A collection of some of my favorite Slam and Spoken Word Poetry!!you should watch all of them they’re fucking amazing and will send shivers down ur spine
Static Electricity - Neil Hilborn “Kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding at my face at .5 miles an hour.”
OCD - Neil Hilborn “Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t — I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.”
10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy - Rachel Wiley “I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says, ‘No. You are so much more’, and kisses me hard.”
Friend Zone - Dylan Garity ”You put in your hours as a nice guy and sex is just a living wage but sex is not a transaction. Sex is not a handshake to seal some deal. That girl did not owe me anything.”
Boyfriend Material - Simone Stolzoff “I don’t treat women like objects, I treat women like the ocean treats the shore. And I know those are both objects, but they’re really beautiful, poetic objects cuz’ I’m boyfriend material!” ((this is satire so treat it as such))
When God Happens - Mike Rosen “That day had no black or white, cuz’ under that rubble, everyone was grey. Under that rubble, there was no red, white, or blue. Under that rubble there was just grey.”
To JK Rowling, from Cho Chang - Rachel Rostad “Last summer, I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows. He had his father’s blue eyes.
He’d press his wrist against mine and say he was too pale. That my skin was so much more beautiful. To him, I was Pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup. When he left me, I told myself I should have seen it coming. I wasn’t sure I was sad but I cried anyway. Girls who look like me are supposed to cry over boys who look like him. I’d seen all the movies and read all the books. We were just following the plot. (additional video clears up some confusion/controversy)
Wicked Women - Anny Miner “I still accepted the boy’s fists as if each were a rose and I was a garden in need of some color. When he broke into my house I spoke quietly as to not trespass on his temper afraid that one more rose would tip the bouquet and spill them all across my face.”
Shrinking Women - Lily Myers “I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking, making space for the entrance of men into their lives not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.”
Dear Straight People - Denice Frohman “Dear queer young girl, I see you. You don’t want them to see you so you change the pronouns in your love poems to ‘him’ instead of ‘her.’”
Civil Rights - Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder “ My bones are genetically thickened due to the brutality my ancestors bore.” (definitely one of my favorites i STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT ITS SO GOOD)
Is “B” for Books or Boobs? BOTH. - BNV 2013 Finals Round 4 “I will suck every women’s stereotype out of your throat.” (this didn’t have an official title but i thought the title i chose was definitely fitting)
Dear Dirty Hipsters - BNV Finals: Philadelphia Round 2 “When you call them on it, they say ‘I don’t see color. Oh my God, I didn’t even know you were black until just now.’ What you ment to say was, ‘Oh, I’m choosing to deny your personal identity and heritage in order to make me feel more comfortable.’” (again this one didn’t have an official title also they fuckin killed it go watch it)
White Privilege - BNV 2013 Finals Round 2: Albuquerque “When was the last time white men fought for their equality. You are the standard, the base line, the core of our curriculum; you are the white noise that every frequency in America is dialed to. Check your history books; the last time white men created something inclusive, genocide took off its shoes and got comfortable.”
Isis - Anny Miner “I had accepted I would never be safe in a relationship, that something about my heart was too forgiving, too soft and easy for a man to form a fist around, but maybe this was a borrowed saying, because there he was, skipping stones in the Mississippi reminding me how water needs the moon and as I watched I thought of the Nile, wondering how many times I would jump off his surface before sinking in. “
Social Anxiety at 130 BPM - Aaron Burstein “A good time is the most honest thing in the universe, so why do I feel like the only liar here?”
Anxiety Group - Catalina Ferro “Give me these weak-kneed, jumpy ass, too much saliva, break out in hives, awkward stomach, hair falling out, chewing lips, restless leg pounding, hard bastards any day of the week. These people who fight through every day like fucking gladiators, who fight demons worse than you and I could dream of just because they want so badly to live.”
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.
— Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
One of the best articles I’ve read all year. Here’s the link
Trailer for The Real Americans, a one-man show by Dan Hoyle.
I saw it last spring at the Marsh in San Francisco, and I suddenly have a need to see it again. The trailer makes it look like a comedy, and it is hilarious, but it’s also one of the most moving and eye-opening works of art to which I have ever had the honor of being an audience member. America is such an enormous and diverse country that probably very few Americans know what the fuck America is, but I learned so much from this play, and I cannot recommend it enough.
Unfortunately, it isn’t showing right now, and I don’t know when it will be back, so I’m just going to reread the 39 messages I sent to Meng after I watched the show so that I can remember how great it is.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.
i don’t think i’ve ever agreed with anything more than what this man is saying
watch this. seriously
“La matemática es un lenguaje universal” me dijo mi papá.
“Los números no conocen la discriminación” me dijo mi mamá.
I was four, getting ready for kindergarten & numbers.
They tried to warn me about my language.
tried to tell me that sooner than later,
someone would come along and tell me:
”Hablas el español como pocha” &
”You speak english with an accent”
They tried to warn me that my language would not be good enough.
At four, I was thrown into English,
a foreign language.
Teachers told me:
”Spanish, little one, it won’t get you far.
You need to learn English.
The educated speak English.”
They did whatever they could to take my native tongue from me
and back then,
I was grateful.
Grateful that they were teaching me something my parents couldn’t
Grateful that they changed the Ll to Y in Yesenia
Grateful that they were leading me into the world of English.
Now, I resent them.
Resent them for telling me my language wasn’t beautiful
for telling me that my language was shit
and for the “underdeveloped”
Ahora, ves a los gringos hablando español
and they are cultured.
cultured & bilingual.
I was bilingual.
Now, I’m a derivation of both.
See, I don’t speak Spanish.
Y tampoco hablo el inglés.
I speak a bastardization of both.
“Math is a universal language” said my dad.
“Numbers don’t know discrimination” said my mom.
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it.
jesus fucking christ
another fucking haiku
i’m sick of this shit
cherry blossoms fall
at the speed of oh my god
no one fucking cares
write some poetry
about cool shit like bar fights
you goddamn wankers
Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not, kill the King.
I could not do that evil thing.
I would not wed this girl, you see.
Now get her to a nunnery.
~ Green Eggs and Hamlet
Would you like to read a book in which this happens?
It’s one of my all-time favorite books. It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”
It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.
Then another tile falls. Then another.
The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.
Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall. So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.
The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.
It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy. It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.
GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.
WOW I want to read that book
Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any cost
This is now one of them
Note: locate book
Oh man that’s awesome. Must read