Speechless

Last night I went to a performance poetry event in the Purcell Room- the finale of a three year BC project to encourage young poets in South Asia. If this were a public blog I'd put a link here to the RFH website and this Poetry International week. But as it is private I'm going to try to pull out three creative things:

1. Meeting up with old friends and colleagues - being reminded of creative things I have organised in the past. Just because my present job is so dull doesn't mean I can't be creative again in the future.

2. Watching these poets from Vietnam, Taiwan, Malaysia, the Phillippines and the UK (via Guyana in one case) was inspiring - it wasn't all brilliant but it was new. It was more about the voice than the usual poetry reading - something to think about for the thesis. A new way of helping others find their voices.

3. I found myself thinking, could I do this? should I? I quickly told myself 'no' - and threw in a sobering memory of a drama class gone badly wrong - but the idea is there. Perhaps, one day, in a different life...