The Wildly Inappropriate Poetry
Of
Arthur Greenleaf Holmes
England's Preeminent Poet of the Perverse
Hello, my friends. By now, this may come as no great surprise, but I am sorry to say that the realities of the global pandemic have forced us to postpone our June production of "The Wildly Inappropriate Poetry of Arthur Greenleaf Holmes," at the Access Theater in New York. This is a hard pill to swallow, but one made more bearable by the responsibility we all must share. I cannot adequately express my gratitude to all who have supported--and who continue to support--this show, even as it presses forward to an as-yet undetermined opening date. Be certain, though, that this show will go on, and that we will keep you informed as things come into focus.
For those of you who have purchased tickets, you should receive an email detailing your options. In the meantime, I and my wonderful production team will continue to explore whatever mediums are available to us in order to create new and engaging digital content. I will also continue to produce live stream shows each Friday evening on my facebook page.
Thank you, friends, for your terrific support. Please be safe, and stay in touch.
Yours,
Arthur
For those of you who have purchased tickets, you should receive an email detailing your options. In the meantime, I and my wonderful production team will continue to explore whatever mediums are available to us in order to create new and engaging digital content. I will also continue to produce live stream shows each Friday evening on my facebook page.
Thank you, friends, for your terrific support. Please be safe, and stay in touch.
Yours,
Arthur
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From my good friend Christopher Buehlman, author of "Those Across The River," "The Lesser Dead," and "Between Two Fires":
"NEW YORK FRIENDS
Some of the funniest performers I’ve ever met or seen—and I’ve seen a few—happen to work on the renaissance festival circuit, and this man is arguably the best of the bunch. But don’t argue, because you’ll lose.
From “I Built My Love a Menstrual Hut” to “On the Road to Gomorrah” and please let’s not forget “The Tewksbury Pudding,” the poems of Arthur Greenleaf Holmes, and more importantly, the delivery of their writer—razor-sharp comedian Gordy Boudreau—will leave you punching your companion hard in the thigh, not because you’re an abuser but because you can’t breathe.
And how to describe that delivery?
Imagine the debauched, high-functioning cynicism of Blackadder as animated by Frank Oz.
And the writing? Oh, the writing. Ogden Nash meets the Marquis de Sade.
I understand tickets for these limited appearances are moving faster than cocaine at a Restaurant Managers of America convention, so don’t dilly-dally or you’ll be left chafing in the alley with the hurdy-gurdy man. (See the show—you’ll understand.)"
"NEW YORK FRIENDS
Some of the funniest performers I’ve ever met or seen—and I’ve seen a few—happen to work on the renaissance festival circuit, and this man is arguably the best of the bunch. But don’t argue, because you’ll lose.
From “I Built My Love a Menstrual Hut” to “On the Road to Gomorrah” and please let’s not forget “The Tewksbury Pudding,” the poems of Arthur Greenleaf Holmes, and more importantly, the delivery of their writer—razor-sharp comedian Gordy Boudreau—will leave you punching your companion hard in the thigh, not because you’re an abuser but because you can’t breathe.
And how to describe that delivery?
Imagine the debauched, high-functioning cynicism of Blackadder as animated by Frank Oz.
And the writing? Oh, the writing. Ogden Nash meets the Marquis de Sade.
I understand tickets for these limited appearances are moving faster than cocaine at a Restaurant Managers of America convention, so don’t dilly-dally or you’ll be left chafing in the alley with the hurdy-gurdy man. (See the show—you’ll understand.)"
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