July 11, 2009 • 2:40 pm 1
I have a confession to make: I don’t actually read a lot of poetry.
Now, before you start throwing full wine bottles at your computer screens, let me offer this as a cop-out; I enjoy listening to Spoken poetry. I’m going to give you some examples of the type of stuff I listen to here and allow you to draw your own conclusions.
Amir Sulaiman.
Saul Williams.
Rives.
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July 9, 2009 • 2:05 pm 0
Disease microscope. Basin or metro city? Crooked as a dog’s hind leg. Rivers of flesh. Psychopomp. A little wild ride. Tacks, burboun and ox blood. Fire axe. A knife independant on all angles, blade like a chisel’s edge circle cutter. Police office Malcolm Fillon. Hook beast. Confess to everyone’s sins. Swelling in the x brain spot.
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July 9, 2009 • 2:01 pm 0
He walked in carrying something more powerful than a gun, or a knife, or a club; it was a black briefcase, and that could only mean trouble.
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July 9, 2009 • 1:59 pm 0
His instincts were screaming at him to drop the tools, get out, leave the country. In five hours he’d be out of the country: no name, no history, no fingerprints. Lighter than air. Just finish up. That’s all it takes.
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July 9, 2009 • 1:54 pm 0
“What the fuck are you gonna do with a woman who won’t do what she’s told?” she said, “You’re a goddamn coward, you wouldn’tknow what to do with her.” She took a thick drag and blew it at me, and I could smell the acid and alcohol skirting around under the blue smoke. I could try to get another girl, but genetics was standing my way
It was always something.
So that was why I listened to her swear at me, pummel me with her fists and held back her thin little pigtails while she threw up all over her shitty apartment – because I’m a gentle man and I didn’t have any other options. If my English teachers could see me now!
I hate her and she hates me, but she lets me stay because I bring her cheap little bottles of poison and stroke her ego, and I come along because I heard she wasnt exactly christian and I’m an equal opportunist like that. It turns out to be that every girl is a christian when I turn to face them, so I figure I’m Medusa too.
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On last week’s show..
