Being a teacher gives me an excuse for discovery, the reward is the learning I am involved in on a daily basis, as I seek out things for my classes.
This I found entirely by chance when I was looking for some examples of spoken poetry for my Grade 8 English class. It was a timely find because it was exactly what I needed to hear after and evening of serious doubt about the choice I had made. Even the title of this blog, the Invisible Actor, summed up how I was feeling about putting my own creative identity onto a high shelf for a new career.
For me, a good poem shouldn't just entertain, it should prod, or uplift, or anger, or change people somehow. It should change the way you think, like learning another language. Poetry is English language mastery. Poetry that shocks, inspires, humours, saddens, shifts, hounds, nags, reminds, envelops, carries and sweeps away.
Sometimes a day can just turn around, when you realise that somewhere, someone else wrote something that got under your skin.
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