Q: What do these three events have in common:
Monday's taping of the TV comedy "This Hour Has 22 Minutes";
Tuesday's alumni event for my alma mater, Trent University, and
Wednesday's "Open Mike" and "Poetry Slam" ?
A: Words, words, words.
The TV show demonstrated the cleverness of language, expressed through humour, for entertainment purposes.
The alumni get-together was a wonderful opportunity to chat with friends, old and new.
Words entertained. Words brought laughter. Words made connections with other people.
Never having attended a poetry "open mike", I wasn't sure what to expect. I certainly wasn't prepared to be blown away by mere words.
But at the "Poetry Slam", words were exciting and challenging.
Stumbling, bumbling and flying.
Clever puns and rhymes
told bitter tales of abuse.
Ideas jumbling and tumbling.
Concepts, blending and twisting,
fighting each other to be a central point.
I sat. Trying to follow jumping thoughts.
Fingers snapped in approval.
A two minute poem left me breathless
as I tried to follow thoughts.
Straining to catch each sing-song word.
Words speaking of torments,
that I have never known.
Dancing words, that makes rap seem like child's play
Words of importance,
expressing pain and love.
Brilliant jumping trains of thought,
waiting for me at the station.
It was as if the speaker was running ahead of me, throwing words over her shoulder. Breathless and excited, I run behind, catching what I can. Something special is happening that I can't quite understand.
Just a couple of days ago, I struggled to find words for a blog post. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed by the importance of communication.