Smokin' Word
Ha its interesting how the writers block I had for months has completely dissipated and Ive been writing up a storm. As of recent Ive been writing out my boonkiehole and actually gettin my arse out into the general public to not only listen to some amazing
spoken smokin' word but actually keep my arse humble by communing with the microphone.
It's always amazing to me how different words can be on a page vs. being performed. I have pieces I wouldn't perform on a mic because the movement is more cerebral and keeping a crowds attention does not include heavy stuff the audience have to sift through mentally. When I write I reall don't care if it's absorbed or not. I just need to get it out my head. Not the case when your performing a piece. It must be instant gratification otherwise dont bother. So, no the stage is usually not the place for that super cryptic deepness. Sometimes you gotta just keep *ish simple. It is always entertaining to see people get up on stage and just about pour out any and every bit of everything they might have at any given moment to a group of strangers. It feels like the china buffet, all you can eat. It's lovely to peep the various styles and techniques. It just as interesting to listen to spoken word artist and then look at the same artist work on a page. I guess it never really feels the same, either way. Yes, they are two different worlds, spoken word and written prose. Someplace in between I'd like to think they intersect, no doubt. Not everyone can pull off both though. I'd like to, I aspire to. BUT YO memorizing poems be fuggin blowing me! I done smoked too much THC in my life. The brain cells malfunction like a mofo. Open Mic's definitely keep me humble. Between memorizing, having the right joint to spit for any given night be a trip. People amaze me with these 5 minute epics they spit. I sit in awe, like daaaaaayum, if I could write one that long not to mention remember one that long. My attention span is short though. AYY DEE DEE.
I thought t was hard to write, blog, post my writing, share my writing. Doesn't help that I'm a bit stingy. But it's a whole different story taking my.story to a stage and pour my heart all over it. There isn't a place to hide and there isn't a backspace button or edit that can fix a mistake. One shot. Every time is the first impression. I'm a severe case of stage fright. I swear I get the shakes every time. But it's that rush that calls me back. That palpitating heart moment that can jack up poem cause I get these blank moments where I almost forget every word is thrilling. I've learned to deal with the difficulties and definitely love the challenge, fug around Ill freestyle some *ish til I pick up where I lost track. The challenge to hang with some admirable poets and say to my self...I CAN DO THAT *ISH TOO GATDAMNIT motivates. Maybe that's one of my secret competitve nature that I constantly deny ackowledging. The process forces me to give up a piece of me, sharing it with someone who might totally understand. On the best of nights, inspiring someone else to go home and write and recite like others inspire me. I ain't gonna lie, I take notes. Poets are the shit! I get lost in they sauce, all the time. Inspired, intimidated, enveloped in their words, watching feelings radiate, getting hyped off their enthusiasm or schooled by the lack there of. Gawd, it's totally my sedative. It has been for years (the amount I don't dare count). Don't let there be a live band playing some dopeness in the background. *Sigh* a slice of heaven for real that so much reminds me of home.
Yeah, so I got a new place that gives me this piece of mind. Where I can bust a rhyme and get a good drink, and have interesting people make me think. If your ever in the area peep
Apache on a Sunday night. You just might get hooked too.
smokin.words.like.crack
