Poem of The Week...The Fastest Way to Feel Alive by Benedict Smith

Why we chose it...

Life can be lonely when everyone lives their own. At times making art either with a pen or a block of clay can seem like a call to the dark, or a scream in a crowded room. Everyone's screaming, so no one will hear, or no one is there. This poem reminded me why I keep screaming in the dark and joining the chorus.


The Fastest Way to Feel Alive

by: Benedict Smith

Even in solitude
You have a thousand friends

They live between the pages of your books
The frames of your films
And the notes of your songs

No one’s as pure as their art
People are art diluted

There is comfort in being alone
And you are brave, brave, brave

Find art that makes you die inside
It’s the fastest way to feel alive