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Tonight (7-9pm), I took part in an on campus poetry reading, that was in celebration of April being Poetry Month... it was really fun ^__^.
For some reason, even though there was a MICROPHONE (ahhh~h, the thought of my voice ringing around in the coffee shop is so weird XD), I didn't really feel nervous at all. I just... read, because I know there was no one better who could portray these words I'd written to all these people. It was a strange feeling of calmness XD. *is usually a headcase when having to read in front of groups*
There was a really good turnout, actually... at least 30 people, I'd say. Last time I participated in a poetry reading, there were MAYBE 10 people, if not less XD.
At first I read 2 poems by Frank O'Hara ("As Planned" and "Why I Am Not A Painter"), and then I read 2 of my own poems right after that ("Paper Airplanes," "Cologne," "Red," "Grandmother," and an imitation of Frank O'Hara's "Morning" that I wrote). When I was reading "Cologne" I had to stop several times, just because the crowd kept on bursting out into laughter. Especially when I mentioned Laura Bush, for some reason XD. It made me feel really good.
After the show, I got cornered by like 5 or 6 people, and was told how much they enjoyed my poetry. My friend Richard (we are bound by our mutual adoration for Frank O'Hara XD) even told me that I have a Frank O'Hara quality to some of my poems. *stomps on her ego, to keep it from puffing up too much* But it's SO NICE, just to know that this voice inside of me is saying things that people can relate to, and enjoy hearing. I could cry, just knowing that there's an audience for even my crazy ramblings ;~; <3.
It's been awhile since I've made an attempt at writing poetry earnestly, but I feel like I could try again sometime. And this time around, it'll be for myself, and not for some class. Yosh ^_^.
For some reason, even though there was a MICROPHONE (ahhh~h, the thought of my voice ringing around in the coffee shop is so weird XD), I didn't really feel nervous at all. I just... read, because I know there was no one better who could portray these words I'd written to all these people. It was a strange feeling of calmness XD. *is usually a headcase when having to read in front of groups*
There was a really good turnout, actually... at least 30 people, I'd say. Last time I participated in a poetry reading, there were MAYBE 10 people, if not less XD.
At first I read 2 poems by Frank O'Hara ("As Planned" and "Why I Am Not A Painter"), and then I read 2 of my own poems right after that ("Paper Airplanes," "Cologne," "Red," "Grandmother," and an imitation of Frank O'Hara's "Morning" that I wrote). When I was reading "Cologne" I had to stop several times, just because the crowd kept on bursting out into laughter. Especially when I mentioned Laura Bush, for some reason XD. It made me feel really good.
After the show, I got cornered by like 5 or 6 people, and was told how much they enjoyed my poetry. My friend Richard (we are bound by our mutual adoration for Frank O'Hara XD) even told me that I have a Frank O'Hara quality to some of my poems. *stomps on her ego, to keep it from puffing up too much* But it's SO NICE, just to know that this voice inside of me is saying things that people can relate to, and enjoy hearing. I could cry, just knowing that there's an audience for even my crazy ramblings ;~; <3.
It's been awhile since I've made an attempt at writing poetry earnestly, but I feel like I could try again sometime. And this time around, it'll be for myself, and not for some class. Yosh ^_^.
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