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An Untitled Slam Poem Wednesday. 1.21.09 5:35 pm is is a poem I'm going to use in a poetry Slam this Sunday, if I can get accommodated properly due to my speech impairment. It'll be my first official Slam ever. I'm not expecting to win, although it's nice to dream about that, I just want to do it to prove I can. To prove that just because you don't talk exactly normally doesn't mean you have to give up anything you really like. Please comment. I'm still open to editing suggestions. ***** It makes sense, given my God decreed verbal difficulties and organizer�s soul that I should love the written word, especially the politically motivated written word. Words like those spoken by Woodrow Wilson and burned, by women wanting suffrage, from jail cell garbage bins. And I do love the written word; composing paper-based communiqu�s has been my primary partner contributing more bacon to bank account than any of my other endeavors. We�ve been wedded for more years than I�ve been alive and, I, for the most part, was singularly and faithfully devoted to her. My infidelity with and to slam (my primary�s oft bastard sister) began the first time I encountered her; diva of verbally based gymnastics. She was- I understood destined to become this wordsmith�s longstanding mistress. How was I, word goddess wannabe whose tongue sometimes twists over non-performance syllables despite my best effort, to modify, accommodate, transform slam into art form I could conquer. Introducing the echoer, often, of late, a New York Jew woman poet whose perfect diction rivals any Southern preacher I�ve heard or my college musician roommate who has sung my words previous, or, infrequently, unsuspecting assistant suddenly drafted into role of speaking words on whichever tongue I choose to barrow that still renders them always, always mine. The latest in a life made possible by adjustments, both self and colleague created that grant girl poet the freedom to have the existence she elects. I hope my dual loves, both daughters of Brighid goddess of our pagan Gaelic past, whom I discovered thanks to Google find my proposed polyamorous arrangement acceptable. . Comment! (0) | Recommend! | Categories: poetry [t], slam [t] |
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