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.