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I goofed up the date for this. The special nite for Mary Weems is NEXT WEEK, Thursday September 25 at 9:00pm. Sorry all.
The poetry never stops at the Lit café. Right on the heels of a magnificent second Thursday Night, we smack you in the head with another special night with one of our feature alumna, Mary Weems. So come down to Tremont this Thursday September 18 at 9:00pm and hear Mary read from her new book, An Unmistakable Shade of Red and the Obama Chronicles: Poems, her first full length tome from Bottomdog Press.
Dr. Mary E. Weems is the Poet Laureate of Cleveland Heights and an accomplished playwright, author, performer, and motivational speaker. Her work has been widely published in journals including the African American Review and xcp:Cultural Poetics, anthologies including Spirit & Flame: An Anthology of African American Poetry and Boomer Girls, and several books. She won the Wick Chapbook Award for her collection white in 1996, and in 1997 her play "Another Way to Dance" won the Chilcote award for The Most Innovative Play by an Ohio Playwright. Her last collection of poems, Tampon Class (Pavement Saw Press, 2005), is in its second printing. Mary Weems currently teaches in the English and Education departments at John Carroll University ands he give great hugs.
Some early comments on An Unmistakable Shade of Red:
…is the bomb. I found so many moments, so many moods, so many insights. Yours is the voice of compassion, of elegant rage. It is country but urban-wise.
-Lamont B. Steptoe
Yes, this writer is a woman, who knows that “every mouth’s its own love language, / lust’s first cousin.” And yes, she is a black woman, for whom the eyes of Barack Obama “are so deep brown / I see blue in them, / ocean water, / bones rising, / right fists raised.” And yes, like the rest of us, she’s getting older, “hair graying in places / I shouldn’t have hair.” But beyond all divisions, she is a poet, who knows that poetry is music, and music is “the first place Black and White / came together like unwritten notes / in a jazz composition.” In these poems Mary Weems both challenges and embraces America in all its turbulence and beauty.
We should be grateful.
-George Bilgere, author of Haywire
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