Naughty Bits at the Francis Morisson

The event came to my attention on the 14th, Valentines day, although it took place on the 15th , day after the love day is celebrated.  I was amused and sure enough joined the audience at 7 pm sharp with  my camera ready. The line up for the readings included Leonard Cohen, Yann Martel, Yeats, Margaret Atwood and others whom I did not remember or know.

The Four Actors were Yvette Nolan, currently the Writer in Residence at the Francis Morrison, Rob Roy, Arron Naytowhow and Sharon Bakker. All Four made this a memorable evening for me.

All Four read from the Play "The Real Thing" by Tom Stoppard. The scene involved two lovers married to other's spouse, playing a word game of sexual tension. Annie played by Yvette Nolan was enchanting ..depicting, energy,intellect and open pursuit of her desire.

Rob Roy in a voice, that carries, is intimate and groans with sexual angst, read from  Leonard Cohen's Spice Box. I was transported back...way back when I listened to and read  Cohen with and without friends or lovers.One of my favorites of Cohen:

"I perceived the outline of your breasts
through your Hallowe'en costume
I knew you were falling in love with me
because no other man could perceive
the advance of your bosom into his imagination
It was a rupture of your unusual modesty
for me and me alone
through which you impressed upon my shapeless hunger
the incomparable and final outline of your breasts
like two deep fossil shells"

Leonard Cohen from the  Energy of slaves

Rob and Arron read from Bent by Martin Sherman, a play about Nazi persecution. The reading scene involved a charged dialogue between two lovers in a concentration camp, when Horst and Max share their love through words." death comes alive and passes on when we love"




The Specially Naughty bits were:

Yvette Nolan
Leda and the Swan by W B Yeats read by Yvette Nolan:

Sharon Bakker
My last Erotic poem by lorna Crozier...read by Sharon Bakker

AND Rob Roy with knitted brows, hand gestures and a vocal variety reading Yann Martel's  descriptive anatomical monologue from "Self" as no Kama Sutra could. 
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