The next of my small stones was a very slight piece called "The Poetry Evening". This extended version is really a variation on the theme rather than a longer version of the same piece. Because Blogger is down at the moment I am having a go at posting this via gmail and so some, if not all, of the formatting will probably get lost. I'll sort it out later when blogger is back to normal.
The poetry evening
The first poet is
an adult woman.
She
has no papers
has no books
performs with style
and energy.
Her
poems are witty
and clever
and full of life
and laughter.
The second poet is
an adult man.
He
reads from pages
kept loose-leaf
in a folder
full of dreams.
His
poems are subtle
and personal
and full of sorrow
and anger.
The third poet is
an older woman.
She
reads from a book
a collection
of her works.
Her
poems are thoughtful
traditional
and full of rhythm
and rhyme.
The last poet is
a teenage girl.
She
reads from an i-pad
virtual words
from the ether.
Her
poems are spikey
angular things
full of the preoccupations
of youth.
William Labov, RIP.
6 hours ago
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