Poetry

    My buddy told me a bit ago that one of his high school English teachers always said that "one cannot fully experience or divine every meaning from just reading it in the mind's quiet" and for some reason though my own English teacher implored upon me such a theory as well, it never quite honestly clicked. Not until I'm sitting here now, having been to a true poetry reading now and seen all the spoken words and what have you that I've seen, that I finally get it. The poems I've even just now completed, when read, I feel must be read and spoken out just right. In my voice, in my patience, in my own natural cadence. Only then will the poems feel like they are given the life force and emotion they seek to kindle in others. It's weird how for the first time, in this oddly cathartic moment that I can now read and hear in my own mind my voice and not those which I fabricate.

    How neat is that!?!