(An Awesome Reader Family update)
*****
Long-time members of our Awesome Reader Family will remember much hoopla made here on Timeless Classics about six months ago regarding a then-upcoming two hour radio broadcast featuring this humble scribe, to be taped on a Reno-Humboldt linkup and subsequently aired nationwide out of Miami.
And the linkup did indeed happen. The interview happened. The show aired on schedule, instantly thereafter becoming part of the station’s extensive archives, which had always been made available to show hosts for forwarding and rebroadcast.
Again immediately — in fact, before the station had time even for a routine response to the interviewer’s request for our archived interview/reading — two events occurred in rapid succession. The first was the death of the iconic station owner, and the second the temporary sequestration of all their archives for purposes of upgrading the entire system to the standards of its new owners.
The name of that interviewer is Kelsey Sweet. She’s a genuine original. Calls herself a “people curator,” with very good cause. She curated this people right into a three week production of one of her one act plays, together with thirty minutes of narrative poetry after the break.
“Catch this show,” wrote reviewer Reno Eyes, “before Broadway does.”
Right now Kelsey’s working on a doctorate in the study of emerging consciousness — a field to which this poet feels confident that her contributions will be both numerous and significant.
One of those individuals, in other words, around whom magic tends to happen.
Even the way she and the poet first met was rather typically unaligned with what we might call routine realities — very Harry Potteresque in the poet’s memory.
“Oh, look at that,” she’d said to herself earlier that week while scanning the events column of her city of then-residence, “There’ll be a naturalist speaking on area wildlife on Wednesday — and it’s both within a poor poet’s entertainment budget (free) and in a location which can be safely exited on foot after public transportation stops running and we still have to get home! Let’s put it on the calendar!”
And there turned out, upon journeying there, indeed to exist at the address given the only public venue anywhere on that mile of street — a beautifully funky brick building housing what was clearly some sort of arts cooperative.
She went in.
No one there had ever heard of that naturalist (despite the fact that he was listed as having a second performance there later that same week).
But the two women with the faraway eyes did get to talking with one another. And the rest, as they say, is herstory…
This poet ran into Kelsey on LinkedIn the other day, and guess what? Word has come down from the stationmasters that those archives are safe, well — thriving, in fact —and about to open back up again.
The poet’s not holding her breath, so don’t you Awesome Reader Family members either. Don’t want anybody turning blue in the face and starting to weave.
But it would be nice!…
*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts.
Poetic Justice 