Sunday, October 31, 2010

Kate Greenstreet on the tiniest feckles of rain

I have blogged about Greenstreet on several occasions which you can find here. Things get complicated with Greenstreet. Her poems lay flat, then suddenly do a 360, as if the poet has seen her tail out of the corner of the poem and can't resist. Of course why resist the flicker of one's own thought? The days pass with minute flickers of hope. Best leap on them. I offer you one of her videos with her distinct voice and reading style.
the giant from Kate Greenstreet on Vimeo.

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