On Friday I saw the end of what I saw the beginning of. Or put in a nicer way, I saw the last Poetry Bus reading. It was great! The reading was in two parts, the first being a subscriber event (to thank them for their financial support which makes things like the bus tour possible) and the second was open to the greater public. The first reading was shorter and featured the much appreciated open bar, the second reading was longer and featured the much despised cash bar. But that didn’t ruin my fun by even 0.5%
The space needle has two levels, the top one is the one where you are in the disk-looking thing that is visible in the skyline all over the Seattle. The second level is about a third of the way up and while not nearly as high has amazing views nonetheless. Imagine walking out of an elevator and looking out over the bay just as the orange sun is finally falling below the very distant mountains. Beautiful oranges and reds reflecting off the water, the buildings all silhouetted with tiny glowing windows. Mountains in the distance looking almost like ghosts. It was a very nice sight.
The readings happened well after the sun had set but (thanks to light pollution, which is a mixed blessing) there was still a view. It was wonderful to hear all these great poems and have these sox-knocking views all at the same time.
The readers were amazing, I really can’t say anymore than that. Afterwards people hung out on the bus and it was also very great. Bill, the bus driver, played blues on his guitar as people hung out— he also read at the space needle. Apparently Bill’s become a poet himself. That is what I think the poetry bus is all about.
[tags]poetry, poetry bus, space needle, wave books[/tags]