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I changed my mind about some of what I said last night. I heard a performance poetry performance (...) that made me rethink some of my feelings about the translation between words on the page and words aloud. What I heard was definitely poetry, but I would not have been able to put it in any standard poetic form on a piece of paper. Is it reasonable to believe that somethings that are poetry aloud would be simply wonderful, beautiful, moving prose on the page?

Another related thought that's been churning in my head is the idea that choosing a tone of voice while reading a poem to yourself (mentally or aloud) is a valuable aspect of poetic experience. One that is lost when the author reads it for you.

Despite all the time today spent thinking about furniture and apartments and moving and decorating, I took steps forward. I did yoga and retrieved the journal i like to write important thoughts in. I listened to things while drawing instead of just watching CSI:NY*, and did a full page of unreferenced doodles.

Reminder: scan pages tomorrow.



* I did spend some time watching CSI:NY, and for a good deal of it talking to Draco about how outrageous it is. That was fun.