FisherPoets Gathering 2018
February 23-25, 2018
February 23-25, 2018
FILMS
Here are links to short films shown at the Gathering this year.
My Friend Harry - hosted by Charlie and Cheryl Ess
The Wild trailer - hosted by Mark Titus
Shoreline Wild Salmon - hosted by Rose Budd
Wild as a Squall - hosted by Steve Schoonmaker
My Friend Harry - hosted by Charlie and Cheryl Ess
The Wild trailer - hosted by Mark Titus
Shoreline Wild Salmon - hosted by Rose Budd
Wild as a Squall - hosted by Steve Schoonmaker
POETRY
Ingrid Rees was this year's Onsite Poetry contest winner. Here she is performing her winning poem on revenge. Congratulations, Ingrid!
WHEN HE LEAVES
When your lover runs off
with a barmaid named Bambi
and you’re stranded in port
with a bawling new baby. . .
First, your heart breaks,
then you get angry
like red, hot, coil pissed!
So, you sabotage the bastard’s boat.
— pour gurry in the gas tank
— hide a humpy in the head
— hurl his survival suit over
the starboard into a washboard sea.
That dude’s getting Bambi
and a whole lot more
‘Cuz her old man’s got a loaded .44.
Ingrid Rees
February 24, 2018
When your lover runs off
with a barmaid named Bambi
and you’re stranded in port
with a bawling new baby. . .
First, your heart breaks,
then you get angry
like red, hot, coil pissed!
So, you sabotage the bastard’s boat.
— pour gurry in the gas tank
— hide a humpy in the head
— hurl his survival suit over
the starboard into a washboard sea.
That dude’s getting Bambi
and a whole lot more
‘Cuz her old man’s got a loaded .44.
Ingrid Rees
February 24, 2018
Dano Quinn won the first ever FisherPoets Slam with his poem, "Changes." Congratulations Dano!
CHANGES
I took a walk the other day, on the waterfront and docks.
The changes there are thick and fast; it's a real Pandora's Box.
The folks that thought the fleet so quaint when they moved into the ‘hood,
Now want those rusty hulks to move; “It’s for the common good!”
There's twenty different restaurants, and lots of little shops,
But no place to get your welding done or to fix a dinged-up prop.
I thought I’d found a little place where I could buy some bait,
But it’s just too damned expensive when it's called a sushi plate.
"Aha!" says I, when I spied the sign that read "Fishnets Sold Here!"
"At last I've found a working shop where I can get some gear."
I ran right in but got a shock, ‘cuz it weren’t that kind of store;
The fishnets there were stockings! And I slunk back out the door.
If Doc Freeman knew the Secret, he'd have sold some lingerie;
And then just like Victoria, he'd be in the pink today.
But Doc & Vic & Marco have all cashed in their chips,
And Seattle's working waterfront has slowly been eclipsed.
Goodbye to the Kalakala! To Wawona bid adieu!
Just get them old hulks off the lake; it's time to start anew.
We’ll make it all homogenized and chase the tourist bucks;
If folks want to taste the waterfront, they can go and "Ride the Ducks."
But we're losing local flavor when we ban the funky stuff;
When the city is plain vanilla, with nothing odd or rough;
Now, I know that change is constant, but it don't feel right to me,
When they’re building flash new condos where the boatyards used to be.
Daniel Quinn
I took a walk the other day, on the waterfront and docks.
The changes there are thick and fast; it's a real Pandora's Box.
The folks that thought the fleet so quaint when they moved into the ‘hood,
Now want those rusty hulks to move; “It’s for the common good!”
There's twenty different restaurants, and lots of little shops,
But no place to get your welding done or to fix a dinged-up prop.
I thought I’d found a little place where I could buy some bait,
But it’s just too damned expensive when it's called a sushi plate.
"Aha!" says I, when I spied the sign that read "Fishnets Sold Here!"
"At last I've found a working shop where I can get some gear."
I ran right in but got a shock, ‘cuz it weren’t that kind of store;
The fishnets there were stockings! And I slunk back out the door.
If Doc Freeman knew the Secret, he'd have sold some lingerie;
And then just like Victoria, he'd be in the pink today.
But Doc & Vic & Marco have all cashed in their chips,
And Seattle's working waterfront has slowly been eclipsed.
Goodbye to the Kalakala! To Wawona bid adieu!
Just get them old hulks off the lake; it's time to start anew.
We’ll make it all homogenized and chase the tourist bucks;
If folks want to taste the waterfront, they can go and "Ride the Ducks."
But we're losing local flavor when we ban the funky stuff;
When the city is plain vanilla, with nothing odd or rough;
Now, I know that change is constant, but it don't feel right to me,
When they’re building flash new condos where the boatyards used to be.
Daniel Quinn
PHOTOS
Here are more photos from this year's gathering, contributed by Brad Wartman, Tom Hilton, Marina Gonzales, Lloyd Montgomery, Elma Burnham, and anyone else we forgot to mention.
Portland artist George Wilson designed this year's poster.
