I wouldn't think of her again for four years, when I was alerted to the fact that she had relocated near the Lake Merced area of San Francisco to be closer to her family. With her arrival, she was dropping in for readings at Modern Times and the Beat Museum and as I was helping a group of poets to produce a new submission based reading series "Anger Management" it occurred to me "hey, why don't we grab a few features to make sure we have a loaded lineup." My co-producer HK Rainey wholeheartedly approved of this strategy, and I immediately reached out to Linda.
Of course she didn't remember me. "I meet so many damn artists, it's hard to keep them straight," she admitted. But she found the theme of the reading, writings from or about anger (or both) to be highly appealing, and agreed to open the event which would take place at the Kaleidoscope Free Speech Zone just off the corner of 24th Street and Bryant in the deep Mission district. She wanted to read first in the show so she could go home early, and while normally this wouldn't endear me to the poet, we were talking about a woman on the verge of turning 70. I prefer an early bedtime myself these days.
In addition to Linda though, the lineup of writers performing for this event had me jacked: Tony DuShane, Jesus Angel Garcia, Lauren Becker, Alia Volz - and it didn't end there. I had been watching over the past few months how big lineups of writers could turn out big crowds and we wanted every decent submission for the event to get its moment.
We had 19 readers booked. BIG mistake. As we got closer to the event several readers expressed to me their doubts about this arrangement. I tried to assure these readers that everyone was only going to read for no more than seven minutes apiece. Debbie Kirk fumed at me that "no one does just seven minutes!" She backed out of the lineup on the day of the reading asking that one of the troupe readers, my buddy Adam Laxton, read in her place instead. I tried to tell myself this was not really going sideways.
The night of the reading arrived. Our musical guest was my neighbor Cindy Emch's happening little booze band Vagabondage, so I car-pooled into San Francisco with her. We arrived to find most of our talent thronging the sidewalk outside the Free Speech Zone. The strategy of booking a large lineup had paid off with an enormous standing room only crowd. The reading was jammed with readers who were regulars at Quiet Lightning and the 16th and Mission Thursday Street Showcase. And it was a Thursday night.
7 Powers of Wrath:
by Cecelia Chapman