Poetry In Music: The Poets (2nd reading)

In this clip we feature the Poets L.L. Barkat and Maxidus as they present their work in the 2nd reading.

"Poetry In Music" was held on the night of the 17th of September, 2010.

Poetry In Music: The Poets (1st reading)

There is power in a single spoken word. Music is also a power that moves the soul. "Poetry In Music" is poetry in motion to music and the marriage between the two.

Singer/Songwriters Brooke Campbell and Jason Harrod were joined by poets L.L Barkat & Maxidus to present this unique approach of words and song to New York City at the Bowery Poetry Club. This special evening was presented by Zoae Arts!

From out of chaos and anticipation, words are spoken. Silence... Poetry alone is given in its rawest and purest form. As the poems continue and the poets alternate turns, music emerges! Musicians from the first performer's band began weaving into the words with improvisation of what the poet presented, interacting with and reacting to words. As the poets interchange, musicians will one by one add to the setting until all is filled with full sounds and words. In this clip we feature the Poets L.L. Barkat and Maxidus as they present their work in the 1st reading.

"Poetry In Music" was held on the night of the 17th of September, 2010.

wealthy.

If dreams be all I have and love, then I am truly rich.
Can they be held within these arms of mine?
Or will I sink in quicksand, or rot within the ditch?
Awaiting for that outstretched hand, or a saving vine.
A line is all I ask of you, I feel our dream has died
And living only as I sleep, then death will be my wake.
My cries! My cries all but ignored, though weary I have tried
Am I alone? Can no one see and lay a hand to take?
In stillness I recall a time when heaven fell on earth
And in these arms and with these lips, love sealed within My Kiss
Now with these eyes I wait to see me rise up from this hell
A dream that just will not let go. The dream that you will miss!

As one who seeks some treasure, now holds to something new;
The dream in me is yet alive, though it has died in you.