Quinton Robinson: Inkwell: The Art of Expression

I appear when my peers peer into the mirror of an inkwell. I am the point of contact between fingertips and Braille. So let's take a stroll down that rail on the road of a thought train brain mode crossing. Look out for the bars that featherweight. As the miles per verve rate gains momentum, Charley sent him after the memory of unwritten poetry. Man Lifted. This went from dear John to I am legend get lifted. Words were gifted from Mount Olympus. And I'm Pandora's prom date being woven within the thesis Thesis. My notebook is my temple. Poetry is the high priestess. So it is time for praise and worship. I'm her wordsmith with Barb. The curbside service. Her kiss still makes me nervous. It's like something from a dream until I think to drink more apart. Its liquid courage seems to me. Her poetry has the potency of the coldest oceans and sea as if she breathes and muscles begin to seize and decay until she decrees the she sees today as the day to give life to carpe diem. Literally seize the day. And before she gives birth to work like worlds. I appear just like when my peers peer down into the mirror of an inkwell and out comes. A single power. Thank you Again, it is a pleasure to be here. So high tech. When I say high tech, you say high Q High tech. Thank you. Thank you so much for this warm welcome. I am, again a multidisciplinary performance artist. My primary art form happens to be spoken word, or some people will call it poetry. Poetry is the art of expression. Now, many art forms will claim to be the art of expression, but poetry is the one that actually comes from within. Whereas with paint in clay and all of these other art forms, we externalize the desires, the feelings and emotions that we carry with poetry. We're actually forced to reach inside and pull out something that no one else is in possession of our individual stories. And for that, I thank you for allowing me to share one of mine. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.