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babylon-crashing · 6 months

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Q: As a poet, which performance place do you like to recite your poems?

In the beginning ...

… it really came down to which location had the best acoustics, since more often than not you’re trying to perform while a dozen different background noises do their best to drown you out. Book shops (the photos on the left were taken at Schuler's Books) were better than cafes and their espresso machines that would make the most horrific noises every time someone ordered a coffee. The Milan train station, on the other hand, while having fabulous acoustics was a hopeless cause since the audience clearly didn’t come here to listen to a lisping American read poetry in English. They were more concerned about getting to their trains and I was simply one more obstacle in their way.

I would say that the most interesting place I’ve preformed, so far, is at the sacred temple, Garni, dating back to pre-Christian Armenia.

I don’t actually have a whole lot of photos of myself performing; partly because we didn’t have camera phones back in the 1980s and early 90s but mainly because the friend of mine who did bring his camera wherever he went has since passed on and I had other things on my mind besides asking, “I know you’re actively dying but could you get your hospice nurse to look around your office and see if you have any photos of me?” Whatever photos he did take have long since vanished from this earth.

… and yes, in the last photo this is what Alcohol Bloat looks like. It would be several years after this photo was taken in the Muskegon public library (again, great acoustics) before I started Recovery and AA.

#selfies #performance poetry #open mic #ars poetica

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eabwriting2023 · 27 days

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#creative writing #writing #poetry #performance poetry #acrostic

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thedepartmentofdiscoveries · 1 year

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(I MARRIED A) MONSTER FROM OUTER SPACE - John Cooper Clarke.

The milky way she walks around

All feet firmly off the ground

Two worlds collide, two worlds collide

Here comes the future bride

Gimme a lift to the lunar base

I wanna marry a monster from outer space

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I fell in love with an alien being

Whose skin was jelly – whose teeth were green

She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare

Feet like water wings – purple hair

I was over the moon – I asked her back to my place

Then I married the monster – from outer space

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The days were numbered – the nights were spent

In a rent free furnished oxygen tent

When a cyborg chef served up moon beams

Done super rapid on a laser beam

I needed nutrition to keep up the pace

When I married the monster from outer space

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We walked out – tentacle in hand

You could sense that the earthlings would not understand

They’d go.. nudge nudge …when we got off the bus

Saying it’s extra-terrestial – not like us

And it’s bad enough with another race

But fuck me… a monster …from outer space

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In a cybernetic fit of rage

She pissed off to another age

She lives in 1999

With her new boyfriend – a blob of slime

Each time I see her translucent face

I remember the monster from outer space

#john cooper clarke #poetry #punk poetry #punk poet #the best of british #british poet #(i married a) monster from outer space #sci fi #science fiction #cw: cursing #tw: cursing #performance poet #performance poetry

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katieodo · 3 days

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My Periodical Outburst

I’m at the pharmacy, buying tampons

I’m walking down the aisle

There are pregnancy tests right next to the pads I need to file

I smile at them.

“You’re the whole reason I’m in this mess.”

Literally. I’ve stained every dress I’ve ever owned

And every mattress in every home I’ve ever had

And it’s painful and I feel this pressure crushing vaguely at all of my organs,

You know, the ones I need to breath and move and work and go to school

God, I’ve missed so many weeks of my life for this

Weeks I should be preparing to look fondly back on

Once I’ve had the child this is all for, my peak years.

It’s like a test from God

What is it with him and tests? They’re everywhere…

Do I want a kid? Is this just a phase? In any case,

I’ll be well prepared for searing pain and lying sleepless in my bed

Shit. I’m making a strange face at the shelves

And the guy stood by the Durex has seen me stressed

And it’s something he just doesn’t get

He thinks I’m pregnant. Bet.

I’m right. He tuts as he turns the corner:

“Shoulda used one-a these,” he quips to himself

Not quiet enough to spare me with a whisper

“Dickhead.”

Not quiet enough to spare him either.

I look back at the price tag.

What- the fuck??

It’s gone up since I looked at that condom guy

£4.20

Maybe I should buy the tests now too,

As preparation for inflation.

Speaking of, the line is growing.

What’s the betting the price hits £5 before I get back to my bed?

It’s all money and preparation.

Money, preparation, and pain

As preparation for pain

As preparation for the next generation and theirs.

That’s why I’m hoping for a boy,

So my child can be spared.

#poetry #slam poetry #performance poetry #writing #katie odonnell #katieodo

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carminamasoliver · 17 days

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Freelance Reflections #129

I’m a little unsure whether last week’s post went through, but I will continue where I left off. I’ve been trying to focus on reading for my university assignments now I have the bones of the writing down. I honestly feel like I have a year’s worth of writing that I need to do in the next month. I’ve tried to use Trello to manage it, but I’ve slipped behind some deadlines already and some of the…

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clivethings-to-say · 2 months

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Animal Welfare

Greenwashing, history washing - let's start on cruelty washing, today.

Animal welfare stops, for some reason, when one has no voice. If you can’t scream, you feel no pain – apparently. Ask an angler. Sport Unwind, sport underlined, but ill defined,hanging on a line.Yeh! Call it sport!After all, it's only partial pain As the line winds and unwinds.Excruciating covers it - just.If evolution had given meA vocal cordyou'd hear screamsAnd animal rightlers wouldPut…

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#angler #angling #animal welfare #cruelty #evolution #green issues #performance poetry #Poetry

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stitchwitchsapprentice · 1 year

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This started as an example project for my students. But I had so much fun, I might decide to make a regular go of it.

#original poetry #slam poetry #performance poetry #ESL #weird names #teacher life #Youtube

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nijaded · 1 year

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Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

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swannsways · 2 months

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The Holdovers was a little movie that we made in Boston, about three people that came together to form a little family.

#da'vine joy randolph #paul giamatti #dominic sessa #the holdovers #my gifs #filmgifs #dailyflicks #moviegifs #bafta 2024 #THAT'S MY FAMILY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #what a speech!!#just as phenomenal as her performance in the film #TO KNOW YOU IS TO LOVE YOU #I CRY EVERY TIME I SAY YOUR NAME #my god ik she invented love and family and poetry

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apassionformustard · 2 years

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Groundhog’s Shadow

The feeling comes back, somehow unexpectedly. Like the buds of a naked tree branch, once stripped and ashen, now covered in sores and sap.

The feeling comes back even though we had long accepted its barren wood. Our chins grown sweaty from our palms’ caress, the jaw gone slack from staring. The window pane’s film becoming part of my natural world.

The exact day of its return can never be known. Like the groundhog who looks anywhere but the eye of the camera, who sees his shadow stretch oblong, disappointing us. I was once a young girl with her empty easter basket, ripping the hay apart in fistfuls, eager. Finding nothing and nothing and nothing.

Now that the feeling has returned, I have forgotten the weight of my solitude. It feels nice and warm and lazy. I’ve grown weak as the fetus of our love feeds from our blood. I don’t realize how quickly this leeching can starve me.

I am burrowed in my hideaway. They are cheering and coaxing me to the light. How do I tell them that I can’t stand the shiny white beneath me? I can’t bear to see their faces as the smile lines melt and wet my skin.

In my cave, I am bathing in shadow. They hate that, I know, but this is what makes me sleep safely.

I’ll stay one more night, I think. I’ll hear my own pulse applaud for me.

#poetry #spilled ink #creative writing #spoken word #poem #poem a day #poet #words #prose #personal #slam #writing #performance poetry #poetic #spilled in prose #toronto

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carpevelo · 2 years

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CARPE VELO : Road Race - POEM of the MONTH!

For the first time ever, I posted one of my performance poems to my literary/cycling blog. Based upon the San Ardo road race in the Salinas Valley, CA. May I suggest when you read it, to add emphasis to the words/phrases followed by an exclamation point.

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #slam poetry #performance poetry

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eabwriting2023 · 2 months

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SEEN. A poem for International Women’s Day.

#creative writing #writing #poetry #performance poetry #internationalwomensday

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7times12is84 · 2 years

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I've be an reading up on John Cooper Clarke, a "punk poet" who has done performance poetry since the 70's. He was on an episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, where he wrote a poem specifically for the occasion and it really spoke to me.

I have two favourites of the poems I have read so far, for very different reasons. A Distant Relation is amazing because it really captures the pressure of dealing with extended family, something I understand first hand.

But the other is his one and only haiku.

Haiku

To-con-vey one's mood

In sev-en-teen syll-able-s

Is ve-ry dif-fic

-John Cooper Clarke

#literary genius #john cooper clarke #punk poet #performance poetry #he's such a cool guy

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lucidloving · 7 months

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Charles Bukowski, "Hurry Slowly" // uquiz by VoteforDaffy // @ka3l // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov // Soozey Lipsey, 'Your Show Must Go On'

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moonstoast · 2 years

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i can change everything about me to fit in

brand new city by mitski // i, tonya (2017) // jennifer’s body (2009) // black swan (2010) // euphoria (s2 ep7) // regarding the röttgen pietà by elle emerson // femme bougie by gérard lartigue // fleabag // a taxi by euginiya dudnikova // shame is an ocean by mary lambert

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carminamasoliver · 29 days

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Freelance Reflections #127

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