In case you missed this special evening of poetry on March 18, Kepler's own Mack McIlvoy put his impressions of the event, appropriately, into a poem.
Pictures of the Firestorm Against Gravity
Lowlights
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The Camera was blind,
had no room to remember
it would only complain
"card full"
And the event host proved
clumsy in asking his questions.
Highlights
1
The Poets
Lauren arrived first,
ready at once to
soak in the store
the set up
the ordering department.
At once she was at home
and prone to delight without provocation
("Oh, there's water in the podium!
Perfect!") Next Beverley arrived
with an entourage.
2
The Crowd
The field of chairs
filled quickly, completely,
several more were dispatched,
then yet again more
all projections were shattered
our sales were spectacular
but that's not all that mattered.
Dotting the audience, Kepler's
were in evidence; Craig, Todd
and Terry all joined in to listen.
3
The Poems
After an intro which was
slightly tangential
Lauren launched straight into
her reading.
The people were listening
some with eyes closed
others followed along
in the copies they bought
Beverley followed
and her poems held
captive every thought
within earshot.
Observant attendants
discovered a secret:
poems are living things
which change after printing.
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