A group of twelve poets, local as well as international, gathered in the back room of Rust Belt Books Oct. 25
for a monthly open reading of poems and short stories.
The
group, organized by George Georgakis, London native, has been meeting for three years in the versatile back room. With moveable stages, constantly changing artwork,
and endless chair arrangements the space is almost unrecognizable for every
event, whether it be a play, a poetry reading or an art showing.
Fellow poets listen as Bruce A. McCausland reads. |
Bruce
A. McCausland, poet and sculptor, said they have difficulty bringing in new,
younger poets willing to be confident enough to read, not just in this group,
but as a poetry community as a whole.
“The
college crowd mostly keeps to themselves. Kids are ashamed of what they feel,
and even worse, what they write, so they don’t want to come in and share. Put
yourself out there, don’t be afraid to be vulnerable,” said McCausland.
“When I
was younger it was really hard to be vulnerable. I had to learn to open myself
up to myself and others,” Rich Olsen, local poet, said.
The exception
to this seems to be poet Josh Smith. With his motorcycle helmet on the chair
next to him and his pop-cultured laced poems, Smith was the younger generation’s
only representative there. He was introduced by Georgakis as “the rock star of
poetry,” which seemed to fit when he announced he had black, Josh Smith
t-shirts for sale that night.
An
ex-comedian, musician and 2012’s Artvoice Best Spoken Word Artist of the Year,
Smith clearly captured his audience with edgy poems such as “No Strings
Attached,” a reference to the 2011 film of the same name.
“I want
my sex with strings, with strings, and ribbon and ropes” Smith said. While
musicians learn guitar to get the girls, Smith writes the poems to keep the
girls, and that is the difference between rock stars and poets, according to
him.
Stan
Malone with his rebel and road style poems was another stand out poet, the
poems made even more unique by being read in cold, industrial Buffalo. Emphasized
by his mustache, shy demeanor and t-shirt featuring a wolf, Malone’s poems were
like if one’s divorced, biker father had a sensitive side.
“Car to
car, trunk to trunk, beneath the cold and far-flung stars we lay,” Malone said
from his poem about his time hitch-hiking, “I Wish I Were Back Out West.”