Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Pudding House Salon-Cleveland to Launch New Chapbook 10/29 at Coventry Village Library

(click pic once or twice for a larger, more readable/printable version)

What: Book Launch & poetry reading, to celebrate new chapbook anthology from the first year of our Cleveland workshop

Who: Pudding House Salon-Cleveland poets
Host: Sammy Greenspan, director, Pudding House Salon-Cleveland
Featured readers: Kathleen Cerveny, Shelley Chernin, Christine Howey
Emcees: Dianne Borsenik & John Burroughs of Lix & Kix

Where: Coventry Village Library, 1925 Coventry Road, Cleveland Heights, Ohio, (216) 321-3400

When: Friday, October 29, 2010 at 7 p.m.

Cost: Free and open to the public
Refreshments provided
Free parking behind the library

Contributors to the Pudding House Publications anthology What I Knew Before I Knew include Courtenay Roberts, Linda Tuthill, Howard D. Hersch, Mary O'Malley, Nancy Nixon, Meredith Holmes, Bonne de Blas, Shelley Chernin, John B. Burroughs, Kathleen Cerveny, Linda Goodman Robiner, Dawn Shimp, Dianne Borsenik, Mark Hersman, Christine Howey, Caroline Dandalides, Cindy Washabaugh, Jocelyn Adams, and Sammy Greenspan.

Register at: http://heightslibrary.org/index.php (click on "Register for a Program")

You may also visit our event page on Facebook.



Geoffrey A. Landis said...

I'm not sure what it has to do with Pudding House, but I do very much like the first stanza of "Sleepless in Seattle."

Second stanza doesn't work very well for me. The technique of a two-word sentence fragment ending in a exclamation point needs to pay off, and it doesn't. In fact, it's hard to figure out the connection between any line in the stanza and the next. And the word Enigma, when capitalized, has to refer to Enigma. I don't understand what this has to do with the poem.
Finally, I don't understand the title-- it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the movie

John B. Burroughs said...

I've posted an album of photos from this event on my Facebook page.


The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau