Why There Are Words Reading (Video)
Video from reading in November, 2014, at Why There Are Words in Sausalito. Such a fun evening! (The whole thing only runs 9 minutes, so enjoy!)
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Ruth, One of your best readings. I liked the pace which created space for the audience to savor a poem heard for the first time. And of course the poems which on rereading and rehearing only gain in emotional appeal and music.
and you couldn’t hear!
Judy
What a joy to see and hear you read, Ruth! I am one of your biggest fans! Thank you for posting this.
Lovely to hear a poet who reads so well her brilliant compositions!