Daily Archives: January 9, 2007

Gotpoetry Live tonight

We had an excellent feature tonight at Gotpoetry: Alveraz Ricardez, a poet/screenwriter from LA who is travelling across the country. He’s doing readings and filming a documentary on the state of poetry in the US.

Alverez is a relatively recent entrant into the poetic ranks, but he’s a VERY strong writer. His reading style is quiet but intense, and (befitting a screenwriter) he has a great sense of how to structure a feature — he interwove a variety of stand alone poems with an ongoing series of works in the form of letters to a woman named Helen, with the speaker relating his disquieting experiences in a foreign land. The images were deep and evocative while not revealing so much of the narrative of events that you were ever completely sure of what was going on — why he was there, why he couldn’t come home, etc.

I like this type of feature — it’s a good example of the type of work you WON’T see at many slam venues.

The room itself was full and quiet throughout the reading.

Alveraz is a pretty consistent contributor to our forums on Gotpoetry.com under the screen name “hot_mud.” I’ve always liked his work, but I have even greater respect for it now. If he’s near you, go see him — his next gig’s at the Cornelia Street Cafe in NYC this week (a wonderful venue).


Aubade (edit)

I made a couple of edits to this.

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Aubade

You must wake up. You must.
Unless you open
your eyes at once you will miss it —
today you are swathed
in a rapture of agreement.
Yes from the blue
basket of perfumes in your
bathroom, yes from the ivory
of your face after a night
without sleep. Yes, yes from
all of the browning grass,
the bittersweet orange
in your neighbor’s hedge — yes!
Stereo in the car blaring salsa,
yes! Fat cat shredding her rival,
yes! A city’s breathing beginning
to quicken, a truck engine praising power,
a bulldozer down the hill moving
the earth below heaven, yes! Yes!
School’s almost open, banks not far
behind, the cruiser ignores
the dope being smoked on the corner,
your hair is natural for the moment,
your skin warm from the comforter,
there’s coffee if you want it —
yes! Yes: the morning note,
the paper in the box, your jaws
stretched in a yawn
and no one here to disapprove
your scent. Yes!
This is a day like all others
and today you can see it
for what it truly is:
Yes! This is the holy yes!
Awake and see it:
approval everywhere,
and not
a preacher in sight!


The point is, of course, that no matter how loudly I proclaim how I feel, it’s not enough. Action and inaction matter more than my feelings do, and that is as it should be — no matter what panic I feel, no matter what fear I have, I must act from my feelings for them to be honestly manifested. Otherwise, it’s as if they don’t exist.


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