When we see a good poetry reading, we are witnessing a writer becoming open enough to get in touch with what they’ve written, the same openness they’ve implicitly asked of the audience. It takes a risk to stand in front of people as if you have something of value to share. Let that come through and be as uncool and awkward as you need to be to get it done. The writing deserves it.
Here’s a brand new video of a poem that I am very excited about. It was filmed a few weeks ago on a rooftop in New Orleans by Travis Henri and the BalconyTV team. This poem was written for New Orleans. It was written for Lexi and Sasha and Sophia and my mother and Kaycee and Julia and Sam and so many other people that held my heart.
It was also written for you, human.
2012 was one of the most challenging years of my life. I made it. I’m here. Reading poems on rooftops.
(If you like the poem, I’d love for you to share it and ‘like' it on youtube. It would mean a whole lot to my little ol' heart.)
You cannot be a writer and have writing be anything other than the central romance of your life, which is one thing they don’t tell you about being a woman writer: it’s its own flavour of lonely. Men can get away with loving writing a little bit more than anything else. Women can’t: our partners and, eventually, our children are expected to take priority.
Laurie Penny, from her essay “I Was A Manic Pixie Dream Girl” (via poemsbydes)