Reading: Slow Sleepwalk into Armageddon #poetry #dVerse

Below you will find a video of me reading ‘Slow Sleepwalk into Armageddon.’ This is the opening poem from The Anthropocene Hymnal, and it expresses my frustration at our apparent inability to see the havoc we are wreaking on our home planet. It is becoming harder and harder to sleepwalk, however, with catastrophic climate events recurring with a frightening regularity.

Anthropocene Hymnal
Due for release on Saturday, and available for pre-order on Kindle now!

I am sharing this poem with dVerse Open Link Night. Tonight it’s the live edition, hosted by Sanaa. You are invited to join in and read a poem of your own. The bar opens at 3pm EST, and the link to the live event will be posted on the dVerse site. I hope to see you there! Please also check out my son Benji’s post: in which he reads his first ever published poem!

Image by sippakorn yamkasikorn from Pixabay

62 thoughts on “Reading: Slow Sleepwalk into Armageddon #poetry #dVerse

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  1. “Like dying flames of a once wild romance . . .”
    I truly loved hearing the wistfulness in your beautiful voice, Ingrid, during your reading of this poem. A fitting beginning to this book I am more anxious than before to experience. πŸ™‚

  2. Ingrid, this is such a beautiful and tragic piece. I could hear the emotion in your voice, the prosody in reading each line. I love when you describe how upsetting this is around the world and how people are completely oblivious as to how we even got to this point. We are sleepwalking indeed. Loved how you read the title line at the end, it holds so much power and weight, it was a great closer to this poem. It just puts you in the right headspace for “The Anthropocene Hymnal.” I am excited to grab a copy, the 24th can’t come fast enough!

    1. Thank you Lucy: I do feel quite emotional about it, especially when I think of my children, and all the children of earth. We have to fight for their future!

  3. You read it well. There is a passivity to this sleepwalk, much like the gait of those heading for the execution chamber (“dead man walking!” the other prisoners cry) and the ponderous blinks of the frog boilling in a pot.

  4. We are the serpent eating its own tail, defecating where we sleep and eat, shooting ourselves in the foot and crotch. We are the lemmings at full gallop, the bats in a frenzy of lethal murmuration. Your voice is clarion, and your point is well beyond taken.

  5. Congratulations on the book. Bravo you!
    I often feel like yelling out, “Can’t you see what is happening?” But I don’t think that is an effective approach. Poetry can reach through walls that facts cannot. I appreciate that you are speaking out. Each of us can only do what we know how to do.
    Sending you wishes for peace,

  6. Mindbending work, Ingrid, and wonderfully delivered at the OLN Live. We’re on that precipice and have no idea just how close to vanishment we are.

    Looking forward to my copy of the full volume. Thanks.

  7. My favorite from the Anthropocence Hymnal, Ingrid! πŸ’ Congratulations on its release (in advance)

  8. Wow Ingrid that was a powerful poem so descriptive of this hell.
    Love hearing your words in poetry and you are looking mighty striking and beautiful I must say…πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’– Beautiful both you and your poem.. πŸ’–

  9. Ingrid, I am so delighted to see you share your words. As I mentioned on your IG page, this is a brilliant and well-crafted poem. I am excited to get my copy! πŸ‘πŸΌ

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