Poefest 2013: Downtown Phoenix Can't Get Enough Creepiness
The setup: For five years now, Arizona Curriculum Theater has been sharing with public audiences some damn frightening stories and poetry by Edgar Allan Poe, thereby raising the company's profile and funds for their great work introducing literature and the arts to students. The individual selections rotate, new ones are added from time to time, and as I noticed last weekend, the same story can sound even more horrifying after a four-year break. (Kind of like getting back on a thrill ride on which you've been before and about which you now have concrete doubts.)
Arizona Curriculum Theater Beau Heckman shares the story of "The Black Cat" at Poefest. Ewww.
See also: Curtains: Poe at Soul Invictus
Meanwhile, Halloween is crazier than New Year's Eve around here, and you can hardly get into any swell event. Could be because the weather just improved and we all have finally-getting-out-of-the-house mania.
What this means is that you won't be able to get a ticket to Poefest 2013 in the Ghost Lounge of the historic Hotel San Carlos, but there are other options:
- a show tonight at the Scottsdale Civic Center Library;
- a number of West Valley Arts Council Read 13 events: a Monday lunchtime performance at the State Capitol location of the State Library, another evening show next week in Peoria, and a Halloween morning performance at the Sun City library;
- and, finally, a wrapup marathon of "The Raven" readings on Halloween night in the genuine creepy Victorian Rosson House Museum in downtown Phoenix's Heritage Square. (Details at the end of this post.)
Let me just outline that Rosson House experience for you, though: Secretly buy your tickets in advance, stroll around downtown doing regular Halloweeny things with a friend or a date who doesn't read this blog (there must be a few), be within a few minutes of Rosson House shortly before your designated showtime, pretend to be super-scared by something, say "Let's just run in here for a minute," enter Rosson House, and actor James David Porter will scare the spleens right out of both of you as he gets all crazypants on the grand staircase.
Twenty minutes later, you'll definitely have something to talk or fight about for the rest of the evening. Nevermore, bitch!
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