Robert Creeley and Jennifer Moxley
St. Mark's Church, 11/19
The vastness of the main room at St. Mark's isn't exactly conducive to focusing on poetry. Muffled bassy EQ for both readers. During the second half of Creeley's reading there was a continuously creeping reverb feedback. Maybe the good people over at the Poetry Project could do a sound check for situations like this?
Jennifer started with a Christmas poem and a memoir about life in San Diego.
"the mind is a ghastly instrument"
During the reading there was one of the all-time most annoying cell phone interruptions I've ever experienced -- impossible to ignore. Jennifer stopped, pointed to the offending party and said "You -- OUT!, for a little comic relief. She followed this up with "No, it's okay, I forgive you."
She ends with "The Sense Record." There's something about this poem which allowed me to finally focus in this boomy cavernous space.
"he fends off emptiness with his feet"
"nights I worry about spiders in the vacuum cleaner"
Insight polyphonically mixed with negatively charged romantic autobiographical declaration. She's most like Creeley in this aspect of her work, where there is a will to go over the details of life and formulate some kind of keepable propositions about it.
Something about the voicings -- I kept thinking of Mary Butts…
Beautifully crafted thought traces and modest propositions about going through time.
Still struggling to switch on during the reading, what did Pound say, you should be a ball of light when reading poetry? And listening to it, I suppose?
"the truth is in a container"