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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Slam Poetry

So I just realized that I've posted a good number of Slam Poems but I've never actually taken the time to explain to all of you what Slam Poetry actually is. Luckily, I had the opportunity to give a brief lesson on Slam during a friend's creative writing college course so I made a handy hand-out. Without further ado, here you go:


A quick Taste of the SLAM revolution


 “What is Slam?” From the Founder Marc Kelly Smith:
"Competitive poetry.
That's what slam is.
I looked it up on Wikipedia."

When the uninitiated hear the term "slam poetry," they say "slam what?" or serve up the quick and easy answer quoted above or the equally facile interpretation that slam is "rap without music—what Eminem did in 8 Mile or what that singer Grande Corde Malade does in France." Chances are they got a taste of slam at the French Nationals or at the Starry Plough in Berkeley, but it was only a taste. A deeper drink would tell them more. And here's that drink, served up by the Slampapi himself:

Slams are captivating poetry events that focus a live audience's attention on the presentation of poetry that's been composed, polished, and rehearsed for the purpose of being performed—very often in a competitive arena, but not always. It's a carnival, a pageant, an interactive classroom, a town hall meeting, a con game, a versified boxing match, and a churchlike revival that electrifies and animates the people listening to and watching it.

Competitive slam poets battle against one another like wrestlers vying for a championship belt. Each poet takes his or her turn onstage to play at proving their superiority as both poet and performer. The audience is prompted to get involved, and it does! Crowds have been known to roar approval or stomp their boots in scorn for the poetics they love or pretend to hate.

Excerpted from: Smith, Marc Kelly, and Joe Kraynak. Take the Mic: The Art of Performance Poetry, Slam, and the Spoken Word. Naperville, Ill.: Source MediaFusion, 2009. Print.

The kicking, screaming birth of slam:


  • In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, even the biggest names and most famous poets were facing dwindling audiences due to the stiff, formal, monotonous, and even flat-out-boring nature of poetry readings (usually in libraries or bookstores)
  • So what changed? Passion! Power! Performance! Marc Kelly Smith wanted to steer spoken poetry away from the highly specialized (or often non-existent) audience of highbrow poetry aficionados to the general public.
  • It worked! Despite the scoffers and naysayers, Smith started hosting ‘Poetry Slams’ in Chicago during the summer of 1986 at the Get Me High Lounge.
  • Just three years later, in 1989, Smith had kicked off the National Slam competition in San Francisco. By the competition’s second year (back in Chicago) it had sold out to over 700 audience members – the biggest poetry event The Windy City had witnessed in decades.
  • Today, Poetry Slam competitions and Slam open mic nights are held all over the world from Boston to Bosnia.

Information pulled from: Smith, Marc Kelly. The Spoken Word Revolution: Slam, Hip-hop & the Poetry of a New Generation. Naperville, Ill.: Source MediaFusion, 2003. Print.

The “RULES” of slam:

While the rules can be different depending on where you go, and Slam is more about creative performance than competition, but there are a few generally adhered to “rules.”


  1. 3 Minute Cap – Limiting slammers to three minutes per poem (with a ten second grace period) keeps Slams from falling back into the stagnant territory of poetry readings where authors might drone on for upwards of ten or fifteen minutes (usually losing their audience’s attention on the way).
  2. Audience Judges – Judging is generally done in two ways (but both are audience based)
    1. Audience members are pulled at random by the host and asked to judge.
    2. The host judges whose Slam was best by audience feedback (clapping, thumbs up, stomping etc.)
  3. Scored 0 – 10 – If judging is done via the 2a method above, judges usually grade on a scale of 0-10 which can occasionally go up to 30 or even infinite if a Slammer knocks it out of the park.
  4. What do I win? – Slam prizes can be anything from a free drink to a bunch of money but mostly Slammers participate to get their poems out there and try to win for bragging rights and respect.


Slam resources: killer poets and where to find them:

Marc Kelly Smith: 
The author of Slam himself. Enough said.
www.marckellysmith.com or check out his official foundation: www.poetryslam.com 

Shane Koyczan:
Canadian Spoken Word artist and Slam Poet. Winner of the 2000 National Poetry Slam
http://www.shanekoyczan.com/ (Check out Spotify for his three spoken word albums, they will jolt your mind and crack your heart wide open)

Sierra DeMulder:
Two-time National Poetry Slam champion and one of the most recognizable young women in the world of Slam Sierrademulder.tumblr.com

Jack McCarthy:
Winner of numerous Slam awards and a brilliant, hilarious, Slam poet who sadly passed in 2013 www.standupoet.net (Check out his poem, ‘Careful What You Ask For’)

Button Poetry:
Button Poetry is one of many groups that promote Slam. Check it out to see some great poets like Neil Hilborn. www.buttonpoetry.com

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Disney Poem

I'm going to update this post when I'm not exhausted but I wanted to get this poem up now. I felt like it's been a long time since I wrote a mushy gushy love poem. I also wanted to write a longer slam poem than usual. So here's the combination of those two. Straight up for now. I'll probably make edits and add photos soon. In the mean time, let me know what you think and enjoy!



The Disney Poem [Tentative Title]

When I was a kid and I woke up with a headache and a sore throat I used to smile. Not because I was a masochist or some delirious mess but because it meant that I didnt have to get dressed and go to school. That fever was a reliever from any and all scholarly grievances. It meant that Id get to spend the entire day in my dinosaur pajamas eating banana popsicles.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Hats and Sunbeams in February



It's one o'clock and time to leave work. I throw on my coat and gloves and pull on the crocheted 'My Neighbour Totoro' hat that my mom made me for my birthday. I push open the back door to Robert Frost building on the Southern New Hampshire University campus. I'm twenty-five, it's February, and I'm single.

The sun has been engulfed by the dense grey clouds above and the sidewalk is glazed with snow and ice. I shuffle along past Belknap building and hold my breath inconspicuously when I come to the exit where the international students crowd to smoke and speak into their cellphones in loud foreign languages. The air is stifled there by the strange brands of cigarettes that reek of some inexplicable smell, like burnt pine needles or sour evergreen. Once I'm clear, I let out my breath and descend the stairs.

I come to the large stone memorial plaque, dedicated to the school by the class of some-year-or-another, and stand at the edge of the crosswalk. I look left, then right, then left once more before I start to cross. That's when I see her. She is bundled up in a warm winter coat with the hood pulled just over her head. Her sandy blonde hair falling around the sides of her face and disappearing beneath a warm-looking plaid scarf.

She tilts her face up and I see her green eyes brighten in recognition from behind her glasses. But it's not me she recognizes.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Beautiful Things Don't Ask For Attention (Including Slam Poem - Designed)




I want to start this post off with two doses of honesty. 1: I love technology: computers, movies, video games, all that great stuff. 2: I spend too much time sitting in front of screens. It's slightly ironic that a film, in part, opened my eyes to this but that's beside the point. The movie I'm talking about is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. If you haven't seen it yet, go now before it's completely out of theaters and turns all 'ghost cat' for a few months during that in-between the silver-screen and home screen period.

Yes, the film has been called heavy-handed on the 'go live your life' mantra, and it is a bit on the formulaic side, but it more than makes up for both of these so-called 'issues' with it's genuine, inspiring heart and soul, as well as its beautiful cinematography and score/soundtrack.

Interestingly enough, before I even went to go see the film I had been ruminating on the idea of the inherent beauty in this world, and how we often miss it because we're so busy texting and computing and worrying about what we have to do next. The awakening, or renaissance (just because I love that word), came about when I started my car a few months ago and looked up to see that my windshield was covered in the most beautiful design of frost and snowflakes. It looked like someone had taken a spirograph and mathematically calculated out a design entirely unique and specific to my ol' Trailblazer's windshield.

This was a few days before I heard the news that Paul Walker had died. Scanning through some of the articles that were posted in the aftermath, I found two beautiful quotes from the much-loved celebrity, humanitarian, and generally all-around nice guy:

Monday, January 20, 2014

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember When I Used to Have a Blog That One Time?



It's funny how the best of intentions mean nothing if you don't follow through. You know how people always say "well it's the thought that counts"? I don't think that's right. I think it's the following through with that thought that counts. Are you picking up on the hypocriticism... hypocriticality... hypocriticalness... the fact that I'm being hypocritical here? If not, take a moment to see the date of my last post. I'll wait.

Okay, are you back? Good. Yeah, I feel like a blogger that posts every two and a half years is probably not going to get very many people to read his or her work. Either that or the uber-elusive nature and low-to-non-existent frequency is so tantalizing that this very post will receive thousands of views because of the incredible anticipation (that's my understanding of supply and demand, anyway) I've kept my fanbase waiting in. What is the minimum number of fans required to call it a 'fanbase' anyway?

Okay, so before I lose you with my ramblings - but really that's why you came, right? - this is all to say that I intend to start blogging again. (Please hold your applause until the end of the post). So expect more writing snippets, rambling thoughts, slam poems, movie/game/book/music talk and reviews, and of course general shenanigans and I'll do my best not to disappoint you.

Before you move on to the newer posts with actual writing content in them, though, I thought perhaps I should give a brief update of what I've been up to in those past two and a half years. And so as not to bore you (further), I'll do it in semi-Seussical rhyme.

When last we left off,
With the fellow named Gentry,
He'd written about games,
For his final blog entry.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Fire of Faith



The Fire of Faith
            The bonfire snapped and cracked as its flames bounded around the small pile of wood beneath it. Even though the night was not an abnormally cool one for late summer, I stretched out my hands and felt the searing warmth of the fire. I looked over to see Jesse and Tommy laughing in the flickering orange light. A hand clamped down upon my shoulder, and I turned to see Jon’s figure emerge as he steadied himself to climb over the crude log bench I was sitting upon. The deafening roar of the crickets and bullfrogs and the chatter of the youth surrounding the campfire was then broken by a single commanding voice.
            “All right, before we begin tonight, does anyone have anything they’d like to share?” The Wednesday night youth leader of our church was sitting on a log next to the fire.
~

Monday, May 2, 2011

Yoko Shimomura

Since all of my writing time has been dedicated to a paper for my finals this week I thought I'd upload an older research paper I wrote about one of my favorite composers. It was written about a year or so ago but I think it's still pretty solid. Make sure to listen to the links afterward for the full experience. Enjoy.

Yoko Shimomura

 

What is commonly referred to as “classical” music has come a very long way. Starting from the humblest beginnings of simpler instruments and uncomplicated compositions in the medieval ages, through the more elaborate compositions of the Baroque period, to the unforgettable symphonies and movements of the Classical and Romantic periods; music clearly has a legacy as varied and evolving as history itself. It seems like this legacy has arrived today most commonly (to the mass public at least) alongside the mediums of theatre and film. Asking someone off of the street for the name of a late twentieth century composer, the most common reply would probably be film-scoring mastermind John Williams.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Boggling Gardener

Since I haven't posted anything in ten days - I was actually busier than I thought this Spring break and really didn't feel too inspired unfortunately - I thought I would take a few minutes now to copy/paste an essay I wrote last month for my Nonfiction Workshop class. I believe I got an A- on it (which I'm quite pleased about) but definitely let me know what you think with a comment below. I really will try to post something else before the week is done but since I do have another paper or two to write I can't make any promises. Stay tuned though and enjoy the essay below.

The Boggling Gardener
            Though both of my parents come from fairly large families, I can’t recall a time when we lived within the same city (let alone the same state or province) as any of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins. At first, this might seem like a negative circumstance, but growing up it felt grander to me to see my relatives after a long family drive to a distant land. More than any other location, though, I yearned for the times when we would travel to Sault St. Marie, Ontario, to visit my grandparents. It didn’t matter that the drive from Montreal, Quebec to Sault St. Marie was roughly twelve hours long. When we eventually pulled up the dirt road to that quaint yellow house my grandfather built with his own two hands over half-a-century ago, the rush of nostalgia and the fresh country air made it all worthwhile.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dead Ringer

Hello everyone. Guess what? I'm finished finals! Hurray! To celebrate I thought I'd post the short story I wrote a few days ago for my Context of Writing class. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy!


Dead Ringer
            The cool night air hung deeply upon the grounds of the graveyard as Don solemnly marched along. The heavy flashlight shook slightly in his old wrinkled palms. At the age of 68, the spring in his step had long faded and his nearly twenty years of maintenance and security at West Portland Cemetery had recently begun to wear on him. The job was indeed a quiet one, and old Don Macabre enjoyed working in the fresh air, but the recent passing of his son Dennis had been incredibly difficult on him. As he drew nearer to his son’s grave he grimaced and paused for a moment to take a deep breath. A dark movement entered the periphery of his vision and he turned to see the silhouette of a man a few yards away.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Poetry Portfolio 2: Rhetoric Strikes Back

Hey everyone,
So I have a few minutes before class and I realized I haven't posted in a while so I thought I'd go ahead and add some more poems since the first blog post got so many hits. Also, expect the year in review lists for music, video games, movies and possibly more to begin soon (especially since I'll be finished classes pretty soon).

So without further ado, here's a handful more of poems I've written. Let me know what you think.


Saturday, November 27, 2010

Poetry Portfolio

So I realized I haven't really posted too much of my actual writing on this blog yet and thought that I'd randomly choose tonight to do so (that way I also keep it from going another week without a post). Just a quick little update and brief overview before I get to copying and pasting below.

Firstly, I finally completely beat Kirby's Epic Yarn (100% completion... w00t) and I have to say that it is quite fantastic. I have fallen in love with the soundtrack and spent a large amount of time trying to find it to put on my iPod yesterday.