These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Friday, July 24, 2009

the arts

it was a day full of artistic expression. a bit emotional and a bit wonderous.

i attended latin american poetry nite at a local coffee shop tonite. people crammed in to hear about six or seven people read their poems. the poems were in spanish and english. it amazed me at the beauty of the words and richness of images. i love poetry read in spanish. the words roll out of people's mouths and seem to float in the air, hanging there, before slipping away into one's ears for processing.

great stuff from talented latinos in our community.

later, i came home to watch "so you think you can dance" with dawn. i'd missed one of the dances from the previous night where there was a theme of breast cancer. it was beautifully danced and moved everyone. it had the judges in tears (nigel included).

i love the way the arts pull you in, whether it's a poem or dance, or a song, a book, and emotions pour out of them and into you. it affects so much. sometimes you just have to let it take you, succomb to it. don't fight it.


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