The poem was very indignant, and mainly exaggerated, but the only spoken word poetry that I had seen up until that point was mainly indignant, so I thought that that's what was expected of me. She definitely captures the light of her poem. She tells the story of her metamorphosis -- from a wide-eyed teenager soaking in verse at New York's Bowery Poetry Club to a teacher connecting kids with the power of self-expression through Project V. You are a woman who can build it yourself. So I came up with lists.
Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him. It's not uncommon for people to feel like they're alone or that nobody understands them, but spoken word teaches that if you have the ability to express yourself and the courage to present those stories and opinions, you could be rewarded with a room full of your peers, or your community, who will listen. And despite my fear of ever being looked at for too long, I was fascinated by the idea of spoken word poetry. But Phil and I decided to reinvent Project V. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you're speaking, they aren't just waiting for their turn to talk -- they hear you.
Something about the way Sarah Kay puts together pieces makes her a highly accessible and relatable author. You are not made of metaphors. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And that is an amazing realization to have, especially when you're 14. I spent a lot of time thinking about the best way to tell this story, and I wondered if the best way was going to be a PowerPoint or a short film -- and where exactly was the beginning or the middle or the end? Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat.
The way that she can turn just about anything into a simile or metaphor and still capture the essence of the comparison is just excellent. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you're speaking, they aren't just waiting for their turn to talk -- they hear you. I still miss the taste of air, but I haven't been able to take a breath with them around every turn, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. In her second single-poem volume, Kay takes readers along a lyrical road toward empowerment, exploring the promise and complicated reality of being a woman. So if you tell me I can do the impossible, I'll probably laugh at you. They can be about whatever you want -- technology, entertainment, design, your family, what you had for breakfast.
Because he was out standing in his field. But Phil and I decided to reinvent Project V. Charlotte was very good at writing lists, but she refused to write any poems. But it turns out sometimes, poetry can be really scary. And then someone else has something the complete opposite of yours. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
This isn't my first time here. I'm so lucky that there's this archive of performances that I can share with my students. But that's what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. And always apologize when you've done something wrong, but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape.
The only rule is don't think too hard. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him. Sarah Kay also had the guts to take its stage and hold her own against performers at least a decade her senior. And actually, Phil Kaye and I coincidentally also share the same last name. So no matter that I have inhibitions to fill all my pockets, I keep trying, hoping that one day I'll write a poem I can be proud to let sit in a museum exhibit as the only proof I existed.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt. This isn't my first time here. Poetry he first beat not their classroom left poem universe This stomach. You have to grow and explore and take risks and challenge yourself. We collected them like we were trying to build an orchid. My knees still buckle every time I get on a stage. And it was here, listening to these poets share their stories, that I learned that spoken word poetry didn't have to be indignant, it could be fun or painful or serious or silly.