When She Who Must Be Obeyed mentioned that she’d met a very conversant women recently who told her about a gathering of ‘fisher poets’ upcoming 22-24 February in Astoria (OR, of course) I didn’t think much about it at the time.
Trying to restore some order this morning after a (for the most part nifty) explosion of work this week I ran across the note I’d pecked out in Evernote about the event.
Read more about the Fisher Poets Gathering here; it’s a reunion of sorts for commercial fishers from near and far, though it appears to be dominated by fishers from the Pacific Northwest and Alaskan waters.
There’s a wonderful site – In the Tote – featuring the works of some of the Fisher Poets; both of the videos posted here were harvested from there.
Having lived here on Puget Sound now for just shy of a year, we’ve been astounded at how sea life, sea food and those who carve out a living from the ocean are so deeply embedded in the fabric of life out here.
These folks aren’t the typical espresso-swilling, Patagonia-clad Seattle hipster or urbanite; these are throw-on-the-rain-gear and get-it-done kind of people who remind us a hell of lot of the old style Montanans we think about every day we’re away from home.
