Oh my yes. This exactly is the reason I pretend is why I don't Read.
When I was an art student we did a series of works in response to a poem we were given by a poet on hand and faculty member. The poem was excellent. I let words of it, literally, float through my works. For the artist's statement, I wrote a bit of a thing that was a sort of poem. At the critique the poet herself was there and the teacher of the class asked her to read my statement when I got all phobic and would not. I wanted to be honored that she---a bona fide-- was reading my words, but she delivered it with such poet voice that I hated the both of us beyond measure.
Reading for an audience should be terrifying(at least, I greatly enjoy the terror of artists, the frightened ones do the best work) I imagine taking a ritualized approach can alleviate some anxiety, and thus a tradition is born?
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Date: 2019-05-11 09:55 pm (UTC)From:When I was an art student we did a series of works in response to a poem we were given by a poet on hand and faculty member. The poem was excellent. I let words of it, literally, float through my works. For the artist's statement, I wrote a bit of a thing that was a sort of poem. At the critique the poet herself was there and the teacher of the class asked her to read my statement when I got all phobic and would not. I wanted to be honored that she---a bona fide-- was reading my words, but she delivered it with such poet voice that I hated the both of us beyond measure.
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