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Shockoe-2015

 
      R EUGENE BROWN
1951 - 2016




Reading featured way out jazz
flute, sax, spoken word


Reading featured psychiatric interview

(art6 gallery closed)


(polka dot gallery closed)



© R. Eugene Brown, 2006
© Horn Blossom Productions, 2006

chapbook not available until later,
stay tuned



sip my steaming blood



Genesis 2005  (from the rubble)

 


PROLOGUE

From the summer of 2001
Through the winter of 2004/05.

I wrote poetry
Like a streaking light
On a thoroughbred.


I commented on local themes,

As in my poem, entitled Park Time,


Now, I await my second wind.


Tonight I will share poems

That have already danced on this stage.

I want to challenge myself

To see if my poetry has “legs”

Like a wine connoisseur

Might comment on a good wine swirled.




last J. Warner Design photo 2012

R. Eugene Brown 
Born: Cumberland, MD,  9-29-51

Education: 2001 to present, private instruction,
Dr. Annie Ready Coffey

Occupation: retail clothing, retail and design - plant doctor.

Avocation: musician, poet, box camera photographer, plants and passionate hobbyist

Fall 2001 – joined Shockoe Espresso poets
Fall 2004 -- joined performing artists at art6 gallery

                   joined Richmond Concert Band -- flute

Spring 2004 – Virginia Poetry Society award – honorable mention for his poem Park Time

Eugene Brown first performed spoken word with Shockoe Readers at the Shockoe Bottom Art Center and at Artspace in 2002. He also worked with Polkadot Art Gallery generating an audience of writers and performers. He is presently getting ready for new performances at art6 and Shockoe Espresso  coffeehouse. His poetry is now published online at Jimmy Warner’s  Richmonder  dot-com / Shockoe Reader.



             

Reading featured chapbook launch


        


Eugene read at Shockoe Esspresso until 2008 and attended the Art6 poetry meetings
2006 - 2013,  also read at Taza and displayed photos.


PARK TIME

 

let's return to the growth of grass

between the water and the mountains

 

our time showed smiles and

laughter with clover

 

we sat translating our cultures

an innocent exposure between my world and yours

 

there was a soft moment, maybe, you know

when our arms met, folded onto

the pages, which you wrote

 

remember the recording of your voice

when we started over, so as to let a

mother with child past through our time

 

remember what we fed each other, and

the visitors on the ground

 

a very slow breeze moved us around the park in circles

and some had their required leash

 

we vowed to bring back more pages

and translate the difference in our eyes


 




 


FIRST TO APPEAR



 

I FEEL A DREAM CYCLE


BETWEEN HYBERNATING UNIVERSES


LET’S CELEBRATE A SOFT GREEN PICNIC


BENEATH THE HOLIDAY GARDEN


WHERE POETRY, MUSIC AND BIRTH BLOOM

 




FIREWORKS SHOW

 

I can smell the colors as they

gently dissipate

 

Gold and silver sparks

and noisemakers delight a seated audience

 

THUMP, the sound that sends the show upwards

 

Bursting into chrysanthemums and peonies

of rainbows against a dark sky

 

And at the last second,  BANG  the report

 

The crowd awaits the finale

 

THUMP  THUMP  THUMP  THUMP

 

Colors in so many directions

your eyes dazzled by the magic

 

And for a moment

you have to rest your neck

just so you can look up again

 

if you're lucky

 

You catch a gold star falling

 

Just as the show ends








 I saw in this morning's (Friday, June 3) Richmond Times Dispatch that Eugene Brown has passed ... Many poets and artist knew him ... Most met him at Shockoe Expresso in the Slip ... He performed with Men's Speak at art6 several times and had his own one man show there at least once .... He was good friends with Jimmy Wariner and they performed musically on a regular basis for First Friday's at art6 ... He worked in retail first at Saxon's Shoes and later at Brooke's Brothers at Stoney Point Fashion Park ... There is so much one could say about Eugene ... as well as Shann Palmer (who too knew Eugene well) ... Their passing reminds me of a line from Dr. Zhivago ... to paraphrase ... No one misses a poet ... as (much as)  another poet ... Wes Childress

 

 


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