy, thanks for capturing the romance of Pittsburgh poetry in the summer - wish I could be with you at Hemingway's!