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Memorize That Poem! – Molly Worthen 


In Praise of Memorizing Poetry, Badly – Robert Pinsky


By Heart – Maya Spector


The Joys (and Curious Political Implications) of Reciting Poetry – Barry Spector


Maya Angelou on Reciting Poetry:

At the age of eight, while living with her mother, Angelou was raped by her mother’s boyfriend. She told her brother, who told the rest of their family. The man was found guilty but was jailed for only one day. Four days later, he was murdered. Angelou became mute for almost five years, believing that “I thought, my voice killed him; I killed that man, because I told his name. And then I thought I would never speak again, because my voice would kill anyone…” During this period of silence she developed her extraordinary memory, her love for books and literature, and her ability to listen and observe the world around her. Angelou and her brother were sent back to their grandmother. She credits a teacher, Mrs. Bertha Flowers, with helping her speak again:

You Do Not Love Poetry

When I was about 11 and a half, she said to me one day — I used to carry a tablet around on which I wrote answers — and she asked me, “Do you love poetry?” I wrote yes…She told me, “You do not love poetry. You will never love it until you speak it. Until it comes across your tongue, through your teeth, over your lips, you will never love poetry.”…Finally, I did take a book of poetry, and I went under the house and tried to speak, and could.


On Memorizing a Poem – Max Reif


On Hearing a Poem Recited, Not Read — Christine Walker


Robert Bly on reciting poetry:


Reciting political poems at Vietnam gatherings, I experienced for the first time in my life the power of spoken or oral poetry. A briefly lasting community springs to life in front of the voice, like a flower opening — it can be a community either of excitement or of feeling. The community flowers when the poem is spoken in the ancient way—that is, with full sound, with conviction, and with the knowledge that the emotions are not private to the person speaking them.


Think it’s hard to memorize poetry? Look here.


When Someone Deeply Listens To You — John Fox


www.Poetry Out Loud.org


Without Poetry We Are Dead; With It We Die Living — Edward Curtin


Got Poetry? — Jim Holt


No One Told Me — David Whyte


A Conversation with David Whyte about Conversation


The Way that You Recite — Barry Vesser

(For Kay Crista)

The way that you recite Ellen Bass, 

Allison Luterman, Hafiz, Jewel Mathieson  

It is as if the poem possessed you,

Seduced you, leaving the page behind

Softly luxuriating in three dimensions

Like a symphony played for the first time.

It is like, you have slept with it

Taken it inside, asked it every question 

and listened to its moans

As you held each other 

and let go into the pillows together.

Like you had been married to a famous person 

For 30 years, knew all their quirks and hang ups,

How they held a phrase, made a point,

set down their coffee cup,

and what they thought of themselves,

Even the things that only 

their therapist is supposed know,

And now for the first time you are going to tell us 

in the hushed tones of spiritual revelation, 

No, show us, their full being, 

forcing us to inhabit ours.

Leaving us suspended after the last line,

In the complete cessation of self.

Between astonishment and love.

By Heart — Gail Onion

A poem recited creates community

witnessing the vision together

we sign the love letter

to the Great Mystery.

A poem learned by heart

and spoken is the laying

of a branch on the surface

of the world’s turbulent waters

for the beleaguered swimmer

and pulls her back to the resurrection

on the shore.

The poem stepping forth

from its cocoon of silence

and told

is a wild birth of truth. 

Unaccountable joy seeds

begin to sprout.

Aches and pains disappear.

We feel the courage to go on.

The poem ripens and strengthens us

and passes the Holy Grail of Hope

back to us.

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