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.
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).
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.
That is incredible. Will read it again and again. It needs to be read again and again.
ReplyDeleteI am thunderstruck.
ReplyDeleteThe knucklebones.
ReplyDeleteAh. 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.
Deletefreakin' wow. just wow.
ReplyDeleteHo.Ly.Shit.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.