So Poetry & Pudding ended up being lot different than I expected. There were only about 8 people there, so it was quite intimate. No pudding ended up being served, which was a little disappointing. I was looking forward to the pudding. The host, Johnny, read mostly poetry of his own, then "Mr. T", or Tyrrell, read two chapters from his book Dr. Schilling. Both of the chapters were fairly graphic, the first being about the good doctor piecing together the bloody skin and bones of his patient, all vividly read with Tyrrell's exquisitely charismatic voice and demeanor. Tyrrell is a 71 year old Professor of Literature from the University of Washington. After his reading we chatted and he told me, "You have a face filled with tranquility which made my reading easier." which I think was one of the best compliments I've ever received. He also later told me I had an archetypal face.. this man knows all the good lines. After everyone dispersed we had coffee with Tyrrell at the Public House and talked for a few hours. He has such a fascinating history and a voice that makes you pay attention.
He's also known Johnny for awhile, who is even more interesting than I originally knew. He is (get ready for this): a nuclear physicist, mechanical engineer, lawyer, and poet.. he also spent several years in a Buddhist monastery and calls himself one of the first "beatniks" of Oklahoma (his words, not mine). I've never met anyone like this guy. His poetry is beautiful, but he delivers it like a lawyer would deliver a prosecution case. He also apparently has an iq between 190 and 200. Tyrrell calls him a prodigy.
I didn't take any photos at the poetry shindig out of respect for the readers, but I did snap a few outside the building. Including one of Gael looking even more maniacal than usual. :)
And I'm showing mine :-)
I used to listen to The Wall over and over and over during my sullen-teen period. That line I quoted is just something you hear a guy yelling during one of the bits between songs. (Except it's "meat", not "meter".)
I haven't listened to that album in, oh, 15 years or so. Don't ask me why that line came to mind!