
The poets trotted out new work (another plus in my book) and sat around a table reading rather than behind a lectern. The poets were relaxed and something about them just sitting and sharing their work made it very intimate. Travis' pop culture-laced poetry is so observant and funny; Tom's work is both humorous and melancholy (the one called "Sugar Spoon" about his parents using the same spoon for decades and how one day it will disintegrate and leave a "milky way across the kitchen table" was brilliant); Chelsea read one of my favorite poems "The Sixth Grade Lunchroom" from her collection The Shifting Line and some excellent new pieces; Ayo read new work (hooray!) and closed the evening so strongly with his moving and humorous work, including a new pantoum about how AIDS is ravaging Haiti.
After the reading, I had a chance to talk with my poetry compatriots in the audience like Kamla, Rupert, Cleo and Ron Hughes. There was probably more than 50 people in the auditorium, which for a reading is big success. With this kind of star power, I wouldn't have expected any less.
What I love most about evenings like this is the transference of energy you get from hearing the poems. It made me want to come home and write. So I did.
Comments
Glad you found a wonderful poetic energy center at the reading.
Thanks for taking us along with you on that poetry reading. I felt like I was there.