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Of pubs and poetry

If I am lucky, the pub will have a seat or two in a dark corner and I can retreat from the bright and busy street into anonymity and calm and linger for a while over a glass of something soothing. Out there, everyone else can continue about their business. Of course, they must keep the whole thing going. Someone has to. But I desperately need a rest.

I google pubs & poets to find that the two are indissolubly linked. With pub grub and local music. And still going strong. But that is pub as performance venue.

‘Poetry Live’, with always a guest poet, was started in 1980 by David Mitchell (1940–2011) at the Globe Tavern in Wakefield Street in Auckland. The event later moved to Ponsonby’s Glue Pot.

Around the same time, Rosemary Menzies (1939–2014) was working hard and enthusiastically at organising live poetry readings above the Masonic Hotel in Devonport.

Ray playing guitar and harmonica reading his music on a stand to the left of the bar; two guys at the bar waiting for a drink. One is wearing a cap; the other a hood. There is no-one serving.

A little after 5 p.m. of a Friday evening, Ray Brightwell sits down by the bar of the Irish pub in the Grand Hotel in Whanganui and for an hour or two, plays and sings his own music as well as songs by other people; he likes Neil Young. [Photo courtesy of Paul Tremain, ©2017]

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