The Intensity Of Fame Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The Intensity Of Fame



Sitting out a poetry reading
I gush over its delivery.
I mean some people have that rich

throaty unctuous delivery
that either makes you remember
all they said or to the contrary

you're so intensely and sensually
involved in the physicality
of their presence that their words

evaporate into the ether
in fact don't matter at all.
I mean the voices of the likes of

Deepak Chopra or Joseph Campbell.
In my case, at the end of a recitation
I can't even remember

how I sounded or what I said
and the applause is usually muffled
by my high blood pressure

making my ears ring or hear
only a steady rush of air, something
like white noise.

Past the handshaking
and shoulder patting all I know
of the latter is they are harder

and stronger than the bravos.
Well, I made the right decision
not to attend my virtual Nobel prize

nor accept more virtual Pulitzers.

Sunday, October 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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