Last night was Poetry Night: themed Disturbingly Gothe, Paulo set the mood with candles and projections of amazingly disturbing images, we played the opening scene of The Antichrist to get in the ‘zone’.
We read from Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Philip Larkin, P.B. Shelley, Horace Smith, Pablo Neruda, Edward Lear, and a brilliant many more.
We read a monologue from a theatre play, a verse from a book, something beautiful in portuguese, something beautiful in Farsi, italian, spanish ….
This was, like many poetry nights I have had here, especially sweet and cosy and nurturing.
This was my very last one. My contract here at Fabrica ends
in about a week and I will be home soon.
I hope the tradition continues.
4 responses so far ↓
Sleek // October 29, 2009 at 9:31 am |
U will be home?? eh, why didn’t u warn me earlier…now how am to get the whole village to welcome u?
mphoebe // October 29, 2009 at 9:53 am |
this is sweet of you Sleek.
I haven’t booked my flight yet.
But i will surely let you blogville friends know when am to be in Kampala.
xoxox
Mckeith // October 29, 2009 at 1:34 pm |
I’ll prepare for the grand entrance.
the emrys // October 29, 2009 at 2:24 pm |
my postcard!!! i want i want i want