I was recently Facebook-invited to a slam poetry
event, and having not seen any slam poetry for a while, I went on YouTube
yesterday and took a little tour of various slam performances. It was a mixed
bag for me. I try not to judge, because I’ve never written a slam poem, and I’m
fairly certain I would be a complete flop in that department for a number of
reasons. First, I just do not vibe with that slam poetry cadence. It’s simply
not in my DNA. I don’t think in that rhythm, words don’t come to me in that
rhythm, and I can’t write or speak out loud in that rhythm. I also lack
bravado, swagger, wise life advice, and any interest in talking about my
period, which I all but shut down thanks to the miracle of modern medical
technology, since I can’t deal with blood and cycles of renewal and all of that
primal stuff that’s supposed make all roar/wise/ powerful as a woman. (As far
as I’m concerned, periods are a major design flaw of the female body, and God
and I will be having a talk about it
if I ever make it past it the pearly gates.)
The two examples below are what I consider amazing
slam. The poetry is really good. These are poems I would find beautiful and
heartbreaking had I read them on paper first without seeing them performed, and
the performances serve the poetry first, rather than trying to shoehorn it into
a slam cadence. Who knows, maybe there’s
hope for me after all, and I’ll actually try slam one of these days. But right
now, I’m working on a short essay about monster therapy, so any awesome slam
poems that lay dormant within me will have to wait.
In other artsy news, I was accepted onto the Art
Committee at my place of work, and I’m really excited about it! I’ve been reading
up on the role of art in healing environments, Northwest artists, and all things
sculptury, painty, and watercolory, so I’m learning a lot already, and I haven’t
even attended my first official meeting yet. I’ve always paid close attention
the art work displayed throughout the hospital campus I work at, so it’s nice
to have an official reason to get lost in it now.
I still haven’t gotten a new fish. I have a tank
big enough to accommodate a small reptile, and I'm considering getting a gecko
or something similar instead; a creature that doesn’t require a chemistry
degree to keep alive. Other things I am getting soon: A haircut, a massage, possibly
orthotic shoes, three fillings, and a new swimsuit since I’ve decided to start going
to the pool again.
Warning
to the sensitive: There are some swears and references to male anatomy in “How
We Have Learned to Love”.
--Kristen McHenry
2 comments:
Slam poetry is fun, if you are looking for an expression of your run-of-the-mill pissed. But true banked rage is better expressed with a sotto voce growl between gritted teeth ;)
Agreed, Frankie! And I have no shortage of banked rage. I'd better get growling.
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