At the ZAP Expo last weekend I ran into my friend Dan Dunn, author of the book American Wino: A Tale of Reds, Whites, and One Man’s Blues. He inscribed my copy with “This doesn’t happen without you man!” High praise. Looking forward to the read.
The first will be this Sunday October 16th, Art+POETRY+Wine, where poets Indigo Moor, Dean Rader, Brynn Saito, and Tess Taylor will each read a selection of their poetry inspired by art in the Pairings exhibition. Sonoma County wines, selected by myself, complement each poem/art pair.
Mark your calendars and stay tuned for details about Art+MUSIC+Wine on November 5, and Art+FOOD+Wine on December 3.
Bottled poetry indeed! Join me for a talented selection of wine and poets at Flight of Poets. Curated by Hollie Hardy and Tess Taylor, I will be pairing delicious wines with the work of six talented poets; Tony Barnstone, Cassandra Dallett, Natalie Diaz, Adam Fitzgerald, Brynn Saito, Robin Beth Schaer; Carefully selected to illuminate their work.
My friend, poet Dean Rader, recently published this fun wine-pairing piece in honor of the NBA Finals. A tip of the hat to this charming analysis of Basketball culture, and justification that it is truly a sport best suited for wine!
Litquake arrives in San Francisco on October 9th this year, departing October 17th, so don’t forget to join me for my 6th Annual Flight of Poets on Thursday October 15th! Featured wineries include Gundlach Bundschu, Hess Collection, Three Wine Co., LaFollette Wines, Tin Bar & Breathless.
Red is landing and launch,
Orbit and origin, both cork and
Crush. It’s motion, evolution,
Kinesis. It’s fire and flight.
Every color moves, but red
Takes off, it rockets through
Space, through science. Look: the
Capsule is in your hand. Explore.
Imbibe sun and skin, drink the
Earth. You too can discover the
New world; for in this realm, in this
Cosmos, in this universe,
Everything is wine.
And while you are feeling the wine vibe, chew on this little extra from Dean as well!
over tongue over teeth
over cusp cut and rim
back and push
me down I want
to go deep
below body and bone
beneath darkness and dirt
and there raise
me up to
mouth on mouth
on lip on tip
I want to go deep
I want to be squashed
quashed and quelled
I want to be crushed
My dear friend and scholar Trane DeVore wrote this piece last year on his blog The Trout Factory, and I was recently reminded of its transcendence into the wine infested world of Sonoma County. Thanks Trane!