For more on the location, please see here. We’ll coordinate a meet-up point in the city from which to head out to the beach. Please get in touch so we have some idea of how many people to expect. And feel free to forward!
This is a small, indie event, open-mic style (but without a mic). This is not a workshop or a slam. Bring poems, and an open mind and open heart.
Update: Please click on the flyer for date and time details! Thought this was obvious, but I guess it wasn’t. :)
14 Comments
March 4, 2008 at 8:16 pm
You forgot about the large paper-cone?
March 4, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Anand — You bring one! Everyone can share. :)
March 4, 2008 at 10:42 pm
ooh interesting. i may not now how to spell poetry but i’ll come anyway
March 4, 2008 at 10:47 pm
Planemad — Great! Please mail either me or Chandrachoodan, so we can keep you in the loop about updates.
March 4, 2008 at 10:47 pm
And you spell “poetry” just great, but not “know” ;)
March 4, 2008 at 11:05 pm
Wish I could make it.
“You bring out the Srilankan in me” – interesting, enjoyed it.
March 5, 2008 at 12:29 am
I will be there in spirit. Cheers.
March 5, 2008 at 8:49 am
Sounds interesting! I’m coming.I think I need a little inspiration
March 5, 2008 at 2:56 pm
Can smell the salt in the air. Am coming!
March 5, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Kannathil & Radman — Thanks for the support :)
Mihir & Deepa — Great! As said in one of the other comments, please drop an email too.
March 5, 2008 at 10:10 pm
oops :)
March 6, 2008 at 9:57 am
sharanya
we met during ur poetry read at landmark – :-) poetry on the pier sounds interesting but unable to get the dates and very unfamiliar with the place – but loop me in – interested.
love
kalpana
March 7, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Just something I’m so much looking forward to. Could you pls mail me the dates and time? I really want be there
March 10, 2008 at 8:24 am
Poetry On the Pier
I cannot resist you should know that
the rust of those iron bridges is tantalizing
I have never seen this north of the Marina
hugging the sea we drive along with stone boulders
and shanties created even before the Tsunami
columns of safeguard and man made protection
against the thrashing elements. Lashing blue blue sea.
At last we come upon a river
that tapers its mouth on the left hand side
it seems , a river thirsts for the salt of the ocean
clear picturesqe boats restive
and here we alight
I cannot make it, not above those sand dunes
my slippers get buried in the sand
I cannot climb this little pyramid.
Thrusting my poem
a fond one for a friend written years ago
I re-live the masculine and feminine forces of the sea
I journey back with the words of my precious poem
a link between that sea at Tutucorin and Chennapattinam
no cross of palm leaf gets washed ashore here
what is not seen is more fascinating
than the tabloid of pictures
there would be no poetry then
if I cannot imagine this much
the shore where the poems were read
and devoured by the breeze.
taken up and above halfway as
the sun came down and received them
before he had had his evening bath.
Sivakami Velliangiri