Yes, I will be a particpant. I wasn’t going to announce this until April 1, but decided to announce it early, so I can’t back out. So instead of seeing 30 poems by long dead poets, as in years past, you will see 30 of my poems. Some of you may find you preferred the former.
FIRE DESTROYS CAFE ON DELMAR IN WEST END
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
March 19, 1994
“A five-alarm fire early Friday destroyed three West End businesses, including the Wabash Triangle Cafe – a stop for poets and other artists.”
WABASH TRIANGLE CAFE: MOURNING LOSS OF EDIFICE WRECKED
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
March 24, 1994
“More was lost in a recent fire at the Wabash Triangle Cafe than the building itself. The cafe had become a haven for rare creatures who must now find another place to perform and hang out.”
Wabash Triangle Cafe – March 18, 1994
Photographer unknown
I’d like to give credit where it’s due, but I found the above image online in 2002, and didn’t write down the source. If anyone knows who took the above photograph, please let me know.
FIRE DESTROYS CAFE ON DELMAR IN WEST END
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
March 19, 1994
“A five-alarm fire early Friday destroyed three West End businesses, including the Wabash Triangle Cafe – a stop for poets and other artists.”
WABASH TRIANGLE CAFE: MOURNING LOSS OF EDIFICE WRECKED
St. Louis Post-Dispatch
March 24, 1994
“More was lost in a recent fire at the Wabash Triangle Cafe than the building itself. The cafe had become a haven for rare creatures who must now find another place to perform and hang out.”
Wabash Triangle Cafe – March 18, 1994
Photographer unknown
I’d like to give credit where it’s due, but I found the above image online in 2002, and didn’t write down the source. If anyone knows who took the above photograph, please let me know.
Some have wondered why the posting has dropped off here of late. There is a link on the left to another blog that has received more attention. Partly because it is focused on a theme, and is actually generating a readership, which is nice for the ego. Partly because I am becoming somewhat obsessed with genealogy in general. I have long been a person who could be compared to a ping pong ball being hit across a table from one obsession to another, but I think the person at the end of the table marked ‘genealogy’ has left the game to have some lunch, and the ball’s gonna remain there until she returns.
Analogies do have a way of breaking down, as I certainly have more than 2 obsessions. April is coming up, and I know what I have done on this blog for the past two Aprils. And I have friends who would be mighty disappointed if I didn’t do something for National Poetry Month. I am planning on doing something a little bit different this year, but I will do something.