I think I just realized something. I enjoy reading poems out loud. But I only enjoy it when I am the one reading. Stuff like this—A. Van Jordan reading a poem called The Structure of Scientific Revolutions—it’s like, it loses all of its poetry somehow. Gone. Drained.
Even a poet I love as much as Billy Collins—to hear him reading his stuff is just not edifying. I can barely hear how it’s poetry, and not just an odd string of words.
Agree? Disagree? Am I missing a gene?
(The A. Van Jordan link is via Swindle, a neat poetry aggregator. Well, kinda neat. I like the idea, but the links are so devoid of context I can’t always muster the interest to click on any. Good titles get me.)
Update: Some great recommendations, and a bonus MP3, in the comments.