Last Night, I Read My Poetry At A Symposium For The First Time.
Although, my first book “You Don’t Know Me”, was published almost five years ago,last night was the first time I read my poetry to an audience. A few weeks ago, during a heterosexualities lecture, the professor said there will be a symposium on campus and the deadline to submit was on February 5th 2010.
The word “symposium” originated from ancient Greece and the word means a “drinking party”. Now in the modern era, academics, scholars, and artists, talk about their research and work to an audience.
I remember the cognitive behavioral therapy sessions group therapy from last fall and I told myself I have to do this. I want to be a successful poet and artist I realize I got to “get out there” and learn to perform in front of people. I can’t just submit poetry to magazines and get published.
Last night, I conducted a presentation and read some poems to an audience.
My discussion was about the importance of confessional poetry. I write confessional poetry in the tradition of Anne Sexton and Syliva Plath.
I explained to the audience that I can’t just “write” a poem on the spot. My poetry emerges from my life experiences I have to “feel something” in order to write a poem.
Of course, I was a little bit nervous about reading my poems to an audience but I just told myself to try my best. I read five poems and I feel good. After the symposium, I even got a certificate for presenting at the symposium!