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Having spent the month of May as a poet, my mind and imagination ceaselessly filled with too many words on any given day and in frantic need of culling them to form what is deemed ‘poetry proper’, I find myself somewhat out of sorts, here, on my blog (strange, isn’t it?), away from the confines of Mayday mayhem.
I wasn’t prepared for a part ii. I didn’t think there was a part ii, until I decided to participate in last Friday’s Slam at The Cyrk. It was a something I felt compelled to do on the final eve of my 45th year in these parts. And so, I will soon be frantically writing poetry to Slam by, it appears, for the provincial finals taking place later this month. How very cool it was to perform the spoken word alongside the incredible talent I had, until Friday, only been a witness to this past year at The Cyrk! Hmm.. I have a feeling I’m sharing this with you as a way of introducing myself back to my digs..
I wasn’t prepared for a part ii. I didn’t think there was a part ii, until I decided to participate in last Friday’s Slam at The Cyrk. It was a something I felt compelled to do on the final eve of my 45th year in these parts. And so, I will soon be frantically writing poetry to Slam by, it appears, for the provincial finals taking place later this month. How very cool it was to perform the spoken word alongside the incredible talent I had, until Friday, only been a witness to this past year at The Cyrk! Hmm.. I have a feeling I’m sharing this with you as a way of introducing myself back to my digs..
Over and over, we have to go
back to the beginning.
We should not be ashamed of this.
It is good.
It’s like drinking water.
NATALIE GOLDBERG
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1 comment:
Congrats! Let us know how it goes! You've got some good stuff to pull from your May creations!
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