A huge thanks to Moisés for giving me this amazing onionskin typewriter paper last year for my birthday…this was the first time I’ve used it. Love at first feel. The translucent, texturized, fragile essence made for a perfect poem this Valentine’s Day.
Some performances were long. We raged past the show and burrowed furiously into the night. Other performances were lonely and quiet, intimate, with soft conversation and relaxed acceptance of letting the flow be. On the last night, our voices rose and fell in play with one another, harmonizing at their own accord to the perfect pitches, intervals, frequencies.
Captivated by conversation, tapas and wine, attendees were enthralled by the night. In a literary wonderland reflected through timeless glass, everyone bubbled. Princeton Library celebrations were led by live classical music, auctions, vendors, food, dancing, and free poetry. I’m honored Typewriter Poetry played a small role in the enchantment, even if it was for one night (and one night, only).
Now that I’m back home, I can upload the rest of the couples series I wrote for National Poetry Month. I’m not sure if I should continue taking pictures of the poems, or just scan them into the computer. Which image style do you think is best? Here’s an example of a scanned poem, and here’s an example of a photographed poem. Would love your opinions! Thanks 🙂
Originally Posted: May 14th, 2011Updated: August 4th, 2020This poem was featured on Quora as the answer to this question: “What’s the creepiest poem you’ve ever read?” I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT Who says sleepis subconscious? We don’tjust meetin our dreams, we collapseinto each other,exhausted from travelclimbing through oneblack honeinto another. –billimarieoctober 15th 2011 Purchase Poetry