|Photo by Bruce V Bracken|
The feature Robin Park, was awesome. She learned her craft through Youth Speak and she really bit into the experience of that word driving her pen. I started tearing up during her performance and my guts did that spasmodic quivering jerking motion that occurs before a cry. I don’t do that very often. The last time I did was when I was at my folks at the top of July and bottom of August. I demonstrated to them through the documentary "Slamnation: The Sport of Spoken Word" what Slam is. It wasn’t Robin’s poetry per say, but the fact that I will (most likely) be separated from this magical place of like minded people. I never knew what community was until I came to Seattle and entered into the ranks of the poets here. I've discovered that through this medium of expression I can connect to a reality greater than myself. For me it is the Eucharist or what the Eucharist should fill in my life (if I were a proper Catholic). It is a worship experience. The word of God becomes incarnated or in-fleshed in expression of the tongue. Through my ears, I eat that word and it fills me with belonging; with a sensation that I am a part of this creation; that I am more than who I am. This stuff that we blather out (every week, or bimonthly, or monthly, or six weeks depending on the population basin of your slam location) to each other doesn’t matter to that cold world of economics that drives the western world. Poetry is meaningless to people who go home in a mad rush after work to watch television (I realized that the Acronym PBS really stands for Public Bull Shit).
|Matt Gano (photo grabbed online)|
Spoken word performing is not just about the writing. It is about the presentation too. I’ve aspired to be a Spoken Word poet since I graduated from college and first heard an audio presentation of Kabir’s teachings performed by Robert Bly. I don’t think I’m that good of a performer now or not to the same level as Karen Finneyfrock, Tara Hardy, Buddy Wakefield, Joaquin Zihuatanejo, CR Avery, or Jack McCarthy are. The slammaster, Daemond Arrindell, I would love to hear him perform live sometime, but it looks like that will become difficult in the (near) future.
|Catalyst of Olympia|
Please lord let this cup pass me by. Grant me a livable job so that I can stay a while longer in Seattle.