on certain readings

A reconnection was necessary and I found it. The world was lost to me for a long while, so much so people began to appear as interesting and sensitive as bricks.

And then I go to a reading and draw some conclusions through experience:

I did not like the poetry as much as I loved the poets. 

Amazing, full-fleshed and open-hearted.

Standing bravely in front of me with their minds and hearts on paper and on the tips of their tongues.

I heard it all- from attempts to cover a protest, to love-sick rhymes of tears not falling in the desert, and as cliched or slapdashed it may have sounded the first time round...it was all beating real. All the microexpressions and little trebles of each voice pointed to it.

I saw Alexandra's piecing eyes, as she fought her fears to share herself with the audience. I caught every hertz of her vibration as she was struggling to continue reading, to keep her composure.

Teodora's witty poetry made me chuckle, she had used everything modern society threw at her for whatever missing purpose and digested it in her own fresh way.

Philip read to us the evolution of a heartbreak with no consideration of our opinion- so what if it's a soppy story about love and breakup?! Right? It's his. And it's sincere and heartfelt. He told us all about it and all of us were familiar with this experience, regardless of whether or not we wanted to hear them as poetry once more. We knew the feeling.

Then along came Vanda- such a twitching mess of insecurity and childish glimpses under pale lashes. The stories weaved past into present, creating a full map of the hopes and wishes of a charmingly fragile, but persistent human being. The world she inhabits is not that of grown people, carrying a brief case so they keep a spare frown in it. In her mind, the sea loves her and her grandfather lives in the accordion she will never bring to the capital, lest her granny feels lonely without her man.

And this is what I liked, the honesty and bareness of the experience and it was tremendously inspiring. I loved people a little more afterwards. I remembered the good things about them and what we had in common. 

It was much needed and much appreciated.

Thank you for sharing.