3.15.2010
A poet was born in screaming.
As we created new paths in our minds,
Some extended down to our hearts.
We were seized by the thoughtful beating.
We were seized by a great feeling.
And then we were given a way to deal with this new place.
The place where adrenaline escapes from your eyes.
Where suddenly life is at midday.
We stood on our desks.
We passed our fingers over ceiling tiles.
We got into our best animal stance,
And yelled out the poetic beating.
Yawping on high.
We were maniacs for a second.
For just that moment, we were in all seriousness... SILLY.
We discovered release.
And we shared it.
We discovered yearning.
And it brought us to our passions.
We discovered barbarism.
And it brought us to peace and meaning.
We discovered what it means to be poets.
And it made us human.
We are now, more than ever.
And we will ever be more than we are now.
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Brittany... this is breathtaking. Those last two lines I am reading over and over, making sure they sink in. Have you seen the movie Garden State? This reminded me of that, for some reason.. not sure why. When everyone's back, let's have discussions in the grass, at Next, where ever. We'll bring our journals and our spirits and celebrate now.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen Garden State. It's rated R. Merrr. Great idea about bringing our journals to a discussion. Really great. That's perfect. I learn so much talking to you guys. It makes sense to write it out.
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