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BeMuse Gala –Meet the Muses

May 4, 2011   7-9pm

Madison’s Grill (Banquet Room) 

1109 Southeast Madison Street

Portland Oregon

Multimedia, multi-artist, cross-pollination, ongoing Art Project BEMUSE debuts! At this gala, Artists meet their muses. Audience meets artists. Performing artists perform. Poets wax poetic. Much fun and inspiration to be shared.

Bemuse! Like Strangers on a Train… without murder! (or trains)

BeMuse

Welcome Artist & Muse,

Thank you for your interest in BeMuse, a cross-disciplinary collaboration project for artists, musicians, writers and more!

In order to pair you with another participant, we would like you to forward the following information to poetrymaven@gmail.com on or before April 22: *artist’s name, email address and phone number

*a brief bio or artist statement

*the title of your work, its size, medium and style

*any special requirements or notes of which the curator should be aware

BeMuse will commence with the unveiling of the initial pairings at the launch of a preliminary month-long show starting May 1st and the results of the collaboration will constitute the second show opening on June 1st. Both will be public events including poetry reading, music and other performance.

Each participant will have 20+ days to complete a new and original work inspired by the Muse with whom you are paired. The new work should be delivered to (or arranged with) the curator by May 25th. If you wish to participate but are unable to attend the May 1st launch party, please let BeMuse organizers know. (We will be unable to pair you with a performance artist, musician or dancer –as their performance would be your inspiration.)

If you have additional questions, please feel free to ask. We’re excited about this new endeavor and thank you in advance for your interest and participation. With your help as an artist and muse, we hope to make this BeMuse, the first of many.

Yours,

G.L. Morrison

poetrymaven@gmail.com

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Another Spark

G.L. Morrison and Donna Gagnon

 

G.L. Morrison
Voices
Created using Donna Gagnon’s story (below) as inspiration

Con te partirò
(Time to Say Goodbye)
By Donna Gagnon

Just sit there. Yes. Like that. Like you always do. Passive. Waiting. When I am ready, I will open my mouth as if to scream, move an arm carefully … like this [slash] … you will momentarily be blinded by the stage lights glaring off sharp metal and the action will begin.

As my blood drips, staining the boards, I will hear your breath held so stupidly in check. Trust me. I know, better than you, what needs to happen next.

My mouth will open wider, my vocal chords will tighten in the way they’ve been trained and a sound will issue forth, filling this space with pain, heartbreak, regret and tears will flow freely tonight.

You call me Divina. In your pedestrian memory, I am the exhilarating, brown-eyed Tosca and my heart nests in yours alone. You dream at night about my Elvira, hearing that clear, high E when you ejaculate under the sheets. You know fuck all about me. My real name, my true being, has been lost beneath all of your adulation. I have spent my life trying to please all of you out there. And I’m damned if I understand why.

I can be everyone but never myself. My life onstage is the only real thing, all else is artifice.

I could blame Jackie for my lingering depression. For bringing me to this final performance. That savage way she moved in on Ari when I needed him most. But it wasn’t her fault. He would have turned to anyone after I lost our first child and then couldn’t manage to successfully brew any more of them with him. I deserted my husband and gave myself up to another. Completely and oh so foolishly. Battista? I know you are out there and love me still. With my final breath, I will beg your forgiveness.

Yes, dear audience, this is only the first act in tonight’s opera. But it is my last. Mea culpa. Refunds may be requested at the box office.

I am feeling very weak and must now make my final exit, stage left, whispering my real name. The one none of you could ever pronounce. I am Mary Anna Kalogeropoulos.

Sogni d’oro. Good night.

THE END

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G.L. Morrison
Inspiration piece provided to Donna Gagnon

rose-heart koimoon
By Donna Gagnon

whale
flies
on the
smooth edged
full moon, singing jazz
melodies, syncopated rhyme
for
her
blue mood
witchingly
back-lit by midnight
reflective terns; by memory