9/9 直播 | 口述詩 Spoken Word Poetry
甚麼是口述詩？來認識 Sarah Kay
“Spoken word refers to an oral poetic performance art that is based mainly on the poem as well as the performer's aesthetic qualities.” -Wikipedia（口述詩是指以詩和表演者自身美感為主的口頭表演藝術。）
上週六的YT直播遇到技術上問題，感謝 Angela、Hana、Gooday 還有其他不放棄的學員！I appreciate your support. You know who you are! 這次的內容我分享了從大學開始迷上的口述詩，一種親民的口說朗誦藝術，打破文學既有的傳統形象，當初我會用這種方法訓練自己的英文口說流暢度。這篇換日線的文章寫道：「口述詩是一種與傳統文學框架不同的藝術，這樣平易近人的藝術，我認為它很親切、很美。」文中也介紹紐約的一種「尬詩」文化，有點像街頭嘻哈饒舌的比賽 but with poetry。
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直播中我朗讀了兩首來自Sarah Kay 的詩，第一首有趣味的情書叫《Love Letter from Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire》（牙刷給腳踏車輪胎的情書），第二首為《If I Should Have A Daughter》 （如果我有個女兒），第二篇我讀了數十遍也當過教材，十年前讀的心得到現在雖有改變卻毫無失色，顯示了這首詩經典的特質。用字平易近人，有押韻、譬喻、擬人等文學元素，但最迷人的是表演者本身的聲音和抑揚頓挫（inflection），是相當有說服力的說故事方法。以下除了閱讀還可以欣賞 Sarah Kay 的影片，希望大家會喜歡！
Poetry, poem, poet, poetic
Poetry (n) 詩的文學種類，不可數名詞。e.g. I am into poetry, not fictional novels.
Poem (n) 一首詩，可數名詞。 e.g. In her heyday, she wrote 200 poems in a year.
Poet (n) 詩人，可數名詞。e.g. This poetry club has about 50 poets.
Poetic (adj) 詩意的。e.g. The lyrics of the song is very poetic.
《Love Letter from Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire》
They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life, that you would drag me through the mud. They said that you would tread all over me, that they could see right through you, that you were full of hot air, that I would always be chasing, always watching you disappear after sleeker models, that it would be a vicious cycle. But I know better. I know about your rough edges and I have seen your perfect curves, and I will fit into any spaces you let me. If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime, I will leave this porcelain home behind. I’m used to twice a day relationships, but with you, I’ll take all the time. And I know, we live in different world and we’re always really busy. But in my dreams, you spin around me so fast I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you’ll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me. And when I blink my eyes into the morning, your smile will be the only thing I see.
《If I Should Have A Daughter》
Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.” But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naïve but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
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