I still haven't written of the Visible Poetics art show. Just like I haven't written of my experience with "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof". It isn't that I'm blocked, it is that it is still alive, very alive, inside of me. And a lot of it is Angry. Exponential Anger. And I don't think it is constructive to spew it out, unprocessed. It is quite a passionate creative partner, anger, and integral to this grieving process.
The experience of the Poetry Fire in the video was incredible. I was never so grateful for a group of collaborators am I with this group of artist/poets/random collection of people who showed up on January 28 for a Poetry event, never knowing they would become the poetry event.
I worked with the words you will hear on this video, some of them, in this edited image yesterday:
The colors on the photo illustrate the fire I feel coarsing along my skin and getting spent on stage. It will be spent again, today ~ perhaps even more so in the wake of what to me is like the ultimate insult. Right up there with saying my poetry is NICE or CUTE is the dreaded, "Congratulations!" after a show from some one whose voice I would normally respect.
I heard from one ofmy friends that among the cool "oh-so-educated-and-therefore-the-only-opinion-that-matters-theater "kids", "Congratulations!" is the blanket word for "You suck and I don't want to hurt your feelings and don't have any words of specific praise so instead I will cop out with a luke warm and generic CONGRATULATIONS!"
The colors express the expletives I choose not to express in a public forum.
It is Saturday. I have a show tonight. And then I will rest. And tomorrow, I will be at church for a meeting and then have another creative meeting and maybe, if I am lucky, time with my kids. And you. In the blogosphere, in my writing world.
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