Thursday, April 13, 2006
Last night I attended a standing-room only poetry reading/thesis defense. I don't know Rochelle, but she already has quite a large fan base. She is funny, but most of her work is more serious than she is. She weaves mythical and narrative craft into lyrical poems of stunning resonance. Exploring incompatability, gender, knowledge, myth, folklore, love, and desire, her peices braid words together to gorgeous ends. She was nervous due to a crowd of over 50, and she read a little fast, but when she did slow down her peices struck home "right in the solar plexus," as she says. I hope she gets a collection out soon. On the way out the door I bumped into a man who sailed alone around part of the - or maybe the whole - world.
Posted by Anonymous the Younger at 4/13/2006 09:24:00 AM