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Twitching words, transfusing into the air of silence, alive and real to those listening, making our separate identities connective.
Shots of images.
Thursday, Feb. 28: poets Jennifer Gosetti and Michael Alpert reach a malleable, appreciative audience.
“It was difficult to choose what poems to include,” Gosetti said.
Reading 21 of her poems, Gosetti had license to intoxicate. Through her flavored combinations of words, she mass-muted the misconception that poetry coats the tongue with the taste of onion.
“Your absence is narcotic in this killing frost,” Gosetti said as she sculpted the written word into an idyllic, naked beauty.
Shepherding our metamorphoses on a slicingly somber pitch of shackled reality, Gosetti’s soft-spoken words cut at the unkempt strands of the experienced life, the Black Widow’s web.
“Its features worn away into a smear,” Gosetti said lastly and left us to retreat from the foreign world she created.
Again, our canvas: blank.
Michael Alpert, director of the University Press, was next to take the podium.
“These are statements or observations with a lot of silence surrounding them,” Alpert prefaced.
From his collection of poems, A Night Sea Journey, he read lines at random and donned an exploratory world for the audience to navigate.
“Each day I convince myself that I belong to my name,” Alpert read. “Surely the name belongs to a stranger.”
Silence.
“Somehow when we remember, we awaken.”
All are welcome at the next poetry pow-wow on March 28 at 4:30 in Jeness.
Bangor Daily News