I took this picture at the Scoot Inn, in Austin. I read it about 50 times alternating between rage and confusion.
I took this picture at the Scoot Inn, in Austin. I read it about 50 times alternating between rage and confusion. What the FUCK is a poetry slam? More to the point, why the fuck is poetry slam? I feel like a Jamaican fuming over the price of mangos in America when I see ads for these things. They are the ultimate beehives in my collective sonnets! Do we really need to make poetry sound extreme? I just see a piece of writing with rollerblades on when I think POETRY SLAM! A room of salon-dreads, brand new back- to-school clothes, squinting eyes, hand crafted jewelry and nodding heads. It’s like a C.S.I. club on steroids.
STOP SLAMMING! STOP MOSHING!
Look at this. JESUS! I can’t even understand these people it doesn’t even sound like English!