"Far and few, far and few Are the lands where the Jumblies live..."
"Their heads are green, their hands are blue and they went to sea in a sieve."
The first poem I ever remember hearing read aloud was "The Highwayman" - still one of my favorites (and read by my mother). I was encouraged to read poetry, there were books in my bedroom.
But you know, after I had to MEMORIZE *Old Ironsides* the charm wore off for awhile. I read a translation of Beowulf, because I thought I should, and ended up falling in love all over again. I'd love to hear it 'spoken'.
Performance poetry is dangerous. Strange things happen at Poetry slams, they aren't near as much fun as open mic nights.
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Date: 2005-01-04 09:16 am (UTC)"Their heads are green, their hands are blue
and they went to sea in a sieve."
The first poem I ever remember hearing read aloud was "The Highwayman" - still one of my favorites (and read by my mother). I was encouraged to read poetry, there were books in my bedroom.
But you know, after I had to MEMORIZE *Old Ironsides* the charm wore off for awhile. I read a translation of Beowulf, because I thought I should, and ended up falling in love all over again. I'd love to hear it 'spoken'.
Performance poetry is dangerous. Strange things happen at Poetry slams, they aren't near as much fun as open mic nights.