Monday, February 21, 2011
Dream of the 90's lives on.
I went to the poetry slam last night at Backspace in old town. Evan (a female) Pritchard and Libby Howard (spellings?) were the clear winners to me, two amazing women. Listening to them made me feel as if I was knocked unconscious and breathless, and awoke to a sharp clarity. Love, Hate, dying parents, addiction...there are no taboos on the subjects of their poetry, and the artists do not hold back.
I greatly admire these artists, I am amazed at the courage they have to figuratively strip naked and expose their most vulnerable selves. Their cadence is like a literal war, just unabashedly shooting away until exhaustion, victory, or death. I ordered a glass of wine at the beginning, and 2 hours later noticed I had been too mesmerized by their performance to even take a drink. Not even a drop of wine with the glass in my hand? Now that is a new measure of captivation for me.