Spoken like a true Yalie

Last year, I found myself gripping the edge of my seat eagerly following the cadences of a fellow Yalie’s poem. Although I had never been so utterly entranced by nouns and delighted by verbs, I now found myself drawing an imaginative storyline in my mind’s eye. I stumbled on the delightful hypnotic capabilities of spoken word poetry.

And like any adoring fan, I tried many times to mimic these poetic masters’ natural style. Sometimes, I wind up with a rather clumsy poem, one that employs tacky metaphors and tactless descriptions.  But every now and then, if I’m so lucky, I get something that has only one or two cheesy lines.

 My inspiration for this blog, and for my poetry, came from those who entranced the audience: those experienced poets that plunge you headfirst into a riveting story.I’m proud to call those fellow ¡Oye! poets my friends (who despite being poetic geniuses, are also extremely nice).

And they’re always willing to rescue me from clichés (which, as I noted before, happens rather often).

Having grabbled with my notepad every Tuesday night this semester, I’m about to dive into my very first “tech-week”.  This means I’ll be spending most nights laboring over verbs and adjectives in the Saybrook Underbrook (a theater space located within Saybrook College) to prune my prose.

 It’s a little crazy; just a couple months ago, I had only planned on trying out a couple of meetings. Somehow, the group’s members convinced me to stay. And now, I’m a week away from performing my first piece.   

 As for now, I’m keep crossing my fingers hoping that my first poem is met with approving snaps.