nps 2005: end day two

louder won in a tightly contested bout that included the french team slamming with subtitles in the background. the venue was sod out, ima guess that the spot holds at least 300. nice!

i had to leave early to bout manage (make sure all procedures are followed) which took a back seat to the fact that my pounding headache may have sumthin to do with the fact that it was 14 hours since i ate anything. after takin care of dat, i got to witness a good bout that had alot of good poetry. who knew?

no after party for ob as i am on the protest/rules committee and i had to take care of sheet. lets say it wasnt that bad but it wasnt that good.

off to sleep as i get to spread the poetry love to some high school kids tomorrow mornin. early tomorrow mornin.

g’night y’all

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the view from pride rock

ed and kyra are here and now the tribe is fully gathered. i was up at 730 which is really 1030 edt so i had mad energy much to the chagrin of my roomie– el profe. some breakfast, some laughs and then ob gets himself a hat! mah very first one. white straw with a navy blue thin red striped band and a small feather. (this is the part where ms ver says “hey poet! can a sistah get a jpeg in this piece?” sorry, no personal cam but ima try to get a pic up soon)

danny solis & all of burque is killin it out here. following up yesterdays succesful welcome reception with todays equally fun opening ceremony. an azteca dance troupe blessed the proceedings and then the teams got to give a one minute speech. some just did straight intros, some did comedy skits, come just spoke from the heart. some were damn god and some really tried hard. united texas (all six teams) sang ‘deep in the heart’ burque brought their entire slam community on stage with them and united nyc also brought their whole entourage as well.

a visit to old town was aight. too commercial but there was an amazing church that had me all awe struck. we searched for Frybread Mama but it seems its closed down. (boo, hiss!)

ed drove us out to the foot of one of the mountains and we hiked for a bit to a REAL view of the southwest. ed took some pics so ima try to get those uploaded on the quick.

louderARTS is about to slam which officially kicks the competition off.

(cue the brad pitt voice) Is there no one else?! IS THERE NO ONE!?!?

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nps 2005: end day one

the welcoming reception was off da hook. beer, sangria & liquor (not that i had any) plus a great southwest buffet (chips, salsa, guacamole, tamales, relleno and chicken wraps, all for free!

good music as well as i see quite the number of familiar faces. just based on this, we are all gonna have an awesome nats.

afterwards, we found a spot to chow down at. “shop at garcia’s. help end gringo food” werd! me thinks i had some of that fried bread beXn was telling me about along with some huevos a la mexicana.

the room parties are going on right now but i aint about that. walked the acentas to their hotel and then soaked in some of late night burque.

so far, so good. even though ed and kyra have yet to show up.

more tomorrow

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does god want me at nationals?

the answer, at this moment, appears to be NO. i am stuck on the tarmac (great word) of houston international airport with zero updates as to when we can leave for ‘burque. the real fkuc.upedness of this situation is that siegel and i did a full Hertz OJ thru the entire length of the airport to get on this plane since our flight out of nyc was delayed and then we were stuck on the runway for quite a bit of time. which was hella cool for the guy sitting next to me, this texan living in brookyn, who drops the gem of poetry on me
texas: whats your sign?
ob: uhmmm, gemini
texas: oh, youre tame. im a scorpio, im not.

punch out, mav! punch out!!
we land in houston and i cant run fast enough. not from texas, he was harmless though he gave his number to me and canadian houseboy. now houston international airport was what i couldnt run fast enough thru.

our flight landed at the far west of the airport and our connecting flight was all the way east and leaving in 15 mins. lets see, bad knees, carry on bags and short legs. not a good combo at this point. thank god that matt powerwalks like a gazelle. i was slowing down hard at one point.
ob: go! go on without me! i’ll catch up..

well, no man left behind is the motto as matt waits at the check in.
“here he is! oscar bermeo is here!!”
like if that means anything outside of the 718.

we make the flight with like 2 minutes to spare. this flight is also on the tarmac for almost an hour BUT at least i have better company. team dc’s christian drake is a student of martin espada, loves lorca, knows the identity of the blue eyed boricua from ‘Alabanza,’ and knows all about dark super heroes. yahtzee!

the delay and the flight was a dream with christian casually dropping this line as we approach abq.
“you cant teach a river to walk a straight line”
ah yeah! currently waiting for the shuttle to bring us to the hotel. the team is here safe. the acentas advance party says burque is all that and some chipolte.

love ya like a cheap pick up line at 30,000 feet

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This is the year…

when acentos started, i dreamed of bringing the BEST latino poets in the country to the bronx. step by step, poem by poem, feature by feature, we have been doing just that. emerging voices and established authors have come through and experienced just a lil bit of down home boogie down hospitality and i am extremely pleased to announce that you can add one more name to that list: Martín Espada.

ah hell yeah! martín has been a source of inspiration to acentos from jump street both in his respect for the word and the manner in which he translates that love of text to the stage.

lemme tell ya, i am JUICED for this one and am ready to leave for new mexico ready to climb the next ladder and make next year even BETTAH than this year.

love ya like if ya made mah dreams come true

Martín Espada

Sandra Cisneros says, “Martín Espada is the Pablo Neruda of North American authors.” Espada was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1957. His seventh collection of poems, Alabanza: New and Selected Poems (1982-2002) was published by Norton in 2003, received the Paterson Award for Sustained Literary Achievement and was named an American Library Association Notable Book of the year. An earlier collection, Imagine the Angels of Bread (Norton, 1996), won an American Book Award and was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Other books of poetry include A Mayan Astronomer in Hell’s Kitchen (Norton, 2000), City of Coughing and Dead Radiators (Norton, 1993), and Rebellion is the Circle of a Lover’s Hands (Curbstone, 1990). He has received numerous awards, including the Robert Creeley Award, the Antonia Pantoja Award, an Independent Publisher Book Award, a Gustavus Myers Outstanding Book Award, the Paterson Poetry Prize, the PEN/Revson Fellowship and two NEA Fellowships. His poems have appeared in The New York Times Book Review, Harper’s, The Nation, and The Best American Poetry. He has also published a collection of essays, Zapata’s Disciple (South End, 1998); edited two anthologies, Poetry Like Bread: Poets of the Political Imagination from Curbstone Press (Curbstone, 1994) and El Coro: A Chorus of Latino and Latina Poetry (University of Massachusetts, 1997); and released a CD of poetry called Now the Dead will Dance the Mambo (Leapfrog, 2004). Much of his writing arises from his Puerto Rican heritage and his work experiences, ranging from bouncer to tenant lawyer. Espada is a professor in the Department of English at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst, where he teaches creative writing, Latino poetry, and the work of Pablo Neruda.

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