That is incredible. Will read it again and again. It needs to be read again and again.
I am thunderstruck.
The knucklebones. Ah. Yes. And that lady- that poet- she knows how to read. She treats her words as they deserve when she speaks them aloud. Thank you, Elizabeth.
It's so funny -- I thought that exact thing when I decided to post it. Your words about how poets read their poetry were ringing in my ears -- so true, except for this one.
freakin' wow. just wow.
Ho.Ly.Shit.Thank you for posting the link to read it. I had to see it with my own eyes to fully appreciate it (I'm visual like that - audio doesn't quite complete it for me).Ho.Ly.Shit.
Fantastic! Such imagery -- the knuckle bones, her dying mother. The laundry never done. The expelled breath of everyone else. Wow.I heard Marie Howe read a few years ago at the Zendo I attended in New York, and at the time I didn't know who she was. I had no idea I was seeing someone so esteemed in the poetry world.