Making a Change

Recently, I’ve been inspired again by poetry and, most specifically, slam poetry.  I majored in literature in college, a fiction writing career as my goal (adding playwriting onto that later on), but took an incredible amount of poetry classes in my four years.  Whether is was writing poetry, or studying the poetry of a certain poet such as Emily Dickinson (LOVE her), poetry took over a large part of my academic life.  The poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot was one of the most influential pieces of writing in my life, something that really made me want to be a writer in the first place (thus the name of this blog).  But I have never considered myself a poet.

But poetry is becoming prominent in my vision again (thus my hours on YouTube watching slam poets).  Slam/performance poetry specifically is affecting me because of its obvious connection with theater (which is something that has taken over my life over the past three years).  Particularly it’s my love of monologues that is the real connection there.  I love writing, reading and performing them, and slam poetry has this beautiful blend of politics, humor, emotion, poetic language, personal monologue and passion.

And its that last thing that really hooks me.  Passion.  The day to day routine, an overwhelming schedule and little sleep numbs your life, drains it of the passion you need to really live.  I find myself there a lot, particularly over the past few months, when I’ve felt trapped in my routine, trapped in the way I can’t seem to say no, trapped in the search for money.  Passions, emotions, causes, opinions can be easily swallowed under day-to-day tasks and the little annoyances of living.

Poetry reminds me that I need to make a change – that I need to find my focus, my drive, my passion again.  It’s not that I’ve lost it – but obligations get in the way.  And the problem is…I let them.

Poetry is one of my oldest friends, and I’m glad we’ve found each other again.  Maybe I’ll even write a performance poem…I can feel one bubbling up inside me right now.

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