Cultural tourist NYC: Son of Pony poetry reading at Cornelia Street Cafe

 Ponying Up

(Notes on a first visit to NYC’s Son of Pony open mic poetry reading at the Cornelia Street Cafe

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Poetry is democratic

and red curtains hide nothing

in a basement where Prague summer lives,

a Glock becomes a vibrator,

turtles cross slowly in two different metaphors,

and the drink? Included in the seven dollar cover.

The narrow aisle keeps the emcee back by the bar

a disembodied voice

announcing three-minute turns.

“No connections between things/but they happen at once”

Or so says Brant Lyon

a poet.

In comedy clubs,

Three minutes can last an eternity

Much of bad comedy being lies

but poetry,

here,

for good or ill,

(mostly for good)

is someone’s truth

Shared.

–Lou Harry, July 2011

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