A Night Of Poetry

It has been some time since I’ve given –and/or participated in– a proper poetry reading.


When my debut volume of poetry was released —Short Houses With Wide Porches— I had the honor of giving a reading at the legendary Bowery Poetry Club in New York. And I was most certainly honored to read in Orlando, Florida,where virtually all the poems in the book had been written, courtesy of a generous and remarkable grant from the Kerouac Project of Orlando.

Working on “Short Houses With Wide Porches” in The Kerouac House


But since then, readings have been few and far between for me. Partly, life is simply life. And there was also the fact that a rather unexpected return to music rather re-algorithmized my algorithms as well. But the point remains,  that you can essentially count the readings I’ve given in the past half-a-decade on about as many fingers as that is years.

Which is all the more reason why I’m so pleased to announce that I will be joining three other poets for a reading in San Francisco on May 7th!

Now, if that was the story alone, I’d be thrilled. But the original cone in the resonator of this solid steel news is that I ain’t jus’ joinin’ any ol’ three poets. I am in fact going to be reading with one of my true heroes of poetry. His name is Robert Lavett Smith, and I do not exaggerate at all when I say I have been as moved by his poetry as by any other writer ever —  living, dead or otherwise.


For those of you lurking at cult level status Preacher Boy fandom (and I do know there area at least a FEW of you!), you may recognize a line from one of Bob’s poems in a song I wrote and recorded whilst living in Chicago:Everything Moves With A Disfigured Grace. The line is the title of a poem that gives Bob’s debut volume it’s title, and pound for pound, it’s one of the most moving collections I’ve ever read. It’s simply extraordinary, and Robert Lavett Smith is an extraordinary poet.


Bob has seen two more collections published, the most recent of which is “The Widower Considers Candles.” It is an immense book; not is size, but in power. I received a copy months ago, and I still feel as if I’ve only just begun to read the first few poems.  It’s almost too much. As Mark Knopfler once sung, “the man’s too big/the man’s too strong.”

Which is not true, of course. Robert Lavett Smith is real, present, and tangible; not particularly dangerous, of fundamentally standard shape and size, and he will be at the Sunset Branch of the San Francisco Public Library on Thursday, May 7th, reading some of his incomparably beautiful words. And I will be there as well, with my own humble contributions slung into a shoulder bag. I’ll be reading a few things from Short Houses, as well as some recently published poems that are currently part of a new manuscript-in-progress entitled “The Waiting Room,” and lastly, a chorus or two from my not-yet-published book-length poem “I-80 Blues.”

Sunset Branch Library, San Francisco

I noted that there will be 4 poets altogether. Regretfully, I must state that I am not yet familiar with the other two poets, except by Bob’s recommendation/endorsement. But I look very forward to meeting them and experiencing their work. They are: Buford Earl Buntin and Owen Dunkle.

The Sunset Branch Library is located at 18th Avenue and Irving Street. The reading starts at 7:00 p.m. It’s on Thursday, May 7th. I hope you can come. Things like this don’t happen that often. Trust me.


For those of you who either know little about my poetry, or who don’t know me at all, or who know me only by my Preacher Boy music, here is just a wee bit o’ background on my poetry endeavors:

Christopher Watkins: Poetry

“The poems of Christopher Watkins are, at once, tender, shrewdly observed and enormously vital.”
-Baron Wormser (former Poet Laureate of Maine, a Guggenheim grant receipient, and the author of many award-winning collections of poetry.)

“Here are poems both tender and wild, ‘moist as rotting leaves,/ dank as garbage,/ ripe with life.’”
-Jeffrey Harrison (author of four collections of poetry, including The Singing Underneath, selected by James Merrill for the National Poetry Series.)

“The poems of Christopher Watkins are astonishing.”
-Ted Deppe (author of four collections of poetry, and the recipient of two Pushcart Prizes, and two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts.)

Christopher Watkins’ debut volume of poems “Short Houses With Wide Porches” was published by Shady Lane Press (a program of The Jack Kerouac Writer in Residence Project). He has additional poems published or forthcoming in The Massachusetts Review, Redivider, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and more. Christopher Watkins was Writer-In-Residence at The Kerouac House in Orlando, Florida, and is the recipient of a residency grant from The Vermont Studio Center. He received his MFA in Creative Writing-Poetry from The Stonecoast MFA Program at The University of Southern Maine.


The above first appeared here: http://cwistyping.com/2015/05/01/a-rare-wonderful-reading/


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