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<\/a><\/p>\nWithin one stanza of the song, the audience was on their feet cheering; her voice was brilliant.\u00a0 The judges sat in slack-jawed shock.\u00a0 But it was not so much her stunning soaring voice, but to me what was most remarkable was that it came out of this – let\u2019s face it – total frump.\u00a0 We rarely experience anything with a single sense, and are accustomed to seeing the visual trump the auditory \u2013 a marginal singing talent can be compensated by tarty outfits and makeovers.\u00a0 Food that smells good tastes good.\u00a0 Food that smells bad, like steamed cauliflower, can’t overcome the bad first impression unless there is enough butter and parmesan cheese.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0The other remarkable thing was that her clear, liquid singing voice bore no resemblance to her slightly shrill and squawky speaking voice.\u00a0 Athletes tend to look athletic so it is not too surprising to see LeBron dunk.\u00a0 And sports physiologists have drooled over Michael Phelps physique, and have poked and prodded it to show that his arms are the perfect length for the butterfly stroke and his narrow and deep chest is ideally proportioned to maximize his lung capacity.\u00a0 But with singers, how can you know?\u00a0 Someone should crawl inside this women\u2019s larynx to document its exquisite mechanics, investigate how it interacts with her lungs, because Susan can really belt it out, how it interacts with her eardrums since she is pitch perfect and then figure out how the whole package is connected to her heart – this woman was singing with effective emotion, far beyond what her limited never-been-kissed life experience would suggest.\u00a0 A previous show had featured someone called Paul Potts \u00a0Susan approached the most challenging part of the song \u2013 a series of rising notes that would blow out an average person\u2019s larynx.\u00a0 But she nailed them.\u00a0 Now the entire audience and the judges were in rhapsodic awe.\u00a0 She wrinkled up her pug nose and when she nodded in recognition you could see a bald spot around her jagged part.\u00a0 She finished with a flourish and when the judges gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up, she stamped her feet in excitement and did a fist pump, which set her kimono arms wagging.\u00a0\u00a0 The cynical crowd rose to its feet in appreciation of this triumphant underdog.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0You also knew that you were witness to the first rush of pure, undiluted joy and saw Susan guilelessly exulting in her performance and her dream goal of performing before a live audience.\u00a0 The news of her performance spread quickly around the world and the press descended on her Scottish village, she was interviewed on the morning news shows, and there is talk about her appearance on Oprah.\u00a0 Reporters immediately wanted to know if she was going to have a makeover, do something about her grey thinning frizzy hair or whether she had been fielding marriage proposals – all a patronizing and barely designed cruelty targeting her physical appearance.\u00a0 Who knows how this experience will change this unassuming and modest person, but I did notice that by the time of his last performance on Britain Has Talent, Paul Potts had gotten himself a snappy new tuxedo, his snaggle tooth was gone, most importantly the element of surprise was gone.<\/p>\n Before she sang, the judge had asked why her dream of becoming a singer had not worked out and she simply said, \u201cWell nobody has given me a chance before.\u201d\u00a0 At the conclusion of her song you are left with the powerful message that nothing deserves to be casually dismissed and that the hidden talents that surely surround us are routinely squandered.\u00a0 I am thinking of some sort of unassuming frog who is quietly harboring the perfect cure for cancer beneath his moist and delicate skin.\u00a0 But his swamp is being drained and his muddy pothole is shrinking.\u00a0 The next pothole is across the new highway that has divided his dwindling habitat.\u00a0 With a timid croak he tries to hop across the hot tarmac but splat\u2026<\/p>\n Of all our senses, it is the visual that usually ——<\/p>\n \u00a0It\u2019s never brains over beauty, the ugly genius complains.<\/p>\n So when the frumpy —— opens her mouth what we expect to hear<\/p>\n \u00a0Is an atonal croak instead of a voice that\u2019s pure and clear.<\/p>\n \u00a0So close your eyes when you listen, small, feel or taste<\/p>\n \u00a0Otherwise we —— ourselves to hidden talents that go to waste.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Answers:\u00a0 reigns, singer, resign<\/p>\nFollow Liza Blue on: The first image of Susan Boyle was a frowzy older women quietly sitting eating a sandwich in a room teeming with hopefuls waiting to perform on the British TV reality show, \u201cBritain\u2019s Got Talent.\u201d\u00a0 She came forward for a quick … Continue reading <\/a> who similarly walked onto the stage in an ill-fitting suit with the improbable dream to sing opera.\u00a0 He explained that he never had any confidence since he was relentlessly teased as a child, perhaps due to his unfortunate name that prompted potty humor derision, or a comparison to the genocidal Cambodian despot Pol Pot.\u00a0 Or maybe it was his weird snaggle tooth that made you wince when he smiled.\u00a0 But as soon as he opened his mouth, like Susan, his singing voice bore no relationship to his speaking voice and he just stunned the audience.<\/p>\nThe\u00a0missing words in the following poems are all anagrams (i.e. share the same letters like spot, stop, post, etc.)\u00a0 The number of dashes indicates the number of letters.\u00a0 \u00a0One of the\u00a0anagrams will rhyme with either the preceding or following line.\u00a0\u00a0 Your job is to figure out the words based on the context of the poem.\u00a0 Scroll down for answers.<\/h6>\n
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