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POETRY. It rocks.

I posted a video on youtube about my poetry-reading-ambitions, and in that video I linked here (and to the post I just linked to), and now I'm embedding the video here.

 

Is anyone else reminded of, like, a social networking orgy scene of some sort?


But seriously, I'm actually pretty excited about posting my poetry on my youtube. It's something I've kinda wanted to do for a long time, and I guess I finally found the balls to try it.

I might even upload something later today or tomorrow. It'll almost certainly be something by someone else and mostly for practice. I'm thinking either Walt Whitman's "From Pent-Up Aching Rivers", T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men", or shortest of all W.H. Auden's "The Letter".
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