I cried. Thank you Sarah. Sometimes we write poems over and over. They never seem right, but I think it is because they are too full- they were never supposed to be one story. They were supposed to be buckets, left out to catch hundreds of thousands of stories as they fell from peoples eyes. I dropped my story, and you caught it. Today I found it again. Thank you.
My favorite character is the Mother who builds a darkroom for herself, with her own sweat and blood. She does what she loves even if nobody else does. She's an artist who built her own world in a little room with just darkness, colored lights, sinks and chemicals. The Mother seems a lot like me. The last line of the poem sums it all up. It shows a difference yet a similarity between grandpa Stewart, her father and herself. They all knew the art of capture- to capture memories, dreams and events. Her grandpa loved it, her father knew it and she knew it too. But her grandpa and father captured through the lens and she through words. And through capturing, they learnt to embrace it and enjoy it, to accept it and sometimes to let go of what cannot be changed and move on to the next frame, to the next word.
Words are not enough. Words will never be enough to explain the way you paint pictures in everyone's minds without your crayons,only with your thoughts. Words will never be enough to explain how our eyes get wider and our breaths get caught in our throats when you talk about magic and stories and lost dreams. Words are not enough. Words will never be enough
Ever since I saw Sarah perform at the TED talks, I've been watching all the videos here. I've read books of poems by Whitman, Cummings, Frost, and Bukowski. And I still melt when Sarah talks. In my opinion, her performance is as important as her poetry, and to hear her voice transcends whatever preconceptions reading other poets have given me. Thank you and I hope to see you perform in person someday soon!
I was searching for some pictures of my childhood and I've found this unbelievable, amazing, unreal world and I've lost my sense of truth to find out something more delightful.
sometimes when I'm scared about not knowing what I want to do with my life I listen to Sarah Kay and she makes me hopeful and excited to find the things I'm good at and will love to do.
Something about your poem, something about your voice, something about how you tell your stories, brings tears to my eyes. You are just amazing Sarah Kay. And Thank you for doing what you do; tell stories of us all.
All I can say is WOW and thank-you. who knew a voice could share such emotions without yelling, who could paint such pictures without your camera, Sarah Kay you are an AMAZING artist.
I wrote a poem inspired by this. *The Art of Capture* I write poetry greedily, snatching at words to describe thoughts to describe feelings to describe me. Hope and despair collapse in a pile of letters, confusion, and memories. I read old work hungrily, picking up each timestamp with care, removing the cobwebs and tearstains. Suddenly they are no longer the next best thing, they are merely remembered. I live life desperately, turning pictures into movies and slowing down each moment to replay in the darkness. My heart spills out and plants a garden so bright, the sun leans down and smiles.
