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What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?

Uncool

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I don’t love poetry. I’m sorry, but I don’t. It doesn’t usually speak in a voice to which I respond. But someone (I’m sorry to admit I can’t remember whose post it was) posted about this girl, and maybe because she’s so young and fresh and appealing, I gave it a try.

This is the poet Sarah Kay. She starts her ovation-inspiring Ted Talk with her best known piece, “B.” There’s such music in it, I can’t resist it. Then she goes on, charmingly, to talk about her abiding love for spoken-word poetry. I still don’t love poetry, but I certainly enjoy how much she loves it. Then her talk takes an unexpected turn.

She talks about her willingness to be open to the surprises the world throws at us all. She says she walks around deliberately raw and uncool, ready to be scared and amazed, and there’s something about that that I love. Okay, if I walked around work like that, I’d be a quivering puddle of goo by Wednesday, but in the rest of my life, there’s definitely room for improvement.

Since I’ve started looking for my daily beautiful thing, I would say my eyes are definitely more opened. I feel more present. I spend more time observing what’s around me and enjoying what’s there to be enjoyed. But while my eyes are opened, my metaphorical arms are more often than not crossed. I don’t like to seem uncool. I’m a native New Yorker. We live in horror of being mistaken for a tourist. (Sorry, tourists. If it makes it any better, we’re also tremendously jealous that you get to see NYC for the first time.)

Let me offer up a confession; my first attempt at embracing what Sarah Kay is selling. Every day, I watch my number of followers increase by another handful, and I do leaps of joy inside. It amazes and delights me that nearly 2500 people have encountered my blog and liked it enough to want to come back. But I try to seem like I take it all in stride. I don’t even know why. I guess I worry that if you all know what a big goober I am, you’ll run away screaming. But I think maybe I need to just own the terminally uncool galoot I really am, and see what happens.

I hope you enjoy young Sarah’s talk as much as I did. I’m going to go watch it again. Because I’m uncool like that.

And if you want more, and don’t mind something that turns kind of corny, here’s Sarah and her bestie Phil Kaye, no relation.

Okay, just one more, for the native New Yorkers out there. Because “there are some things you just cannot learn in New York City.”

Author: Donna from MyOBT

I have committed to spending part of every day looking for at least one beautiful thing, and sharing what I find with you lovelies!

9 thoughts on “Uncool

  1. Donna, you are such a riot. So I am following an uncool goober? I’ll stick around…. Have a great weekend. 😉

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  2. A candid post and a point of view I appreciate, although I probably don’t understand it, since I love poetry! 🙂 Perhaps I can offer you an observation / explanation from someone who is entirely more knowledgeable and erudite than I am on the subject:

    “Somehow something has gone wrong with poetry in our culture. We have lost touch with its purpose and value, and in doing so, we have lost contact with essential aspects of our own emotional and spiritual lives.” Gregory Orr, Poetry as Survival

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  3. Donna, “uncool” is subjective, like the definitions of adjectives; beautiful, old, and sexy are in the eye of the beholder. I disagree that you “don’t love” poetry. You enjoy sharing an eclectic range of songs and songs are poems that pal around with music. Sarah’s poems are songs performed a cappella, although her cadence is musical. Thanks for sharing.

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  4. ‘uncool like that’ – digable planets remix confirmed?

    this post was pretty cool

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