Projecting on Poetry

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Maybe I am projecting. Maybe the thought ‘poems’ elicits the sound of birds chirping on a cool breezy day while strolling by the waterside. NO. Firstly, let’s presume there are two types of people in the world: those who read poetry and those who don’t. Very few are occasional readers. I’d wager, listening to music is how 90% of the population consumes poetry. Yet, if these listeners were asked to read poetry, there’d be reluctance and discomfort. Why? Because reading, or worse! reciting poetry, is fraught with an over romanticized, snobbish, intellectual pomposity; or simply, it’s perceived as boring and unapproachable because we have no freakin idea what the writer is really trying to say. Of all forms of writing, … Read More

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Recording Existence

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I’ve been journaling since I was 12. I do vaguely recall a gift years prior of a proper ‘diary’ : dark leather, gold embossed, with a lock and tiny accompanying key. When I was gifted it, I was too young: to stay with one thought, to have a worthy secret, to have anything genuinely interesting to say. Is it hormones that first lend to privacy? Probably, yes. We are the only animals which can stay attached to a memory. But why do we choose to keep them? Some of us hoard every ticket stub and momento, awards, certificates, cards…then there are those that live out of a backpack. We now have the capability to store our DNA, our daily workouts, … Read More

BrockaRecording Existence