TheBanyanTree: When I read

[Theta]

Sometimes poetry that makes no sense to you, the author, speaks the 
loudest to the people who hear it.  Good for you, getting up there and 
sharing your words!  We'd like to hear them, too, but since we don't yet 
have a voice function, will you share the written word with us?

Theta

On 2/16/2012 3:53 AM, dseaman77 at gmail.com wrote:
> I think I will do okay. But about halfway through the anxiety sets in and becomes apparent in my voice. I can't see the crowd. Just the lights shining in my eyes, and the microphone. I step up. There is no way to monitor the sound so I just speak in good faith. Hope that I am being heard cause I sure as hell cannot project worth a damn.
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> My throat tightens up, like I said, about halfway through. It was the same thing in communications class. Whenever it was my turn to speak I would start strong but at around the halfway point my throat would dry up and my voice got all wonky.
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> Luckily I have the copy of the poem in front of me. A smarter person would be able to recite from memory. A smarter person would have a bottle of water with them on stage. But I read. Hide my eyes in the words. Wonder why the hell I even wrote them. What does this mean anyways? I think I just string words together that sound good but then when I read them it just sounds like gobbledygook spewing from my mouth.
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> But then it is over and the people clap. The applause is loud even though perhaps forced a little, out of kindness for the bell shaped old fart with his grey whiskers and goofy hat. And poetry that makes no sense.
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