the realm of the real

I sang on stage to find myself, to hear my own voice, to take my place within the realm of the real. Other than in terms of the emotional energy surging through me, I was oblivious to the crowd surrounding me. The singing came unconsciously from deep within my psyche. I never thought a stroke about the song once the introduction had given me the initial cue. I knew every word without reference to the scrolling text of a karaoke display. I laughed at times when the words they projected were wrong, because I trusted my own knowledge implicitly. These songs were me. I became the songs.

David Cain, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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