Showing posts with label Outpost 186. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Outpost 186. Show all posts

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Last Night

At the recommendation of Zachary Bos, I went to see Sam Wronoski and Blake Campbell read Saturday afternoon at Cambridge's Outpost 186.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Best Summer Memories

This was a year where I didn't read much, if at all. In fact, I'm sure this is the only reading I've done this year.

Walked through a mile or two of rain. Showed up at Outpost 186 soaking wet. Took less than 8 minutes to read. Felt like I killed it. Kept that good feeling with me for as long as I could.

Photo by  Bridget Eileen.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Monday, August 17, 2015

Very Few Boston Poetry Marathon Pics

Some other pics aside from the Toni Bee shots I posted yesterday.

It was great to see Jim Behrle's "Live Poetry, Fresh Killed" on Hampshire Street for another weekend-long summer reading at Outpost 186.
 



And I always chuckle when I see the arrow to the Outpost and the event underneath the sign for...

Poetic!

Turned out the day I read we started out ahead of schedule. As near as I can tell, there was a filler name put in that never got replaced with a real person. Either that or Walt Whitman is very unprofessional. 

What??? That Whitman's name over mine???
 


Jim Behrle came dressed in what could only be described as his Ghostbuster outfit. Apparently, it was a reference to the TV show "Lost," but no one in the audience had any idea which character he was.


Friends were reacquainted.


Shoes were compared.

"I have another pair like this at home!"
Several pics were attempted with poor lighting. One exception was Sam Cha, who carried with him the unbearable brightnes of being behind in front of a window.


And I took one more black and white photo I liked.


Thanks again, Jim Behrle, John Mulrooney, Audrey Mardavich and  Mitch Manning for a great weekend.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The Poetry Marathon is Upon Us (August 14-16)


The "Live Poetry Fresh Killed" sign (as painted by Jim Behrle) can only mean one thing. It's time for another weekend at Outpost 186 as scores of poets pile into one place to share poetry along with body heat and all the odors that can come with that. Seriously, this is a fun three day jam session of poetry that shouldn't be missed. It's a bit of an endurance game, but if you can last through an average of eight poets an hour for a morning or afternoon segment, it will be most rewarding. Check out the schedule and see who you might want to see read. I go on this Saturday at 3:40. Special thanks to Jim Behrle, John Mulrooney and company for making this happen another year.