Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Mother Poetry

Ok, so people keep asking me what happened with the Page Seventeen launch. Why wasn’t I there reading from my Magnum Opus? Well, my four year old Boy and I had the following conversation last Friday:

Me: So you know we’ve been talking about that poetry reading?
Boy: Yep.
Me: Well, it’s a long way away, but I’d still really like to go. Do you want to come on a big trip with me and we’ll hear some poetry?
Boy: Yeah, okay. Are you reading some poetry?
Me: I’ll be reading a story.
Boy: Will there be a stage?
Me: (tentatively) Yes.
Boy: Ok, let me just get my things ready for my show that I’ll be doing.
Me: Errr...what show?
Boy: The show I’ll be doing on the stage at the poetry party.
Me: Darling, umm, the stage is just for people whose poetry is going to be in the book.
Boy: What book? Show it to me. Am I in there? Let me have a look.
Me: No sweetie, you’re not in the book. Only grown ups are in the book.
Boy: (doubtfully) Does it have pictures in it?
Me: No. The book does not have pictures, only poetry and stories.
Boy: (suspiciously) Have you seen the book?
Me: No, not yet.
Boy: Then my show might be in there. Can you help me make a costume for the stage?
Me: Everyone has to be very quiet at poetry readings
Boy: ( busily gathering some puppets together) I will be very quiet. Except when I am doing my show, then I will be really loud because it’s a really LOUD show...

Editor Tiggy Johnson assured me that there are usually children present and the venue for the launch was child-friendly...Boy might have a play on stage during the break... but alas, I know Boy, and would have been restraining him from storming the stage, which wouldn’t have been fun for either of us. On the upside, I'm told the launch went amazingly, and my novel extract (from Black Lazarus) is still published in the edition.

You can read Melbourne writer A.S Patric’s launch review here, or buy a copy of the publication here. I'll be able to give you more of a rundown on the current issue once I have the handsome little thing in my trembling hands.