The End of Silence

Much regret at having kept silent for so long. What follows is the opening of my most recent publication: a collection of spoken word pieces performed at the Root Studio and First Friday open mics. I Remember Radio is available at Amazon or from me if you wish to have a signed copy. If you live in the DMV, you are invited to come to Open Notes, a monthly open mic for original spoken word or music. Contact the host, Kristin Kowalski Ferragut (via Facebook)for details. That said, here are the opening paragraphs. Enjoy!

For the Art of Spoken Word

Return with me now to those bygone days when invisible detectives strode into the living room, when an imaginary horse galloped down the hall, when a man in a tuxedo or a woman in an evening gown sang in the dining room, and an orchestra played behind them in the kitchen. Return with me, not to a simpler time, because times have never been simple. But to one where you have to use your imagination. You have to see what you hear.

The How and Why

Writing is a lonely art. Writers sit for months with their fingers on a keyboard, hoping against hope mere touching the keys will draw out a brilliant new piece. One that will fully express our creative impulse. One that others will find worth the read. The search for such a piece sends us back to the keyboard hour after hour, day after day, week after week, no matter how previous efforts have fared. Sadly, and too often, the reward for our effort is the grim silence of a book refusing to sell. A book destined to be returned to the pulp from which it came. Or, more likely now, to become electronic space marked with a code allowing the disc to be overwritten. And yet, we continue to write. We continue to search for something new, and our readers continue to read, hoping we have found it. Hope is what drives us both.

Roger Bradbury

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