Zoe Brooks and Clare Pollard in Stroud on Wednesday, between them made an engaging evening’s recital. Host Adam was right, they complimented each other.
Two
generations of women: Zoe with a conjuring up of the works of hands, and the vivid, alarming
mood swings of Punch, Clare with an incisive creativity sharing the love and hardship
of a woman’s lot. Was it her blood
in the snow, or Zoe’s? I can’t remember.
Plumped down on the comfy seat before the stage – a step for the performers would have been a kindness – I was well-placed to enjoy the presentation, and well-reminded of the purpose of a poetry recital, it's sharing of thought and perspective.
Too much apart, I am looking forward to seeing more poetry in action. As SubVerse was so refreshing I’d say good poetry in particular - the evening swam by - but any like event is usually time well spent, like an hour in a gallery. But what a good crowd the poets are.
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