"Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound." Jodi Picoult, 'My Sister's Keeper' 365 days. 12 months. Spoken-word poetry. Each month a new theme, and each month poems that fit under it, whether they correspond closely or are a broader interpretation. So, this is another project. (I'm still hoping that it won't evolve into one of those projects that spiral into nothingness and just serve to make me feel guilty.) but it probably won't. Because I really like this. And, yeah, I've realized, spoken word on paper. It's a bit contradictory, but spoken word isn't always performance—it's an art form. (as explained in the next page). So it still does make logical sense—albeit a little—plus my voice is crappy and has a habit of devaluing whatever is spoken through it. Thus, I write silent spoken word. Silence with a sound, no?
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