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Eyewear's Big Night In Toronto With George E. Clarke!



Illicit Sonnets--a poetic evening with George Elliott Clarke
August 21, 2013
Doors open at 7:30 pm, event starts at 8 pm
The Gladstone Hotel Ballroom
1214 Queen Street West 
M6J 1J6, TORONTO CANADA
$5 entrance fee or FREE with purchase of the book


Acclaimed NOW journalist and essayist Susan G. Cole interviews Toronto Poet Laureate George Elliott Clarke.

Director Diana Manole stages a theatrical performance of Illicit Sonnets, Clarke's new erotic poetry with choreography and music selections by Keith Macfarlane featuring Payge Mildebrath.
 
Toronto Poet Laureate George Elliott Clarke is a fierce, funny, polemical and sensual poet, librettist, essayist and Canadian literature professor. His latest book of poetry Illicit Sonnets is a deeply erotic work, which confronts ageism and race relations head on. Discussing the work and Clarke's political and artistic sensibility is Susan G. Cole.

Accompanying this talk will be a 30 minute staged performance highlighting the beauty of Illicit Sonnets. Theatre director, writer and academic Diana Manole will stage a combination of dance and readings from Clarke's work with performers Keith Macfarlane and Payge Mildebrath.

This evening with George Elliott Clarke is the inaugural event of This Is Not A Reading Series (TINARS), a literary programme celebrating its 10th anniversary this season. Marc Glassman, the Artistic Director of TINARS says, "Our mandate remains the same, to investigate the creative process of writers: who they are and why they make their work."

Media contact: Marc Glassman 647-267-9475

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