Poem by Micheal Moore about Beaux Arts and Tom
I found this poem online at John Balcomb's website. I don't know if it's the Michael Moore the filmmaker or someone with the same name. I like the poem either way. I'm trying to contact John Balcomb, so i get any new information i'll let you know. Also, if anyone knows what vermiliad and vermilate mean please let me know. I found some references to them being plants growing in the rainforest.
Where Vines entwine
and vermiliads vermiliate
lie the garden paths where originators originate
This is to laud the improper proprietor
who creates the stage where creators stage
experimental experiences
Caveat emptor!
This is to celebrate Thomas Bruce Reese
Who taught us to quest for our own Golden Fleece
Who caused poets to think they'd never be prouder
than the day Tom failed to shout at them, Read louder!
With pride I swelled until I bi-trunkated
When he was satisfied that Id enunciated
He who saved the arts from all adversity
'from youth through his Diamond Anniversary
Toms been a poet and dancer who
critiqued arts in the paper and had an art school too
For a time the uniform he wore
was the blue of a Navy Commodore
As such, we hear he explored around
historic streets of London Town
He then returned to host a coffeehouse
igniting the flame no flame can douse
The hip and the famous visited Beaux ARts
Beatniks and folkies and the free at heart
Jack Kerouac came; Jim Morrison read -
The leading place for those who refused to be led
It was the artists who made it real
including Rick von Schmidt and Floridas Fred Neil
But most important, the amateurs came
to sing songs never heard adn tpoems the same
I remember my first appearance locally
was at Beaux ARts with D.D. Yokeley
I played the banjo adn experienced stage fright =
a nibble of performing, but a taste I like
I remember you mother, Tom,
taking tickets at the door
George Johnson got me in for free
because his guitar I, like a roady, bore
I remember barry Sims sing Ira Hays
and Coal Mine Disaster i nthose folk music days
I heard Danny Finleys guitar beguile em
When the Beaux rocked with Bethlehem Asylum
And how the sound of 12-string ringing
blended withe the Wasels singing
How literati found it groovy
watching quote nasty unquote foreign movies
How Tom regaled us, for our innocences sake
with tales of fold-foil fig leaves bursting with beefcake
And how he once surprised some young college chaps
by flinging himself across five of their laps
Young people would rent from him
rooms with no bedchecks
Giving Tom a bad reputation
with some local rednecks
We recall how Captain Ego
drove his cycle through the garden -
with a naked girl on the handlebars
and asking no one's pardon
Through all the years it amazes me
when I stop to think
About how many of your renters, lied to you
and said they did not drink
They'd move in and on a binge they'd go
Soon they couldn't pay the rent though
But you'd let them work to meet he cost
They'd work half the time, take your tools and run off
I've heard that story so many times
that I can tell it here, while making it rhyme
Years, later, I ran into Tom again
at an Allen Ginzberg reading, and he like my plan
So we started the Beaux Arts Open Mike
We once had twenty-four performers in one night
Storyteller, magicians, musicians and dancers
poets and potters and filmmakers answered
the call to share and entertain
We boogied in the screen-house through wind and rain
A tree grew through the midst of our performance hall
We met so many people, I can't remember them all
We made little cash. Tom and I often clashed
As I told Boo at the Halloween Bash
She'd find us some day, lying in the same place
Purple, with our fingers pointed in each other's face
The amps would squeal, the crowd would writhe
But nothing could beat real music live
Festivals held with paintings displayed
People came costumed in in-conceivable ways
So let Pinellas Park rejoice
that all these years they've had a choice,
rare anywhere, and in a small town indeed,
to have such a grower, who pants such seeds
Providing a forum for all who would speak
from underground to traditional, this man unique
Of the many people he's recognized,
for some, he gave them their only prize
Now the recognition should be his
as each day he continues to give
By example do the wise teach -
And my example is Thomas Bruce Reese
Mike Moore
July 19. 1992
