Wandered into a poetry reading tonight at the downtown bookstore. The first where I intentionally stopped and listened for the duration. It definitely won't be my last. A local doctor who writes more than prescriptions. There was maybe fifteen people there in the audience but a wide range of ages represented. I very much enjoyed the time, captured by the authors spoken delivery of his written words. It helps with feeling the intent behind the words.
It also helped me realize that not everything has to make sense to me. It's his story, his thoughts. He used the words that meant something to him. He doesn't have to explain it and I don't need to understand every useage and combination of words. I can still form a visual of what I'm hearing without understanding its origin.
After the reading, people in the audience stood up and read their own works. Now that would be sheer terror. But with time, I'm hoping to downgrade that reaction.
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