A wonderfully rare opportunity. Poets JONATHAN GARFINKEL + JERAMY DODDS speak of friendship and writing. Last night. knife | fork | book
Poetry is an event. Poetry read aloud is a vital, courageous, extraordinary act. It’s my refresh button. Sustenance. What keeps us here. Pockets of vibrant, responsive, living communities in support of one another. Challenging, raising the bar. Hearing what we haven’t, repeatedly the same, repeatedly new. To etch out identities and form. Find resonance and dischord. Celebrate differences. Exercise clean anger. Get messy. Weep with those who weep. Rejoice with those who rejoice.
k | f | b is the setting, the stage, where that occurs several times weekly. If poetry doesn’t move, what good is it?
And poets seek to read here, because, where there’s movement, it’s a happening.
OR How do you strike / if you have to strike / a loved one?
I’m not known for my discretion.
His hand on you / Asleep and darkness / Where no moon tonight / Breathe him in
kb: [my fantasy] Can I get the two of you in a bathtub?
jg: Actually, Jeramy helped me caulk the tiles in my bathroom.
I would be hard pressed to imagine a more perfect union (or evening). Absorbing. Transfixed. Full. Remarkable.