Sarah Kay performs "Ghost Ship" from "No Matter the Wreckage"
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- Опубліковано 22 кві 2014
- Sarah Kay celebrates the release of her new book "No Matter the Wreckage" from Write Bloody Publishing at Joe's Pub, NYC March 2014. Order it now! bit.ly/1gKjg9V
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I could listen to this woman talk for a lifetime.
yes
Her performance is always so amazing. I would love to be there. It seems virtually effortless to her. Her eyes always seem to be in awe, as if she is watching her poetry materialize before her eyes. Each gesture she makes is so deliberate and purposeful. I've yet to witness another poet who's every gesture perfectly illustrates each corresponding phrase; who's presence is so comfortable and owning. She truly belongs there. Gotta love this girl.
"Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage.
There will be someone to find you beautiful,
despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden
behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.
Someone will come to sing into the empty spaces."
And I found this part most beautiful
Saw her perform this in Manila tonight. I cried i cried i cried. I remembered my brother, how I'm a little too protective over him and I cried. I thought the Mrs. Ribeiro poem was her best, until I heard this live. Perfection.
Listen to her other poems. All are gems
I love how she doesn't say that it has to be a girl for her brother, she says gender neutral stuff. I love her and her poetry and I couldn't ask for a better role model.
I just saw her perform this piece last night. Sarah Kay is amazing. She is an absolutely fabulous poet.
You're so lucky!
My little brother has always been 4 years younger and 2 steps ahead....and I love him dearly.
The perfect mix of story, song, metaphor, and emotion to depict an amazing brother in a beautiful poem. Sarah kay you never seise to amaze me with your poetry, even if I do have almost all of them memorized I still learn from them every day. Thank you so much for your words.
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I love this one. Especially because it reminds me so much of my little brother. And my friends. All the people I have met. This life in generall. It is a brilliant piece of art.
Please tell me You also have a Audiobook. Your poems echo so beautifully in your voice that I'm afraid I'll read them wrong. I can just grasp at some of the meanings, since english is not my native language, but the feelings get me everytime. This one just made me cry.
omg I was there!!! Sarah gives the best hugs.
This was so beautiful. I wasn't expecting to be FULL ON WEEPING by the end of it lol
The ocean metaphors though
This woman is amazing.... love her
I hum the first part at work to remind me of this poem and calm me down when things get crazy
She has my two favorite spoken word poems of all time. This and B.
I have been waiting so long for this to come up on UA-cam. Eloquent and beautiful. A true art of work.
fuck. absolutely beautiful. I have to revise some poems for my class and I was totally uninspired until now. this is one of her best recent poems IMO. I'm in awe of her work.
Beautiful ! I love Sarah Kay ! Today is my birthday and this poem is the greatest present I could ever receive. Thank you for another piece of you Sarah Kay. I am truly grateful.
oh sarah kay, you lovely being. her poems never cease to amaze me.
I really need to watch her poetry slams live!!! Amazing!
I love how she started with the song. Already I knew this poem was going to be amazing.
she's always amazing
I ♥ Sarah Kay!!!
Beautiful. Makes me think of my own sister and her budding strength as an adult.
Be been waiting for this!!! So good
oh my god. thank you sarah kay, thank you
LOVE, LOVE THIS!
Truly beautiful, always inspiring :Sara Kay :)
So beautiful.
she is so beautiful..
Beautiful.
Oh Sarah! Just to let you know how much we love you. (:
Her best moment was from 2:25-3:25. The comparison of men and boats was really good. With a better beginning, and ending, that should be a poem all its own.
sorry but her expression is not yours to revise. poetry is self-sacrifice, whether if it's to yourself or someone else. in other words, only the poet can choose what pieces of their life they want to carve out of themselves. the audience's only job is to try to understand it. the ideas are open to opinions are criticism, but never the poetry itself.
Sarah, you're too perfect.
this gave me chills. so beautiful. (i should send it to my brother.)
How do you manage to fit so much beast in such a small frame?
beautiful
made me wanna know about the details to the brother's story , felt the love
"Speachless." Wow.
you are one of the few people I can say I look up to. I wish you the best in everything you pursue! I hope to be lucky enough to meet you one day.
wow...what a good extended metaphor
fan from nepal
Does anyone know what song this is?
and the cooooold wiiiiiiiind bleeeeeeeeew
...... is she trying to get me to fall in love with her brother because it’s working
Come over😔
Beautiful poem and performance. "fireplace shotgun": Chekhov allusion?
Such a beautiful poem (as always) but what is the last word she says? I can't seem to catch it...."Singing until the ghost ship ___" thank you!!
It is 'ring.'
I think "raise"
thank you!
Singing until the ghost ship 'rings'
Fans, If you could ask Sarah a question what would you ask her? What would you like to know?
I'd ask her to come in France to meet me so we could write poetry together
As a seventeen year old girl, I couldn't ask for a better role model. I've watched every one of her videos on youtube multiple times and each one gives me more to think about.
+Elena Basford i know, I feel as if I could recite some of her poems myself hahha. Her poems are just so amazing
I fell in love with her today.
Well
I fell in love with her yesterday, today.
The words she spoke some time ago
had only now met my ears.
Sure she was pretty.
She had a body that would ensure heads turned in whichever direction eyes pulled them.
Her hair,
Desperately trying to obscure her words,
Only to be retreated by those hands.
Those hands. My god, those hands.
Hypnotising me, as they danced emphatically to the words that fell with grace and intent from her lips.
What could be said about her lips.
Moving effortlessly, yet with such passion and guile.
Cultivating, and moulding her wordful art into a weapon.
A weapon with the capacity to incapacitate the strongest of me, and women alike.
The way her words were shaped into sentences and whimsical phrases.
Drawing you in to the point of a chuckle or a tear,
With minimal effort.
That ability to have you hanging on to every syllable,
As if they were a well sculptured climbing frame in a wonderful and creatively designed play park.
Her listeners, reminiscent of the children that dangle from them.
Her works had never crossed my path before,
Yet here I am
Frantically seeking more,
Scouring the spiders Web of you tube, Ted talk internet sites,
and anything else that may contain the words poetry or the spoken word.
Needing to feel her vocal imagery pierce my ears just one more time.
Then another,
And another.
My drug, her legacy.