The April installment of artistic hoopsman-about-town Msr. Britt Melewski’s regular poetry reading, Free Water, was an absolute barn burner, humans. I do not jest when I declare that the air crackled with literary insight and panache, such that the errant pastoral detritus littering the sidewalk outside KGB Bar – the hay and wheat chaff discarded by agrarian residents of the Lower East Side – almost burst into flames. This was a truly spectacular reading.
Free Water #6 splashed our ears with the poetic sorcery of a bevy of accomplished writers including the innovative Kelin Loe, Cave Canem fellow Safia Jama, Edward Mullany, and the astonishing Rigoberto Gonzalez. Each poet provided listeners with something unique, something profound, something incendiary. Mlle. Loe’s visceral vocabulary and Mlle. Jama’s mastery of the figurative bolstered their co-readers like a warm tide. Msr. Mullany’s post-apocalyptic story of a man and his dog brought a tear to my eye, and Msr. Gonzalez used form to his advantage, sharing poems of lovely eloquence and rhythm.
I can barely wait for the next iteration of this tremendous reading series. Don’t miss it. In fact, if I hear that you have, I will give you a wedgie unlike anything you’ve seen before. A “wedgie,” for those who are unfamiliar with this colloquialism, is an unfortunate method of punishment directed at any and all creatures wearing pants. Humble beasts such as myself are ineligible.
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