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    4 years ago
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    "Hysteria"

    by TS Eliot

  • Text Post
    5 years ago
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    Whitman: a child said, What is the grass?

    A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

    I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

    Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?

    Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation.

    Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

    And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

    Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them; It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps, And here you are the mother's laps.

    This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

    O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

    I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

    What do you think has become of the young and old men? What do you think has become of the women and children?

    They are alive and well somewhere; The smallest sprouts show there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceased the moment life appeared.

    All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

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  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Hannah Johnson: "Harrison Ford's Biceps"

    Vancouver Poetry Slam. Hannah Johnson, spoken word poem: "Harrison Ford's Biceps."

  • Text Post
    5 years ago
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    Whitman: A promise to California

    A promise to California, Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon: Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, to teach robust American love; For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you, inland, and along the Western Sea; For These States tend inland, and toward the Western Sea--and I will also.

  • Text Post
    5 years ago
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    Whitman: "O Hymen! O hymenee!"

    O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would soon certainly kill me?

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Naim Owens: "Muslim Remedy"

    Naim Owens spoken word poem, "Muslim Remedy." YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/NemoOwens Twitter: https://twitter.com/NaimOwens Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheFloet

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Michael Claude - Lullaby For a Hyacinth

    Michael Claude competed in the Vancouver Poetry Slam Semi Finals #1 on March 26th. This is Michael's poem Lullaby For a Hyacinth

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Mike Epps: "I Love the Hood"

    Mike Epps - "I Love the Hood" on Def Jam Poetry

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Kevin Homes: A toast to the death of hip hop

    Kevin Holmes from Santa Cruz at Café Culture in Chico, CA. 2010.

  • Text Post
    5 years ago
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    Whitman: Native moments

    Native moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now!

    Give me now libidinous joys only!

    Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!

    To-day, I go consort with nature’s darlings—to-night too;

    I am for those who believe in loose delights—I share the midnight orgies of young men;

    I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers;

    The echoes ring with our indecent calls;

    I take for my love some prostitute—I pick out some low person for my dearest friend,

    He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate—he shall be one condemn’d by others for deeds done;

    I will play a part no longer—Why should I exile myself from my companions?

    O you shunn’d persons! I at least do not shun you,

    I come forthwith in your midst—I will be your poet,

    I will be more to you than to any of the rest.

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  • Text Post
    5 years ago
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    Whitman: To a Passing Stranger

    Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

    You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)

    I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

    All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

    You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

    I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,

    You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

    I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

    I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

    I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Naim Owens: A Daughter in Islam

    Spoken word poem "A Daughter in Islam" by Naim Owens.

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Johnny Tornado: Punk Rock Love Poem

    Johnny Tornado recorded live on June 6, 2009 at Cafe Coda in Chico California at the first ever Chico Poetry Slam's Summertime Invitational... In Front of a standing room only crowd here is Johnny in Round One doing "Punk Rock Love Poem&quo ...

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Chris Tse: I'm Sorry I'm a Christian

    "Chris Tse was the 1st place winner on the 21st of December with a score of 57.3 with his poem I'm Sorry I'm a Christian. Make sure to check out more of Chris at: www.facebook.com/tselikec www.twitter.com/chris_tse www.youtube.com/tse ...

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    5 years ago
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    Katie Makkai - Pretty

    Katie Makkai - spoken word Poem "Pretty." Transcript can be found here: http://dianasmanylifetimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/katie-makkai-pretty.html

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    5 years ago
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    [shameless self plug] Acid Fire Love

    My 14-part poem, *ACID FIRE LOVE: a postmodern sonnet* is available for free download on Amazon until Friday... It is a psychotropic explosion of literary flavors, and I think you should read it. Either that, or it's a mishmashed bowl of pig sa ...

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    The History of Twerking

    Spoken word: an oral history of twerking

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    5 years ago
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    Marshall Davis Jones : "Touchscreen"

    Marshall Soulful Jones, part of Team Nuyorican 2011, 2nd place finishers at the National Poetry Slam in Boston, performs "Touchscreen". The Bowery Poetry Club NY

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    5 years ago
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    Adelle Givens - That Shit Ain't Funny on Def Jam Poetry

    Adelle Givens - That Shit Ain't Funny on Def Jam Poetry

  • Video/Audio
    5 years ago
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    Kanye West: Self Conscious (Def Jam Poetry)

    Kanye West - Self Conscious on Def Jam Poetry