“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” Jack Kerouack.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Joyful Noise
This poem is in response to Paul Fleischman's Joyful Noise (it's a verse novel).
These types of poem are meant to be read out loud by two people at the same time.
Here's what I mean (this is his whole collection being read in the way it was intended):
If you'd like to read my review of the book, please visit my book blog: http://novelphrases.blogspot.com/
Otherwise, feel free to enjoy the poem for what it is.
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