Make A Living As A Poet: Dementia Arts Conference: Celebrating Creativity in Elder Care

Monday, September 15, 2014

Dementia Arts Conference: Celebrating Creativity in Elder Care

The New Mexico History Museum joins the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project to share techniques for reaching people with memory illnesses through literature, performance and visual art and museum exhibits on Saturday, October 25, 9am to 4pm, New Mexico History Museum, 113 Lincoln Avenue Santa Fe, NM 87501. Registration fee of $35 includes light breakfast and lunch. Continuing Education Units will be available.

To register or for more information call 505-577-2250 or go to: www.dementiaarts.com

Workshops will be led by: Gary Glazner, Alzheimer’s Poetry Project; Alysha Shaw, Lifesongs℠; Jane Tygesson, Discover Your Story; Ruth Dennis, Vista Living; and Jytte Lokvig, Alzheimer’s Café. Poet Stuart Hall will be the featured guest artist.

Partnering Organizations: Alzheimer’s Association, New Mexico Chapter; Alzheimer’s Café; Alzheimer’s Poetry Project; Discover Your Story, IAIA MFA Creative Writing Program; Institute of Dementia Education & Art; Life Songs; New Mexico Literary Arts; Southwestern College, and Vista Living Communities. The conference is in support the New Mexico Alzheimer’s and Related Dementia State Plan, with the endorsement of: the officeof Governor Susana Martinez New Mexico Aging and Long-Term Services Department and the New Mexico Department of Cultural Affairs.

Partially funded by the City of Santa Fe Arts Commission; Santa Fe Community Foundation; McCune Foundation; National Endownent for the Arts; New Mexico Arts and the Poetry Foundation.

www.dementiaarts.com

Death by Taxi

In New York you die in taxis.
A little yellow death.
The honking of crows.
Black puddles, putrid flapping.
Only there are no crows.
They must be pigeons, blacking up.
They honk convincingly and the traffic
begins to flow and breathe again.
You are in his arms. He is loving you alive.
You see the light. It’s a green light
For God’s sake try to make the light.
It’s flashing and the crow dogs are barking
in their little park runs.
Only there are no dogs.
They must be jackals in wiener dog coats.
Your death will make the news.
The paperboys are swooning,
“Extra! Extra!”
“You’ll never guess who died in a taxi!”
Stuck in traffic unable
to get to even the closest
Starbucks. Only there is no coffee.
It must be dead black water,
like an old Doobee Brothers song
surprising you on the radio.
But that’s not radio and the cabby
isn’t singing to you, he’s singing
to his cousin about the Knicks in Urdu.
He keeps shouting the chorus,
“Knick Knock, Knick Knock.”
He has no idea you are dead.
Now here’s the riddle:
do you tip when you’re dead?
You can’t take it-whatever!
Still it seems a little rude,
to keep driving
into the subway token sun,
slipping through its square hole,
while all your passengers
are rattling a hoarse mackerel breath
almost a whisper,
“Horse Head Nebula”
and step on it.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Dementia Arts Conference: Celebrating Creativity in Elder Care

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