It is all at once magical, overwhelming and also disappointing, the feelings melding into one ball that stuck like a lump inside my chest. To see them 5 feet before me, reading poems aloud, and to see that they are… Human. The masters of creations, the powerful words weaved within their brilliant writings that had the ability to evoke my tears, drive my brain into a whirlpool, have my beating heart helplessly entagled and squeezed dry for a moment in time – and to see that they are… (only?) Human
I needed to read more poetry, I decided. I had a copy of Plath’s Ariel stuffed in my SG cupboard somewhere, and at that point I chided myself for not having brought it. How nice it would be to read a poem a night, to let the words sink into my head and float around lazily just before I go to bed, so when I wake up they mash together to form a nest of meaning and I’d open my eyes, enlightened once more.
o. m. g.
Ughhhh sincerely sincerely wish I had bothered to look nicer today because IT IS NOT EVERYDAY THAT YOU GET TO MEET FAMOUS WRITERSSSSS -hyperventilates-
Because I know my sister would have loved it just as much…… sigh
And as I lay in bed that night I couldn’t stop smiling to myself because tonight, a dream has been fulfilled
notes from the session:
She knew the ending
Leaving with this: