Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
This evening, Words Out Loud Ballarat held their podcast for the 2020 Melbourne Spoken Word Festival Online. I am so thankful and grateful to WOL to have been selected to be a part of the podcast, where I recite my piece, "Depression: A Realisation". Thank you to Jason and Kirstyn for the opportunity. This is [...]
There are many stages of transformation in life. Sometimes, to find ourselves, we need to cleanse and strip ourselves to the bare minimum, and then, search even further. Here is an example of that search.
Filter the rain from the mountaintops, where acidic droplets beat down, an acrid taste, a burning sensation of skin besieged by astringent vowels. This was not intended, though this was required, her purging, pairs of eager, shiny boots step forth,
As I sit down to write, my muscles ease, feet arrange neatly into place, my fingers at the ready. This is my time, where I will shine with tendrils of arrangements that are written not only for me, but for others, too, I don’t simply write for myself, I have a sense of duty to them, for from within me, like a geyser I expel my truths.
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/the-cacophony-cease-spoken-word-poetryimprovisation-by-lauren-m-hancock Click image to listen to "The Cacophony Cease!" in browser or on SoundCloud. Method discussion below poem. "The Cacophony Cease!" I feel the reverberation through my fingertips, through my bones, into my marrow, a source of quiet vitality in which I encase certain memories, certain experiences, so potent and noxious they should only [...]
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/first-and-foremost-spoken-word-poetry-1 Jovial and content, happy, playful, sweet, a way of living has evolved from haphazard, crazed dreams. Where I tumbled from one scene to another, trying to find where I belonged, acceptance, love, were what I was seeking, the line thrown to reach them rigid and taut. No more slapdash or faux [...]
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/the-thundering-waves-spoken-word-poem The quiet solitude as waves roll in, their silent crescendos, thundering vibrations only I can feel within. The rumbling of their presence marks tremulous tumultuous moments, fear impending, a sense of doom all around. When did I sign up for this battlefield? One in which only I can sense and anticipate, [...]
"Something Dear and Personal" - Spoken by myself. If something deeply personal is what you want to read, by all means settle in, grab hot cocoa, or steaming cup of tea. What can I share? What will I reveal? Grab desperately from my past? Drag forth contentious, gossip-worthy, or scintillating news? [...]
She’s had enough. Life, with its cruel measures, she’s defeated, broken, dare say surpassed feeling rough, her thoughts may not terrify, but they will reveal salted, open wounds. What is the point in detailing mediocre thoughts, some things which, in the moment, seemed thoughtful, and loving, caring, or clever, but of these qualities, her thoughts [...]
“Smile!” they tell me, “Cheer up, it’s not so bad.” I smile sardonically, retort facetiously, wriggle an erect finger from my hand. I hate being told what to do, why can’t they mind their own business? Did I ask for their opinions out of the blue? Did they believe their words would be cherished? [...]
