At long last! Thursday the 13th I finally had my first public reading,
in front of 60 or 70 strangers. In the Galway City library, once a month there’s
a literary event, so to speak, where a few published poets and writers will
give a reading. Afterwards, there’s an open mic and people get the chance to
read anything they’ve written, be it a short story or a poem.
So… there I was… one amongst 12 other writing fanatics,
thinking I was ready to, oh so simply, read a poem from my book. Easy done,
right?! Just open the book, read the words and sit back down! But, holy smoke…
how wrong was I!
As I waited my turn, the nerves were rising… ‘breathe, breathe, breathe…’ It worked
for a few moments, then my heart started thumping against my ribcage… Way too soon my name was announced. I had to take my stand… ‘Okay... I'm breathing, this is okay! I can do this… I’m
excited, I’m eager to share, this is easy-peasy!’ And, to generally
introduce the book, very briefly, I felt was actually really easy! But then I opened it… ‘Oh god… here we go…!’
I let my eyes fall onto the page, and never raised them
until the poem was done. I couldn’t look at the audience and was terrified to
think of what I was actually doing. I had to do everything I could to keep the
poem flowing from my very very very dry mouth! ‘Oh god… Niamh breathe, breathe, take it slowly, enjoy your moment, don’t
rush your words… calm calm calm…’ I was managing to breathe, but could
hardly move my body… Any movement would’ve interfered with the stream of words.
As I made my way through the poem, I felt bouts of emotion rising, I felt the
silence in the room becoming heavy… I knew everyone was feeling the pain behind what I'd written so long ago (even if I'd chosen the lightest and brightest from the whole book!). My emotions came through however, even if I didn’t resort to tears.
Everyone could feel the intensity underlying those lines as I was relaying the
words as I continued to seek strength so I wouldn’t lose my stream and consequently the impact I was making on the listeners.
How can a person be so terrified of losing their words, when
the words are written down before them… and nothing other than READING is what that
moment requires? Well… it’s not an easy assumption to make… even if it’s what I
too had assumed, before taking my stand in front of 60 strangers. Regardless of
their warm smiles, friendly nature and their sincere interest in poetry, I felt
out of my comfort-zone.
Afterwards, I can’t say I was relieved. Instead I felt
emotional, overly sensitive, exposed, I couldn’t hear the applause and I sat back
down unable to grasp what had just happened. I guess I was in silent shock! Meanwhile, the next readers were
introduced, one by one, each getting a chance to share their work…
It wasn’t until the event was over, that I started to feel
okay again. I didn’t hang around for any feedback. I didn’t need it. I knew my
reading had made an impact and I felt I'd given myself enough exposure for that moment. So I shot
off. I needed SPACE to sort out what had just happened! And wow… I realized I’d given myself
an unexpected shock to the system, bigger than I’d imagined, bigger the book
launch even! It was the exposure that threw me off… You’d think I’d be getting
used to it by now… I’ve had 5 or 6 radio interviews, I’ve been in the paper a
few times, I’ve had a signing… and at the launch I spoke openly as well as reading
from my book… But this was the biggest step of all.
It’s quite a delicate thing to do… reading poetry… in public. It’s
something so personal and deep… Yet, it can be relatable to anybody, if the
moment is captivated. And the moment can only be captivated, if the reader is
fully THERE. I was there, and happy to be! Even if I struggled. I realized afterwards that being in
a room with people who showed-up voluntarily because they appreciate other
people’s talents, inspirations and openness is a setting that actually IS in my
comfort-zone… I'm just warming up... and so there's no doubt that the next reading, wherever or whenever that may be,
will be easier… I'm not scared off by how intense it was… Nope. I understand the
first step is always the hardest, but it sets us on our way every time!