Happy Birthday Talker!
What would Talker be without the Perfect August Sunday
Joining tens of thousands to watch the Air Show
The Rochester International Air Show
The Thunderbirds, The F-16s, the Fighting Falcons
As they roared and thundered over the city,
stopping walkers in their tracks to look
But Talker does not just report— it asks
How would this show go over with those with PTSD?
What if you were a Londoner in the blitz?
What if you had been a villager near Da Nang?
Talker doesn’t report on only one reality, but alternate ones,
the perfect August Sunday, and the ones which aren’t
Talker writes poems. “A Phone Call to Manhattan”
melancholy poignant about the one that got away
making art which becomes part of the story which is Rundelmania,
Rundelmania.com that is, the Digital Literary Arts Journal
of the Rochester Public Library, which in effect makes Talker
kin to Poe Whitman Melville, old journalists
whose work appeared in newspapers in the days
when art was not inimical to news, which reminds me
how art is always on Talker’s mind, you can’t get away from it,
whether it’s the review of Bonnie Gloris’ portraits
of painters and authors hanging on the walls of Rundel,
which allowed her a lively exchange with Talker about
Nin and Miller and Updike and Kahlo and Nabokov
or about the Dryden screening of “Inherit the Wind,” with Talker
keenly deeming “the classic a relevant critique of Trump,”
with a character based on Mencken as journalist-critic
or noting the passing of Frank Robinson who managed in Rochester, who won
MVPs in both leagues, and of the beloved Eugene himself whose work
took on the tasks of transportation and housing in cities, who not only loved
music, (collector of vintage jazz records), but made it on piano
and trumpet, jamming with friend Louis Armstrong,
passing after a “long and good life” in Talker’s words.
Well done, Eugene! Well done, Talker!