Phil Kaye // “Repetition” (Poetry Observed)


My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning For example homework homework homework homework homework
homework homework homework See? Nothing Our lives — she said — are the same way you watch the sunset too often, it just becomes
6pm you make the same mistake over and over, you’ll
stop calling it a mistake If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake
up one day you’ll forget why I should have known Nothing is forever My parents left each other when I was seven
years old Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle When I came back there was no gravity in our home I imagined it as an accident That when I left they whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over that they forgot what it meant Family Family Family Family Family Family My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again It loses its meaning This became my favorite game It made the sting of words evaporate Separation Separation Separation See? Nothing! Apart Apart Apart Apart See? Nothing! I am an injured handyman now I work with words all day Shut up – I know the irony When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down convincing it that it was worthless I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you I love you See? Nothing. Soon after my parents divorce I developed a stutter Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor There is no escape in stutter you can feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat S-S-S-S-S-S-Separation Stutter is a cage made of mirrors every what’d you say every just take your time every come on kid spit it out is a glaring reflection of an existence you cannot escape Every awful moment trips over its own announcement again and again and again until it just hangs there in the center of the room as if what you had to say had no gravity at all Mom, Dad I am not wasteful with my words Anymore Even now after hundreds of hours practicing away my
stutter I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat Listen to me I have heard that even in space you can hear the scratch of an I I-I-I-
I-I I I love you.

100 thoughts on “Phil Kaye // “Repetition” (Poetry Observed)

  1. He recited this at my school today. William Penn Charter School. Very well done.

  2. GUYS IVE BEEN WORKING ON SOME POETRY VIDEOS OF MY OWN! check out my latest on my channel and give it a like!

  3. Escuché este poema muchas veces, aun así, sigo llorando como si fuera la primera vez. Es precioso.

  4. Quoting a line from 'When Love Arrives':

    "Maybe when love comes back it is 20 years after the divorce. Love looks older now, but is still as beautiful as you last saw her"

  5. My language arts teacher recently showed my class this video since we are working on poetry. I tried not to cry in class as this poem was so beautiful and it felt so close to home. Amazing job!

  6. I repeat to watch this poem, but it never lost it's meaning, well something last forever I guess

  7. This is so well done but I have to say you can't just develope it unless it comes from a physical injury. Maybe you always had it but it locked in, but stuttering cannot just come from a tramatic event alone or everyone would stutter not just 65,000,000 people worldwide.

  8. Even though his words were simple. His thoughts and their meanings were solid deep and inspiring

  9. ive listened to this for the thousandth time but im still impressed.. anyways hye guys, im still new in this but if you got time please drop by my channel cause i just posted my first ever spoken words poetry video written by me, it'd be wonderful if you could tell me what you guys think so i could improve and be as good as him one day <3

  10. How to make every person who views this video that's in a relationship scared

  11. This is the kind of poem that didn't make me physically cry but it made my heart hurt a lot

  12. I think I might perform this in our school elocution. (Last year I did Neil Hilborn's OCD, and came second, and this is less depressing so I may get the extra edge that way, ha)

  13. This is what made me fall in love with spoken word poetry… it feels weird coming back to this.

  14. It was so powerful that maked me crying on the train.. As a stutter I always tried do explain people how does it feel and for the 1st time in my 20 years of life (and stutterness) I finally found something that is more about me than myself. Thank you.

  15. This gives goosebumps everytime I hear it. Life and repetition create an eternal symphony of dissatisfaction…

  16. No matter how many times I watch this, the message is still powerful and makes me cry

  17. My mother taught me this trick: if you repeat something over and over again, it loses its meaning.

    For example: “Homework, homework, homework homework homework, —“, see? Nothing. Our lives, she said, are the same way. You watch the sunset too often and it just becomes 6 pm. You make the same mistake over and over and you’ll stop calling it a mistake. If you just “wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up”, one day you’ll forget why.  I should’ve known: nothing is forever.

    My parents left each other when I was 7 years old. Before their last argument they’ve sent me off to the neighbor’s house, like some astronaut jetticing from the shuttle. When I came back, there was no gravity at our home. I imagined it as an accident: when I left, they whispered “I love you” so many times over, that they forgot what it meant. “Family, family, family, family…”

    My mother taught me this trick, that if you repeat something over and over again, it loses its meaning. This became my favorite game. It made the sting of words evaporate: “separation, separation, separation—“, see? Nothing! “Apart, apart, apart, apart—“, see? Nothing!

    I’m an injured handyman now. I work with words, all day— shut up! I know the irony. When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down, convincing it was worthless. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—“, see? Nothing!

    Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter. Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor. There is no escape in stutter. You can feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat. “S-s-separation”. Stutter is a cage made of mirrors. Every “what you said?”, every “just, take your time”; every “c’mon, kid, spit it out!” is a glaring reflection of a existence  that you cannot escape. Every awful moment trips over its own announcement again, and again, and again, until it just hangs there in the center of the room, as if what you were to say had no gravity at all.

    Mom, dad: I’m not wasteful with my words anymore. Even now, after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter, I can still feel the claw of meaning at the bottom of my throat. Listen to me. I heard that even in space you can hear the scratch of a “I-, I-, I-, I… love you.”

  18. Hey i suffer from a bit of studdering myself and i try making poetry can yall plz check it out and tell me how it is

  19. I remember the bed just floating there.
    Apart, apart, apart, apart.
    My mother taught me this trick
    If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
    For example:
    Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
    See, nothing
    Our existence, she said, is the same way.
    You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
    You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
    If you just
    wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
    one day you’ll forget why
    Nothing is forever, she said
    My parents left each other when I was 7 years old
    Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house,
    like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
    When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
    I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
    They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
    that they forgot what it meant
    Family, family, family, family, family, family
    My mother taught me this trick
    If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
    This became my favorite game
    It made the sting of words evaporate.
    Separation, separation, separation;
    see, nothing
    Apart, apart, apart;
    see, nothing
    I am an injured handyman now
    I work with words all day
    Shut up, I know the irony!
    When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
    was breaking it down
    Convincing it that it was worthless
    I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
    See, nothing
    Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
    Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
    There is no escape in stutter
    You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
    S-s-s-separation
    Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
    Every “Are you ok?”
    Every “What’d you say?”
    Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
    Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
    Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
    Over and over until it just hangs there,
    floating in the middle of the room
    Mom, Dad,
    I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
    Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
    I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
    I have heard that even in space;
    You can hear the scratching of a
    I-I-I-I love you.

  20. Everytime I come back here I wish I could like this again. It gets more beautiful everytime

  21. I don't get it yaar I have watched it hundred times can anyone explain it please

  22. You are amazing!! Kindly tell me how did you overcome your stutter.

  23. Breath taking idea. Almost like semantic satiation. Words are strong. However used to the right way they can tear apart the world or bring hope to anyone and everyone. Thankyou!

  24. I've watched it a thousand times and it still hits with the same intensity as the first. Brilliant work you guys

  25. Can I share something?

    Pain

    You broke me so I left you
    You hurt me then I choked you
    You were fire and I was your fuel
    But you kept the flame just fine without me
    You were the lock to my insecurities
    You kept them hidden and tied up
    I don't know if that was good or bad
    It's just without you, I turn into darkness
    You were my light, but the bulb was soon shattered
    So I wrote, I wrote and wrote and wrote
    But nothing came in my head
    I was so frustrated and tired, so I gave up
    I gave up again and again and again but you jusy kept coming back
    Words kept scattering and firing
    And each bullet pierced straight into my heart
    "I already said that I left you"
    "And he says he's broken without you"
    He broke a jewel so he paid the price
    But I was restored with more value than ever
    I became strong, strong as a diamond
    And he, he became a pile of ash at my feet
    You see, I rose again when I needed to
    I didn't give in even when I wanted to
    You shouldn't either, Cause when you're crawling at their feet they can just choose to kick you
    It's easy for them to say "I don't want you anymore"
    But you just gotta say "Next time, it's not me whose gonna be crawling back"
    You gotta rise up, get up, stand up
    Cause soon, you're gonna have them begging for your mercy at your feet

  26. How can I not love you… this is my all time favourite poem no lie.

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