Tuesday night, October 10th, at the mon-amour-coffee-and-wine cafe in the Bronx – just east of Broadway and the El –
https://www.yelp.com/biz/mon-amour-coffee-and-wine-bronx
Theresa Daly will be reading from her new book of poetry – Wild Atlantic Soul.
I know, to some of you fellas, the idea of attending a poetry reading might rub you the wrong way. But if you are a Celt, or would like to be one for one night, I recommend you put your working man biases aside, wash your face, trim your nails, put on some clean clothes, hell, wear your tool belts if you must, and come listen to this lovely woman spin her magic.
To quote Robin William’s character – John Keating – in Dead Poets Society:
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
I will do my utmost to catch it on Zoom.
Good Luck Theresa.
Now yesterday was one of those amazing days when I got everything I wanted to get done.
First, I fixed the side gate that the wind and Claire had pounded into submission. I am thrilled with the results. Claire is not so happy.
Then I removed a large cluster of these painful nettles that had grown in my back yard and were constantly annoying the shit out of my bare or birkenstock(ed) hobbit feet. I’m sure it pissed off the mules and dogs as well. Jeter always comes into the house with a few embedded in his fur.
Then I shoveled and moved many barrows of mule muffins to Hadrian’s Wall in the back property, where they are nicely converting to a thick layer of rich soil that is slowly – glacier speed – making its way towards the front of the property.
Then I cleaned and refilled the water troughs and filled and hung the hay bags.
Full Green Acres Mode.
I’m telling you, this Alpha Brain supplement by Joe Rogan is off the hook.
Finally, I still had time to finish reading and post a review for Jessica Tate’s debut novel, Bewitched.
I had promised this young author a review back when her book dropped, but I told her I would do it in October before Halloween.
Voila -this is how the cover actually looks.
If the cover doesn’t grab you (I cannot lie), the story will.
Ms. Tate is a fine writer and the story is well told. I never have to fully understand the technology in any fictional narrative. As long as it is adequately explained and consistently applied throughout the story, I will happily follow along. I liked the way this story unfolded and how it comes full circle. I liked the one good guy male character – Ben (lucky bastard) – and the three female characters, Abigail, Claire and Priscilla. I even liked the female AI. And Ms. Tate is not averse to selective enchanting female promiscuity or serious payback. This was a entertaining trip. Give it a read.
Then it was a final check on Claire and Honey to make sure all is well on Casa Claire.
Never quite sure how many wonderful fall afternoons we will get here in NoCo, but yesterday was one of them.
So, here we are, Monday (said the way Jerry Seinfeld says “Newman.”)
But that’s okay, we’ll get through it.
I’m going to do my kitty cuddle, my rounds and then my day job.
You fine, five readers imbibe your caffeine fortification and then go take on the world.
But whatever we do, let’s make today a great one.
And if you are anywhere near Da Bronx tomorrow (Tuesday) evening, make your way down to 238th street and stop into the mon-amour-coffee-and-wine cafe and watch a little poetic history being made.
