I usually ascribe myself to the belief that nothing is embarassing unless you choose to be embarrassed, but there's something about poetry that is... tinged with embarassment. Nothing is more vulnerable than poetry. To read someone's own poetry, or hear them read/recite it aloud... Very little else leaves me with greater secondhand embarrassment. I fight the urge to cover my ears, to cringe, to leave the room entirely.
Anyway. I really enjoyed this. Loved the casual use of the word "dyke" 😊 My friends don't like the word at all, but I do. They think it sounds ugly, but I think it sounds absolutely beautiful.
I usually ascribe myself to the belief that nothing is embarassing unless you choose to be embarrassed, but there's something about poetry that is... tinged with embarassment. Nothing is more vulnerable than poetry. To read someone's own poetry, or hear them read/recite it aloud... Very little else leaves me with greater secondhand embarrassment. I fight the urge to cover my ears, to cringe, to leave the room entirely.
Anyway. I really enjoyed this. Loved the casual use of the word "dyke" 😊 My friends don't like the word at all, but I do. They think it sounds ugly, but I think it sounds absolutely beautiful.
