The modernist poet and madman Ezra Pound once wrote, “Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance… poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.” Reading the poems of Kary Wayson—one of the three nominees for the 2012 Genius Award for literature—provides precisely this pleasure: the pleasure of music, the pleasure of the dance. Without force, and without being clever (yes, cleverness is a bad thing), her words open and close, anticipate and echo one another as they smoothly conduct the meaning of her thoughts. (Greenwood Library, 8016 Greenwood Ave N, 684-4086, 1 pm, free)