I decided to make a new post today about an event celebrated yesterday, March 29th, something I rarely do, but I felt I wanted to share with those who could not come, as well as those who did, the photos and a very meaningful video gifted to me, all shot at this rather special poetry reading.
For me personally, every reading has a different mood, and I walk away from them when they are over, physically exhausted and mentally too at times, or exhilarated and full of a nameless joy. From this reading, yesterday, I walked away with all the above feelings, and maybe a few more, as it was a magical combination, of venue, wardrobe (people dressed so beautifully) music, moment, and connection of the audience to my words, and visa versa. Sometimes there is just a magical spirit, that blows around a room, and everyone inside feels it, perceiving it in their own way, yet collectively the results can be seen and heard. I read in chat, tears from the audience, just as I too was letting them fall. I read deep recognition and feelings that I too was feeling about the last poem, “Her Name Was Noor” and if it is true it brought sadness , it also bought those deep human emotions out that we share, sometimes not even knowing we share them. There are times when the collective releasing of those emotions, brings renewed desires to “live,” so after the reading was over, Mariella asked me if I could put some more music on and invite those who were still there, sort of lingering, to a belly dance.
Of course I said “Yes”
I will share these pictures at the end of this post as they portray the moment of grace and release after a long, very emotional at times reading, culminating in this poem, the last poem, I will share with you now. I want to thank Nat, once again for being at my reading, filming this poem, and editing it so beautifully. For me she captured it all so well, the colors, the ambiance and the flow and feeling of the poem. Please enjoy my live reading at Poetry Reflections yesterday of “Her Name Was Noor” filmed by my friend and excellent, machinima maker Natascha Randt.
Then Nat surprised me with our belly dance caught by her hidden camera. She has a steady hand, even when she is gracefully waving it around in the air.
I wish to thank my talented and beautiful assistant, Clytemnestra, who is keeper and turner of the images I use behind me, and who sent me some of these awesome photos that I will share below. I also would like to thank Lawrence Pierce who came to my reading and took some excellent wide-screen shots, one of which heads this post, and to Beeflin Grut whose photos also appear below. Photos capture memories, and I am so grateful to those who had a presence of mind to take some yesterday, when tears turned into belly dancing, a collective, spontaneous moment that I will always remember.