Poetry of Sound
November 11th, 2018 @ The Czech Inn
There is a deep throated cackle coming from the cellar. There are people you know and people you want to know. You heard about the event from a friend of a friend, you'd tell them. The doorway invites you in and settles you.
You can hear the small hammer in a piano swinging at the keys and men with long coats clapping their softened hands. There is a rhythm in the faces around you. Everyone looks like everyone you've ever known. You ask the bartender for a cheap drink. They are all cheap. From the counter, you hear a form of language unfamiliar, yet so close to you. You swing your shoulders around to hear a commotion of crowd, music, and voice all speaking to you in this language.
You fold your hands on your knee and breathe every moment of the past and future at once. You think about metacognition. What does this mean? You watch a spanish man hold an orange with an oval sticker that reads #1003. You speak to him and jazz your foot around to the beat. The night tram home reminds you of the transition of poets. So famialir but somehow surprising. You walk home smiling and eventually dream in a new language of poetry and beat.
- Tyko Say
- Jeff Milton
- Ásgeir H Ingólfsson
- Jaromír Lelek
- Autumn James
- Jenda Pudlák