Humans of the MET: Michael Hacker

MET violist Katherine Anderson interviews Michael Hacker and learns about his love of writing poetry.  Mike is a stagehand at the MET.

photo credit, Stephanie Mortimore

photo credit, Stephanie Mortimore

KA:  What is something we may not know about you?

MH:  I love writing poetry!

KA:  Wow, when did that start?

MH:  My love of poetry first started in high school, then in college I wrote a little bit.  But it wasn't until I first came to this job here at the Met that I began writing a lot of poetry.

KA:  What are some of your inspirations for writing?

MH:  Watching and listening to the orchestra and the opera inspire me.  My other inspiration for my poetry is how I view the journey.  So it really depends what's going on around me. 

A few years ago, when my father-in-law died, everyone was doing something.  I needed something to do so I went and wrote a poem to him.  Emotionally speaking, I couldn't read it at the wake; my wife read it. 

I've  found that writing poetry helps me deal with reality and keeps me grounded.  I've only recently felt confident enough in myself to let someone read my stuff.  Really what you're doing is laying out your heart on your sleeve.

KA:  You have a big heart Mike!


excerpt of a poem by Mike Hacker

Not a bit of light pervades the darkened room

It is almost eerie like waiting for the intended doom,

But alas there appears a swath of white light,

And a hundred people are all there sitting in plain sight.

Then with the raising of a baton the hall is suddenly filled with an incredible sound,

As the hundred begin to play and most certainly astound.

Each individual playing their part,

Focusing on his or her score right from the start,

Smiles appear across some of the faces,

As they are slowly caught up in the music as it fills in all the right places,

To a crescendo they finally arrive,

Oh what a feeling I can only surmise.