Thursday, August 27, 2009
Poem by Committee Member Nancy Carey
Friday, August 21, 2009
Poem by Festival Poet Lauren Murray
A chair sticks around the house awhile,
takes its space,
runs the household if you let it.
I have burned a few chairs on a cold day,
chairs I especially hated.
Just to get them off my mind.
I like to set ugly ones at the end of the driveway
for people to take away for free—
oh they do.
I have a few good candidates piling up.
That horrible green one on wheels from Bela
(he’s off in Montreal).
The one whose bottom sags
that Jim’s grandfather sat in—
cats threw up on that cushion too many times.
The busted cane rocker...that will burn nicely.
It’s a vendetta of some kind.
I’m just waiting for Grandma’s brocade
to act up and out it goes.
I’m not fond of chairs.
Poem by Committee Member and Former Belfast Poet Laureate Elizabeth Garber
The Man Who Looks Like Elvis
No one remembers when the man with the pomade-combed
crescendo of jet black hair first appeared, but we all quietly
pay attention to him. Two summers ago a guitar was strapped
over his back when we eyed him wandering miles along Route 1.
Last year, when his hair was bleached reddish blond, we privately
wondered if he’d given up on Elvis. This spring, his hair was black
again. All over town, we nodded the same quiet nod: Elvis is back.
Passing him on High Street we notice his carefully-shaved long
sideburns, before our gaze skirts off to study the bike shop window.
He’s leaving the supermarket as we arrive. A strange discomfort
twists our faces away. Opening night of Hairspray, in the art deco
neon glow of the movie theater, the crowd is thick with bleached
blond beehives, sculpted hair rising like curvaceous mounds of soft
ice cream. Elvis appears with his blunt heavy brows, the rough
carved mouth, the deep plowed wrinkles under his eternal pompadour.
In the contest for the biggest, tallest hair, we cheer on contestants
in rhinestone glasses, peddle pushers, bobby socks. Later, when we chat
and smile, trying to hide the searching hunger of our loneliness, he slips
through the forest of lacquered ratted hair, a silent king passing us, searching
for his subjects, his promised land, a place where he, too, will be recognized.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A poem from Festival poet Joel Lipman
Ernie Kovacs, radar, austere criticism, no one in my lifetime
disappears into wilderness behind oxen. What madness and loss
in the nerve gas, mow-em-down-n-cover-em-up world, tabletop
poetry shrunk to hideous memorization – that’s nothing.
My heart’s ice melts before Bugs Bunny and an afternoon of animation,
dancers midst the obituary columns.
I turn the computer off in the rain –
no true artist falls in love with a machine.
Houses fill with doowah music and fluorescent canisters.
I’m in love with youthful Picasso and mystic wings,
in love with Lenin, anarchism, everything
against bland catechisms, misery and profit.
So I throw my hands up and down, up and down, crazy flapping
in a way unknown before the d.j. Ooooooh,
my hot arms wrapped around your neck, hips charging
like Spike Jones doing Swan Lake I change the world
from bumbling curiosity to a humming, jerky, Fred Astaire boater,
the Houdini of feet. Name something better than instinct.
I put hot slithery jazz on, slide into the next room
to find someone better dressed than discipline and fear.
Critics spasm as I dance before the mirror naked
singing “I am too voodoo for you – voo, vooo, voooo, too voodoo for you.”
Thank god there is no poetry of religion. Ugh,
imagine a long unadventurous life, never desperate
blues eating your heart out. Long live risk
and joy, aggression, sexual prancing, fabulous feathered robes.
I’ll spin the seven dances of revolt against repression
and symbols of cold. The dancing cop
is a stupid, impossible dream. When, phfffft…
we enter realm without dogma – vast
intuition, unconscious, grand revelatory rhythm of
boom charms, rituals, spells, the acrobatic
be-bop elaborated protest against miserabilism.
Here is Mona Lisa’s electrical system hung from a star,
here storm, here Harpo Marx, here Karl, here the rising phoenix.
Some people hit the streets for a lifetime.
This is my dance.





More bios coming soon for Stephen Petroff and Mark Melnicove.






2009 Collaborative Artists

Richard Mann made his way back home to Maine after studying intaglio,lithography and papermaking at the University of Hawaii. He lives in Belfast and is a partner at Aarhus Gallery.







Also, in the mix, a diverse group of performers. Come and enjoy the sights and sounds of poetry, art, music and dance. The Grand Opening at 11 a.m. on Saturday will be a jazz and poetry writing and reading jam with Agharta Quartet at Waterfall Arts. The event is open to anyone who would like to write in response to live jazz, maybe read their new work with the band, or just listen.



Jeffrey Densmore (percussionist). More info coming soon.
2009 Festival Locations
Downtown Belfast Maine (google maps)
Åarhus Gallery
50 Main Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.0001
website
Baywrap (aka The “Hub”)
20 Beaver Street, Belfast, ME
207.338.9757
website
Belfast Dance Studio
109 High Street,, Belfast, Maine
207.338.5380
website
Belfast Free Library
106 High Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.3884
website
Darby's Restaurant
155 High Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.2339
website
Roots & Tendrils
2 Cross Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.5225
website
Unitarian Universalist Church of Belfast
37 Miller Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.4482
website
256 High Street, Belfast, Maine
207.338.2222
website
2009 Festival Schedule
(check back for updates!)
Friday, October 2, 5 – 8pm
Exhibits open in galleries for First Friday Art Walk Downtown.
Friday, October 16, 7pm; Reader's Signup 6:30pm
"Old Home Night" for Waldo County Poets; Belfast Free Library. Waldo County poets of all stripes and persuasions are invited to read their work. Sign up to read that evening or just listen.
Saturday, October 17, 11am
Grand Opening Poetry and Jazz improv with Agharta Quartet; Waterfall Arts. Come to write, read or just listen.
12 noon
Light Lunch; Waterfall Arts
12:30 – 5:30pm
Poetry & Art Walk; Downtown Belfast
Complete schedule later this summer
6pm
Poets & Friends Dinner
Unitarian Universalist Church of Belfast
Poetry Contest Winner
Reading and Open Mic Round Robin
Unitarian Universalist Church of Belfast
The 2009 5th Annual Belfast Poetry Festival
Fourteen poets, ten visual artists, four performing artists, and more will participate in the 5th Annual Belfast Poetry Festival October 16 and 17, 2009 in downtown Belfast, Maine.
One of the only community-based, non-academic poetry festivals in the country, the event features established, professionally recognized poets and artists from throughout Maine along with emerging poets to create a lively mix.
A unique feature of the Festival all five years has been the Gallery Walk, in which the audience moves among seven downtown galleries to view the collaborative exhibits by artist/poet teams and hear the accompanying poetry.
New this year is the Maine Postmark Poetry Contest.
Over 160 poets from around Maine submitted entries by the July 4 deadline. The winner will be announced in August and will read at the Festival. Calligrapher and book artist Jan Owen will create a calligraphy version of the poem for the winner.
Also new is “Old Home Night” for Waldo County poets of all stripes and persuasions to come out of the woods and off their boats to read from their work.
Join us in October in Belfast for an inspired and inspiring weekend.