Sandra Cisneros: People remembered and people observed.

Yes, I know this video has been posted everywhere but there is so much more happening here than just some Iowa bashing.

I’m diggin the questions about the relevance of literature to low-income urban folks. The real real is this: a poem will not change the circumstances of life. Poets need to remember that a poem is a battle and not the war. You win some, you lose some. Folks listen and are moved, folks listen and are not moved. Folks read and are inspired, folks read and don’t care. And that’s just if you can actually get someone to read or listen to your work.

Back to the interview and Cisneros’ end comment of self-doubt and pressure from the community Yes, that same ‘community’ that’s supposed to always be there no matter what, but, way too often, becomes the same kind of institutional noose that stifles a writer if they seek to speak for themselves instead of the group that forced her to ask the big question: What do *I* really want?

The full interview can be found at WNYC’s Leonard Lopate Show.

April Readin’


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I picked up all those books in the pic to the right at SPD’d Open House a few weeks back. I’d love to say I read them all in the past month but April was all about new poems and very little reading. No worries, though, still got to go to some great readings and have been reading bits and pieces of two (so far) excellent books in Days I Moved Through Ordinary Sounds and Vegan Soul Kitchen.

• The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop by Saul Williams
• Rattlesnake Grass: Selected Shorter Poems, 1956-1976 by John Oliver Simon
• The Book of Perceptions by Truong Tran

Tonight – One Night Only


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Tony Brown just did a poetry feature of all new poems, read them once, and then promptly discarded the poems–forever. He calls it a “rip up reading” and I like the idea.

The most intriguing thing is the idea of memory: what we witness, what we recall, and what we pass on as story. For me, this process of stitching memory is the heart of poetry. So what would we do, as the audience, at an event we are told will never be repeated? Listen real close, would be my best guess. Not just for our own personal memories but also to have something to pass on.

As a performer, this raises the stakes for a live poetry reading. Every pause, every enunciation, every silence has to be just right, cuz if you blow it, there’s no going back for the poet or the audience.

Yeah, I’m feeling this kind of challenge and would recommend it for any poet who feels they rely too much on performance to get their poems across. I would try this exercise out myself if I was still hitting a regular circuit of open mics with the same core group of listeners. But who knows, if I ever finished one manuscript and was looking for a jump start for the next project, I’d try this exercise out to see what I’d write, how’d I perform it, and then see what sticks around.

From Tony Brown’s Livejournal:
The rationale behind the rip up reading is two fold.

First and foremost, it is to create a heightened, ritualized sense of the fundamentally ephemeral nature of a live performance. (Hence, the secrecy beforehand and the volunteer, the no recording, etc. It’s a ritual process and requires ritual boundaries to work.) To emphasize that these moments between poet and audience are irreproducible, and that no amount of chapbook reading, video viewing, or listening to a recording can truly recapture what happens in the moment of the night, and that we need to seize the moment and give it our attention — and that goes for performer and audience.

Second, it’s to illustrate the importance of being willing to bring it all out there and then leave it all onstage — both for poet and audience. By its very nature, if you want to do this right, you have to deliver a set of work that has blood in it — personal, revealing work that stretches your own boundaries as writer and as performer. If you’re going to do this, you can’t bring weak shit up there to be destroyed. It has to hurt you to see it go, or letting it go means nothing at all. The audience needs to recognize that hurt in you without pitying you — a fine line to walk.

Read the full entry here.

It’s been a long time I shouldn’t have left you/Without a strong rhyme to step to

“Dement, Jurne” Uploaded by Heart of Oak

Damn, I miss blogging. I know this isn’t the common sentiment and it’s more fashionable to compare the blog to Sisyphus’ boulder but I miss dropping my observations, sharing poems and tracking my current growth as a writer. On the flip side, I am enjoying this new material I’ve been working on and having my poems surprise me with a demand for new language and fresh scenarios stemming from my own experience and studies but branching out into some unexpected places.

It’s been a hectic April with some great highs including:
• Completing the 30/30 challenge! Yes, I was late and doubled-up on at least two days but the bottom line is there are thirty drafts to work on. (Twenty-nine, really, the first poem “Heaven Below” was in my head for almost a whole year before finally typing it out and hashing through it.) Anyways, now that I’ve completed the NaPoWriMo challenge, I don’t think I’ll do it again. If I can do it in April, I should be doing it all the time.
• Heaven Below. It feels good to have a new chapbook and move from the editing to the revision stage with this group of poems, some of which are two years old.
• Apply yourself. April saw me apply for two big time workshops. I was lucky to have a week off at the beginning of the month so I could get them both done without dropping the ball on the Poem-A-Day and the new chap.
• And the winner is… VONA! Yeah, party people, I have been accepted to Willie Perdomo’s Poetry Collection Workshop this summer for VONA’s 10th anniversary year. I can not wait to get my developing MS workshopped.
• Still waiting on the other mystery workshop. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
• ♪It takes two to make a thing go right/It takes two to make it outta sight♫ Barb and I featured for Eth-Noh-Tec and busted out some poetic dialogue that was off the chain. After we intro’ed ourselves, we just went right into the work in a call-and-response format where each poem “spoke” to the next poem. It ended with us doing a collab version of “About B-Boys” and “(t)here.” One of my happiest moments on stage, ever.
• Back to the Bx! Huge thanks to Tara Betts who brought her copy of Heaven Below to a writing workshop with a Pre-G.E.D. group at West Farms Library in the Bronx. Betts tells me they really dug the title poem and copies were made and passed out. People, this is a dream come true. My poems read and shared in a Bronx Library, read with folks from the neighborhoods I was raised in. Oh man, this is why I write and why I need to write more. Thanks, Tara.
• More Tara. Be on the lookout for Betts’ debut poetry collection coming out this year.
• What’s slam poetry? I spent my morning yesterday teaching 12th graders about slam. Well, that’s what the teacher asked me to do but it quickly went right into “Ok, there is slam and there is literature. Let’s talk about where they meet and talk about poetry.” I had my cliche moment where the teacher tells me kids who normally don’t write poems are producing some great work. Guess what? They did. And cliche be damned it felt good.

That’s the quick breakdown with more reading reports, I Speak of the City poems, and randomness coming back to the blog soon.

Every day is a miracle when you’re a poet. Every day. Word.