Refuge In Carlisle

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 2, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. inspiring expression
    of refuge for one’s self
    & other companions
    on the path, Ben 🙂

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  2. This is wonderful! What a treat to see this! ❤ ❤ You read wonderfully, too – I struggle with going much too quickly and need to keep reminding myself to slow down.

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    • Thank you. (Blushing.) I had to learn that too. The other common mistake poets make in performance is that of speaking too softly. When I can’t actually hear the reader properly it doesn’t matter how fast or slow they are going. 😦 One way to improve your performance skills (without paying a professional 😉 ) is to record yourself at home on several occasions. Each time play it back and listen to it critically.

      Speed? I find it very useful to set up the rhythm in my mind that I want and then set it on replay in the background like a metronome so I can put half an ear on it while I’m reading. This can be hard at first but with practice becomes second nature. Think of learning to drive. 🙂

      Volume? This is best tested by trying the microphone at different distances.

      As with any skill practice and perseverance are required to achieve the intent.

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  3. Since just the thought of public speaking closes up my throat I have great admiration for those who can do it, and you do it wonderfully!

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  4. Ben, I’ve enjoyed watching and listening to this several times now. It’s a keeper, to see you perform, to hear your voice! 🙂

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