Tuesday, April 16th, 2013
Welcome to Collaborative Digital Poetry [Amateur] Night, featuring Blaire Blogs die-hard fans (Dad, that’s you!), occasional readers, and random passersby. This post will be especially eye-opening if I only get three responses, so please, save my ego: tell your friends. (Thanks Jordan and Matt, as always, for the shameless twitter promotion.)
Recently, I have been engaging in an ongoing debate with my favourite red wine philosopher about which we seek out more often: to be seen or heard (or, if they are, in fact, manifestations of the exact same thing which embody deeper human urges presented differently in each individual…but I won’t get into it). Today—in celebration of National Poetry Month—I’m fusing them together with a digital poetry experiment.
Make a one-statement case for/about being seen or heard, and we’ll make one relentless collaborative poem out of it. Do not be afraid to contribute more than once; I like my poets greedy for airtime. Express yourselves!
by: Blaire, Matthew, Carly, John, SB, Brenna, Lorna, Carrie, BH, PjM
To hear me is to see inside my dwelling place.
To hear me is to see the things I want you to.
Listen to what I’m telling through my movements and my clothes.
But hear me when you listen, even through my lows.
It’s seeing the options in front of me, yet hearing me out.
Hear me to see me in my truest form.
Look and see, listen and hear … and discover what I’m ALL about!
To hear me is to see the chaos inside me.
Now see what I am showing with the words tumbling out of my mouth.
I hear the grumblings, I see the look, but listening closely is all it took.
Likewise the heard carries the unheard unseen.
Even though I scream thoughts, the loudness disappears.
Seeing what’s in front of you, listen, without saying a word.
The silence confronted, I continue to move through.
Because the ear is the eye of language.
And the eye is the ear of sound.
Seeing me is hearing what I did not say.