So, back in the Autumn, I got all excited about poetry again and then a few people recorded a bunch of poems and made a little collection. It was a lot of fun.
And (for me anyway) the poetry reading hasn’t gone away. It’s off and on, but I’ve been reading more and looking out for more to listen to. I recently picked up Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, having read bits of it somewhere eel and realised that the only Whitman I knew was O Captain, my Captain, from Dead Poets Society.
Because I know how to have a good time, I spent a Saturday evening a few weeks ago, on my sofa, reading Leaves of Grass out loud. Because rhythms. I mean, my small London flat isn’t the woods of Appalachia, but Whitman survives. And so do I: reading poetry out loud turns out to be a soothing process, and I needed some soothing at the time.
When I mentioned this on twitter, my friend @RachClements suggested that we should do some more recordings – which I am very much up for.
So here is the plan:
(i) recording more poetry for the internet
(ii) picking a longish poem or collection and splitting it up between whoever is interested.
I’m nominating the weekend of 22 – 23 March for Poetry Reading Weekend, which will make it six months since the last one (biannual, see).
Vote in comments or tweet at me, I’ll divvy it up between whoever wants to record. It’s really really easy and thoroughly enjoyable.