Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye “When Love Arrives came out this morning and I have already listened to it 10 times. Check it out guys, it is amazing ! Also, look up An Origin Story’ if you haven’t already. I know my last post was about Sarah Kay too, I am sorry but I am in way too deep.
So I am doing an internship over the summer, and I was bored out of my brain, right ? So I was looking at some Tedx videos because most of them are really, really good. And then I stumbled across this one titled ‘Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter’.I don’t really know what made me click the button but BOY am I glad I did.
This is one of the most inspirational videos I have seen. The eighteen and a half minutes was eighteen and a half minutes well spent. She starts of with a poem and talks about her journey as a poet and finished off with another poem and let me tell you it is absolutely insane what Sarah Kay does with her words. When she speaks her words out loud, she dances with them, and you dance along with her and by the end of the night you want to have her babies just sit down and write SOMETHING.
I also started looking at all her other videos, and that of other people and there is an amazing world out there ! Spoken word is just BRILLIANT, it does not sit on paper and pretend to be better than you it just sucks you in, into this vortex where for that amount of time, you get to be someone else.
I think this is also what inspired me to start writing again, and for those who are stuck in a rut, I highly recommend spoken word. Maybe Sarah Kay isn’t the spoken word poet who floats your boat, but I assure you, there is one out there just for you.
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.