Monday, January 17, 2011

Honest Lyrics, Part Two: Naked on Stage

And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
'cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
and I know that you'll use them however you want to.
--Anna Nalik, "Breathe"

My words are my therapy, my outlet, my world, my hope, and my life. What you read is my soul typed up, printed out, and bound neatly for your viewing experience. Even those pieces that I write that are inspired by others' art are not the souls of other poured onto the page. I have no access to the souls of others. Instead, I use what others provide to trigger memories, emotions, and concepts of my own, that are wholly my own, and put those down on the page.

I stand in front of you, fully vulnerable, when you read my words. In too few other industries is the artist and creator so naked and helpless to his audience. What I think and feel, I write and you read. There are few enough degrees of separation that you might as well be in my head, feeling what I feel, knowing such pain and sorrow, happiness, despair, delight, satisfaction, honor, and regret. Reading such emotions is akin to making love, feeling my breath and heartbeat beyond simply hearing it, measuring my responses mingling with my own...

This is why I encourage others to respond in kind. Read what I give of myself and turn and create something of your own, and share it with me. One of the greatest compliments you can give an artist is to show them how much you have been affected by their creations, touched to the soul by their expressions.

Just as I expose myself to my audience, I am never more paid for my efforts than when the audience opens themselves up to me in kind. I'm not asking anyone to try their hand at poetry if that isn't your medium as it is mine: find a medium that suits you, and everything else will come of it's own accord.

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