1.23.2010
1.22.2010
1.21.2010
1.20.2010
Project Poetry, Day XIII
And here's the video for my previously posted piece that I wrote - "When I First Learned The Truth" by Gregg Beckett. I hope you enjoy it.
A Note about Project Poetry, Day XIII
Today, I'm going to do a reading of one of my own works. Figured I'd post it here first if you just want to read it and not sit through the video.
"When I First Learned The Truth"
When I first learned the truth,
I wasn't really sure how to react.
For sixteen years (give or take a lifetime),
I'd been completely unaware of my surroundings,
like a blind man trapped in a room of all-pervasive light.
Tears of joy stain the pages of this unbound book containing all the thoughts that I will never have.
Their impact is deafening,
shattering what remains of my already strained psyche.
For the first time, in a long time,
I see things for how they truly are.
With the reverent awe of a new-born child, I simply smile, and shake my head.
From the macro to the micro,
from the fleeting to the eternal,
all is one, and one is all.
My hair,
your skin,
our saccharine sweet sweat flowing down our intricately entwined bodies on to the freshly installed carpet.
These sensations are all new to me, vivid, and surreal.
I am finally alive.
Simply put,
When all is said, and all is done,
we are all, and we are none.
-Gregg E. Beckett, 2010
"When I First Learned The Truth"
When I first learned the truth,
I wasn't really sure how to react.
For sixteen years (give or take a lifetime),
I'd been completely unaware of my surroundings,
like a blind man trapped in a room of all-pervasive light.
Tears of joy stain the pages of this unbound book containing all the thoughts that I will never have.
Their impact is deafening,
shattering what remains of my already strained psyche.
For the first time, in a long time,
I see things for how they truly are.
With the reverent awe of a new-born child, I simply smile, and shake my head.
From the macro to the micro,
from the fleeting to the eternal,
all is one, and one is all.
My hair,
your skin,
our saccharine sweet sweat flowing down our intricately entwined bodies on to the freshly installed carpet.
These sensations are all new to me, vivid, and surreal.
I am finally alive.
Simply put,
When all is said, and all is done,
we are all, and we are none.
-Gregg E. Beckett, 2010
1.19.2010
Snowblind
The crisp, white snow blankets everything, creating an illusion of a mask. It's not really hiding anything, but for a brief moment we can pretend that all of our worries have gone away - that we have a blank slate to work with, to start anew.
But like any blank slate, it only remains clean and pure for so long, until it is sullied and changed. Just like the grime and muck that eventually permeate their way into the virgin snow, reality begins to seep in and remind us not necessarily of why we are here, but that we ARE here.
The illusion is shattered, and all is as it was.
But like any blank slate, it only remains clean and pure for so long, until it is sullied and changed. Just like the grime and muck that eventually permeate their way into the virgin snow, reality begins to seep in and remind us not necessarily of why we are here, but that we ARE here.
The illusion is shattered, and all is as it was.
1.18.2010
Project Poetry, Day XI
"The Letter S" by Steven Ward.
I will one day start regularly updating this site rather than just uploading these videos...one day...
I will one day start regularly updating this site rather than just uploading these videos...one day...
1.16.2010
Project Poetry, Day IX
I need to stop forgetting to post these here. Here's Thursday's entry, "Our journey had advanced" by Emily Dickinson.
1.14.2010
Project Poetry, Day VIII
From yesterday: "On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations" by Robert Frost.
1.12.2010
Project Poetry, Day VII
And today we have "King of the River" by Stanley Kunitz.
Enjoy! Don't forget to send in your requests!
1.09.2010
Die Zauberflöte!
Project Poetry will return on Monday! Weekends are going to be reserved for long readings. On another note, saw one of the HD simulcasts (Strauss' Der Rosenkavalier) from the Met today at the Collins Center in Orono, ME. Not the Met, but still pretty fucking spiffy. Hiking Sunkhaze early in the morning in the let's see...3 degree weather. Should still be fun though.
Later.
1.08.2010
1.07.2010
Project Poetry, Day IV
"IN A STATION OF THE METRO" by Ezra Pound.
I always really enjoyed this poem. Thought you might too.
1.06.2010
A Haiku for you
Just felt like posting this here:
Bird may catch no worm - but worry not, dear reader, he has the food stamps.
- G.E. Beckett
Re-take on Day III of Project Poetry
After a marked lack of zazz in the last video I decided to re-record. Not 100% sure why I have such a ridiculous accent, but hey, whatever works.
1.05.2010
1.04.2010
Project Poetry
Hey all. I'm starting something called Project Poetry where I do a reading of at least one poem a day, indefinitely. Requests are more than welcome.
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