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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

"The Worst Poem Ever," by M.C Buttamilk, aka Jamie DeWolf

"The Worst Poem Ever," by M.C Buttamilk aka Jamie DeWolf.
DeWolf dedicates this poem to all SlamMasters and hosts of open mics across this great land. Repping for the worst shit possible. Filmed live at the Tourettes Without Regrets show at the Oakland Metroby Gabriel Hurley.

Jamie DeWolf at the Starry Plough in Berkeley, Calif., 2008.
Jamie DeWolf, aka Jamie Kennedy (not to be confused with the other comedian Jamie Kennedy), began performing in 1997. He is best known for his work with the slam poetry trio, The Suicide Kings.
DeWolf appeared on HBO’s Def Poetry, has helped tutor drama students at the Youth Empowerment School, a high school in East Oakland, Calif., founded and hosts the monthly vaudeville poetry show, Tourettes Without Regrets. 

DeWolf has characterized this show as "Sex, drugs and spoken word."
His work has been well-received; in 2001 the San Francisco Chronicle characterized DeWolf as "a nationally recognized slam poet."

Interestingly, DeWolf is also the great-grandson of Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard, through Hubbard's eldest son Ronald DeWolf, who best known for his estrangement from and public criticism of his father.

I first met Jamie DeWolf - then still Jamie Kennedy - at a cypher in a hotel room at the 2001 National Poetry Slam in Seattle, performing a group poem that had gotten his team disciplined for numerous rule violations ranging from extra poets (not on their team, including Shane Koyczan from Vancouver, also the same time I met him, but I digress) on stage, going way over time, and in general causing a ruckus. While I was not at the bout to see the poem in competition, the rehash in the hotel room was offensively hysterical.

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