When home alone I occasionally attempt to read poetry out loud but can never seem to get through more than a couple lines without stumbling and bumbling. Messing up words. Coughing, choking and clearing my throat at random moments. Pausing at spots where I should keep reading and vice versa. My eyes moving faster along a page than my brain and mouth. Always something. There goes any small amount of confidence I might have had for standing before an audience on an open mic occasion.
It would lose all meaning!! Especially for the listener. It would become tedious and painful.
I guess I'll never make a living with recording books to audio. You have to have a little smoothness in your vocal delivery. I can't get through a paragraph. Sometimes back-to-back sentences is a challenge. I am lacking in finesse. I end up putting emotion and emphasis in the wrong places. When I'm reading aloud there's no chance for tears of happiness and joy when Lassie leads the rescue party to the little lost boy and girl at the bottom of a excavation shaft.
How did I ever pass reading class in my early grade school years? As I recall I used to look forward to my turn to read before the class. And I always held my own if not outperforming my classmates. I could really read a page to others back then. No one asked permission to go to the restroom when I was reading. I was a natural!! Despite my shyness. So what happened? I mean I can still read in silence without any difficulty but out loud? ..... That's become like wrestling alligators and grizzly bears.
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