Sabrina Benaim - How to Fold a Memory
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- čas přidán 9. 12. 2018
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Sabrina Benaim, performing at The Amsterdam in Saint Paul, MN.
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I don't know why but she looks different like healthier happier and it's really lovely
How to Fold a Memory
I remember watching her poem of "explaining my depression to my mother" for the first time and wanting to hug her bc of her shakiness!! she's come so far and i teared up at this poem, shes wonderful!!
“I drink as if I’m trying to save the world from drowning. To get my memories so drunk, they might forget themselves by morning but the trauma of daydreaming. The curse of muscle memory; my body keeps your secrets.”
There’s something enrapturing about how she takes the small things and organically magnifies them. And in the same flip, she takes the giants and turns them into fireflies. She makes big monsters less scary, something you can hold and analyze and discard. She is the embodiment of bravery, and if she had a superpower, it would be whispering monsters to sleep.
I see Sabrina, I jump. Then I click.
Sabrina made me cry again. For her. For me. For the pain of remembering. For the need to forget. For every single line of truth this poem holds.
"I've been practicing forgetting"
“The trauma of daydreaming... the curse of muscle-memory...” I feel this so hard.... beautiful.
Wow. Fuck. I am completely positive she cannot create something I will not love with my entire being. This was beautiful💛😭
I wonder how hard it was to memorize this poem
"We cannot control what we remember
I finally forgot the face of my first love. It only took 10 years. Wonder if I would recognize him if I saw him again. You get there, and this is a PERFECT description. I love that she also associated several songs with her love; to me, that's one of the hardest things to separate. This is just breathtaking. Thank you. <3
wow i didn’t think it was possible for me to love sabrina benaim any more than i already do
There will never be a poet I will love more than Sabrina. I love what she can do with words.
I just lost someone and this poem just fits me so well. Just in time. I've always love Sabrina and her way of expressing so much with such beautiful imagery in her words. Thank you so much for being so sublime.
"my body keeps your secrets" DAMN
“My ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them-“ “-the trauma of daydreaming” Sabrina just keeps on delivering these lines full of power and emotion. I think she speaks directly to the soul. (Also she does look so wonderful and peaceful and I hope she is doing well and I love her so much)
I started watching button poetry when I first watched Sabrina's poetry "Explaining My Depression to My Mother". And now I got addicted making and listening their poetry. I love it 💜
i’m a fairly simple gal. i see sabrina, i click.