This is the official blog of Northern Arizona slam poet Christopher Fox Graham. Begun in 2002, and transferred to blogspot in 2006, FoxTheBlog has recorded more than 670,000 hits since 2009. This blog cover's Graham's poetry, the Arizona poetry slam community and offers tips for slam poets from sources around the Internet. Read CFG's full biography here. Looking for just that one poem? You know the one ... click here to find it.
"nuke the fridge", verb phrase: Nuke the fridge is a colloquialism used to refer to the moment in a film series that is so incredible that it lessens the excitement of subsequent scenes that rely on more understated action or suspense, and it becomes apparent that a certain installment is not as good as a previous installments, due to ridiculous or low quality storylines, events or characters. The term comes from the film Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, in which, near the start of the movie, Harrison Ford's character survives a nuclear detonation by climbing into a kitchen fridge, which is then blown hundreds of feet through the sky whilst the town disintegrates. He then emerges from the fridge with no apparent injury. Later in the movie, the audience is expected to fear for his safety in a normal fistfight. Fans of the Indiana Jones series found the absurdity of this event in the film to be the best example of the lower quality of this installment in the series, and thus coined the phrase, "nuke the fridge". The phrase is also a reference to the phrase "jump the shark", which has the same meaning, only applied to a television series instead of a film series.
A "found poem" is ostensibly a poem that the poet does not write, but instead finds.
"Found poetry" is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning), or by altering the text by additions and/or deletions. The resulting poem can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original.
Found poems take a great deal of effort to locate and rewrite. One of slam poetry's greats is Big Poppa E's "Receipt Found In The Parking Lot Of The Super WalMart," which he readily admits isn't actually a "found poem" but easily could have been.
If you can, try "finding" a poem from an everyday source.
Big Poppa E is one of poetry slam's greats. He was among the first slam poets I ever saw, way back at Mesa's Essenza Coffeehouse in 2000, when most of my fans were still in elementary school. If you enjoy slam, there are a number of books to have on your shelf, not the least of which is Big Poppa E's Greatest Hits: Poems To Read Out Loud"A special collection of dynamic performance poetry by Big Poppa E, perfect for high school and college speech students to use in competition or anyone who mistakenly thinks they hate poetry! BPE is a spoken word artist and three-time HBO Def Poet who melds rhythmic verse, stand-up comedy, and dramatic monologue into explosive works that skewer pop culture, politics, and the pain and beauty of relationships. His musings have led to appearances on BET's The Way We Do It sketch comedy series, National Public Radio, and CBS's 60 Minutes (although, truth be told, he was only on for about three seconds... but still...)."
Slate.com had a bit of fun in 2003 with found poetry, essentially targeting then-Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld.
Whether this we an attempt as emasculation or just poking fun at his irritating speaking style, Slate.com wrote: "Rumsfeld's poetry is paradoxical: It uses playful language to address the most somber subjects: war, terrorism, mortality. Much of it is about indirection and evasion: He never faces his subjects head on but weaves away, letting inversions and repetitions confuse and beguile. His work, with its dedication to the fractured rhythms of the plainspoken vernacular, is reminiscent of William Carlos Williams'. Some readers may find that Rumsfeld's gift for offhand, quotidian pronouncements is as entrancing as Frank O'Hara's."
As we know, There are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know There are known unknowns. That is to say We know there are some things We do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns, The ones we don't know We don't know.
—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing
Glass Box You know, it's the old glass box at the— At the gas station, Where you're using those little things Trying to pick up the prize, And you can't find it. It's—
And it's all these arms are going down in there, And so you keep dropping it And picking it up again and moving it, But—
Some of you are probably too young to remember those— Those glass boxes, But—
But they used to have them At all the gas stations When I was a kid.
—Dec. 6, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing
A Confession Once in a while, I'm standing here, doing something. And I think, "What in the world am I doing here?" It's a big surprise.
—May 16, 2001, interview with the New York Times
Happenings You're going to be told lots of things. You get told things every day that don't happen.
It doesn't seem to bother people, they don't— It's printed in the press. The world thinks all these things happen. They never happened.
Everyone's so eager to get the story Before in fact the story's there That the world is constantly being fed Things that haven't happened.
All I can tell you is, It hasn't happened. It's going to happen.
—Feb. 28, 2003, Department of Defense briefing
The Digital Revolution Oh my goodness gracious, What you can buy off the Internet In terms of overhead photography!
A trained ape can know an awful lot Of what is going on in this world, Just by punching on his mouse For a relatively modest cost!
—June 9, 2001, following European trip
The Situation Things will not be necessarily continuous. The fact that they are something other than perfectly continuous Ought not to be characterized as a pause. There will be some things that people will see. There will be some things that people won't see. And life goes on.
—Oct. 12, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing
Clarity I think what you'll find, I think what you'll find is, Whatever it is we do substantively, There will be near-perfect clarity As to what it is.
And it will be known, And it will be known to the Congress, And it will be known to you, Probably before we decide it, But it will be known.
Note that one's delivery contributes to the haiku, as in Shane Koyczan's insertion of the seemingly unimportant "yes, yes, yes" which adds three syllables to the haiku to make 17.
Big Poppa E (Eirik Ott)'s brilliance in his haiku are not just the haiku themselves, but the titles such as "Bitter Ex-Girlfriend Haiku #75" and "Bitter Ex-Girlfriend Haiku #99." Consider buying Big Poppa E's Greatest Hits: Poems To Read Out Loud if you enjoy good slam poetry from one of its biggest promoters.
The new updated GumptionFest IV Web site just went live! Check it out at www.GumptionFest.com/ Participants can download flyers from this blog or the updated site. Schedules, etc. will appear as we get them loaded.
Upcoming poetry events provided by Sedona 510 Poetry
Thursday
AUG 20
6-7:30 p.m.
Poetry Salon – poets & writers needed
Held on the first and third Thursday of each month, Poetry Salon is for all those writing or wanting to write creatively – prose, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, essays, songwriting, and all other written forms. Moderated by award-winning author and poet Gary Every, each meeting will emphasize different aspects of the craft of creative writing, including writing exercises and group discussion.
The Well Red Coyote Creative Writing Salon is meant to provide a safe place for writers to share their work with other writers. What united them all is a passion for written and spoken word.
All writers, at all level, are welcome. Listeners are also welcome.
Well Red Coyote, 3190 W. Hwy. 89A (at Dry Creek Road), Suite 400, West Sedona. For more information, e-mail Every at ccoledamion@aol.com.
Tuesday
AUG 25
5-7 p.m.
Sedona Poetry Open Mic – open mic poets needed
Now more than five years old, the Sedona Poetry Open Mic has regularly hosted amateur, professional, performance, page, published and closet poets. All poets, spoken word artists, lyricists, songwriters, rappers, MCs, comedians and storytellers are welcome. If your art can be spoken, come and speak.
Nearly 1,000 different poets have spoken on stage since the open mic was founded by its host, veteran slam poet Christopher Fox Graham.
Java Love Café, 2155 W. Hwy. 89A (next to Harkins Theatres), Suite 118, West Sedona. To sign up, call Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Friday
AUG 28
6-10 p.m.
Art Has Power – slam poets needed
Yavapai College’s Verde Valley Campus hosts a Poetry Slam and Battle of Bands. The poetry slam will be broken up between live bands.
All poets are welcome to attend and compete.
Hosted by Christopher Fox Graham.
Yavapai College, Verde Valley Campus, 601 Black Hills Drive, Clarkdale. For more information, call call Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Thursday
SEPT 3
6:00 to 7:30 p.m.
Poetry Salon – poets & writers needed
Held on the first and third Thursday of each month, Poetry Salon is for all those writing or wanting to write creatively – prose, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, essays, songwriting, and all other written forms. Moderated by award-winning author and poet Gary Every, each meeting will emphasize different aspects of the craft of creative writing, including writing exercises and group discussion.
The Well Red Coyote Creative Writing Salon is meant to provide a safe place for writers to share their work with other writers. What united them all is a passion for written and spoken word.
All writers, at all level, are welcome. Listeners are also welcome.
Well Red Coyote, 3190 W. Hwy. 89A (at Dry Creek Road), Suite 400, West Sedona. For more information, e-mail Every at ccoledamion@aol.com.
Friday
SEPT 4
6 p.m. to midnight
GumptionFest IV pre-party – performance poets needed
The three-day GumptionFest kicks off at Ken’s Creekside, 251 Hwy. 179. The night begins with Sedona’s favorite singer/songwriter Jake Payne at 6 p.m., followed by prolific jazz trio Busker Eaton, guitarist Brandon Cameron Parks-Decker, Flagstaff’s eclectic band Deepa, and the Tempe experimental band, the Dry River Yacht Club.
Between all the acts, GumptionFest organizers want a few poets to perform a poem or two in the slots as the bands change the stage. Poets should be performance-oriented, relatively high-energy and able to captivate a drinking crowd. To sign up, call poetry coordinator Christopher Fox Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Saturday
SEPT 5
11 a.m. to 2 a.m.
GumptionFest IV – all poets needed
GumptionFest IV revs into gear with Sedona’s annual grassroots arts festival. Now in its fourth year, GumptionFest is one of the city’s
More than 100 musical and performance acts will fill the six stages at five venues for the better part of 15 hours.
We will need performance poets, slam poets, page poets, spoken word artists, stand-up comedians, improve comics, rappers, MCs, hip-hop artists, verbal ninjas lyrical pirates to fill slots between bands. Poets will need to fill 3-minute to 20-minute slots between acts with a mixture of poetry. Poets can have experience entertaining large crowds or not — the key point is showcasing the diverse poetry community in Sedona and Northern Arizona. Published page poets, slammers, hip-hop MCs and lyrical entertainers are welcome to sign up and take a slot. To sign up in advance, call poetry coordinator Christopher Fox Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com..
Saturday
SEPT 5
~5 p.m.~
GumptionFest Haiku Death Match – haikusters needed
Every year, GumptionFest adds a new poetry event. For GumptionFest IV, the poetry highlight will be a Haiku Death Match in the style of the National Poetry Slam.
The Haiku Death Match is a staple of the National Poetry Slam and brings in the best and brightest “brief” poets to prove their mettle in 17 syllables or less.
Poets will need around 30 haiku to be able to compete the full bout (They’re super easy to write).
For tips on competing in (and winning) a Haiku Death Match, a historical summary of both the ancient Japanese and modern American art form, as well as guidelines for GumptionFest’s first Haiku Death Match, visit Gumptionfest IV Will Have a Haiku Death Match. For further updates on GumptionFest poetry and the Haiku Death Match, visit http://foxthepoet.blogspot.com. To sign up, call poetry coordinator Christopher Fox Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Sunday
SEPT 6
GumptionFest – poets needed
GumptionFest will wrap up with a final day of performances. Poets are needed all day long to fill in slots between acts. As poets will likely be performing at different venues from previous days likely in front of completely different audiences, poets can repeat poems with little fear.
To sign up in advance, call poetry coordinator Christopher Fox Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Tuesday
SEPT 8
5-7 p.m.
Sedona Poetry Open Mic – open mic poets needed
Now more than five years old, the Sedona Poetry Open Mic has regularly hosted amateur, professional, performance, page, published and closet poets. All poets, spoken word artists, lyricists, songwriters, rappers, MCs, comedians and storytellers are welcome. If your art can be spoken, come and speak.
Nearly 1,000 different poets have spoken on stage since the open mic was founded by its host, veteran slam poet Christopher Fox Graham.
Java Love Café, 2155 W. Hwy. 89A (next to Harkins Theatres), Suite 118, West Sedona. To sign up, call Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Friday
SEPT 11
7:30 p.m.
Sedona Poetry Slam – slam poets needed, $100 prize
Sedona’s Studio Live hosts a high-energy poetry slam Friday, Sept. 11, starting at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $10. All poets are welcome to compete.
After three rounds, random judges in the audience will judge the best poet, who will win $100 and three minutes of glory.
The slam will be hosted by Sedona poet Christopher Fox Graham, who represented Northern Arizona on the Flagstaff team at four National Poetry Slams between 2001 and 2006.
Slammers will need three original poems, each lasting no longer than three minutes. No props, costumes nor musical accompaniment are permitted. The poets will be judged Olympics-style by five members of the audience selected at random at the beginning of the slam. The top poet at the end of the night wins $50. Poets who want to compete should purchase a ticket in case the roster is filled before they arrive.
Studio Live is located at 215 Coffee Pot Drive, Sedona. For more information, visit www.studiolivesedona.com. Tickets are $10, available at Studio Live or Golden Word Books, 3150 W. Hwy. 89A.
Thursday
SEPT 17
6:00 to 7:30 p.m.
Poetry Salon – poets & writers needed
Held on the first and third Thursday of each month, Poetry Salon is for all those writing or wanting to write creatively – prose, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, essays, songwriting, and all other written forms. Moderated by award-winning author and poet Gary Every, each meeting will emphasize different aspects of the craft of creative writing, including writing exercises and group discussion.
The Well Red Coyote Creative Writing Salon is meant to provide a safe place for writers to share their work with other writers. What united them all is a passion for written and spoken word.
All writers, at all level, are welcome. Listeners are also welcome.
Well Red Coyote, 3190 W. Hwy. 89A (at Dry Creek Road), Suite 400, West Sedona. For more information, e-mail Every at ccoledamion@aol.com.
Saturday
SEPT 19
5-10 p.m.
Sedona Showcase – performance poets needed
The Sedona Showcase is an invitation-only performance night featuring some of Sedona’s best and brightest acts. Featuring poetry, music, dance and theater, the Sedona Showcase has been an artistic staple in Sedona’s summer arts scene for more than five years.
Founded and hosted by Daniel Holland, the Sedona Showcase takes place at the outdoor stage at Szechuan Martini Bar, 1350 W. Hwy. 89A, Suite 21.
The Sedona Showcase is looking to incorporate more performance poets. To sign up, contact Holland’s co-host Christopher Fox Graham at foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
Tuesday
SEPT 22
5-7 p.m.
Sedona Poetry Open Mic – open mic poets needed
Now more than five years old, the Sedona Poetry Open Mic has regularly hosted amateur, professional, performance, page, published and closet poets. All poets, spoken word artists, lyricists, songwriters, rappers, MCs, comedians and storytellers are welcome. If your art can be spoken, come and speak.
Nearly 1,000 different poets have spoken on stage since the open mic was founded by its host, veteran slam poet Christopher Fox Graham.
Java Love Café, 2155 W. Hwy. 89A (next to Harkins Theatres), Suite 118, West Sedona. To sign up, call Graham at 928-517-1400 or e-mail to foxthepoet@yahoo.com.
When in doubt, zombies make great topics for haiku. They embrace our fear of death, our love of the macabre, and our sense of humor. Zombie haiku have a rich history, as odd as that sounds, by other famous poets:
Back to the buffet for second helpings- Care for a rump of infant?
- Billy Collins, former U.S. Poet Laureate
Wake up to the sound Of puppies being eaten No more chewed slippers
- Gail Simone, author of Wonder Woman and Secret Six
Will this barricade Keep the walking dead at bay? Only time will tell...
Being unable to make it to the National Poetry Slam in West Palm Beach, Fla., this year, I ate up all the stories I could find. One of my favorite exhibition slams is the Nerd Slam, which blends "nerd poetry" with pop quizzes about gaming, sci-fi television, movies and books, comic books, geeklit, and other assorted nerdy topics.
Of course, a summary of finals is always a great thing to read, mainly because that's often the eyes I use to how I see NPS.
Being who I am and with my brain and background, I don't think I see certain events other people do. I participate in things, from festivals to lovemaking to fistfights to concerts seeing things the way a poet does or the way a reporter does. I often feel moderately disconnected from things while people who may even have a less vested interest in them, I believe, feel more connected. I'm always looking for how I'll tell the story later, either to myself or through my writing - never specifically to another person. I wonder that when it's all said and done whether I'll believe that I really lived a full life or spent all my time watching it to write about it.
TOD CAVINESS Published: Aug. 9, 2009 I don't hear the term "slam nerd" being thrown around too much, but it's a fact: slam poets are nerds. So despite the cursing, the drinking and yes, even a seduction poem, the yearly Nerd Slam event at the National Poetry Slam may be the nerdiest place on earth. Reserved for poetry dedicated to geek lore, this is the show that exposes the myth of the shy, soft-spoken nerd - starting with the hosts.
If they weren't already, by now everyone is jealous of Shappy Seasholtzand Robbie Q. Telfer. Between this and the Decathlon Slam, they run the two best parties at Nationals, but they take their work seriously. Well, seriously enough to delegate, anyway.
Along with fellow Orlando poet J. Bradley, California's Stephen Meads and Phoenix slammer The Klute, I'm one of a select panel of nerd trivia masters.
So many people sign up for the Nerd Slam each year that Shappy and Robbie have them face off in trivia contests for the right to read their poem - a practice that's arguably more entertaining than the poems themselves.
So it is that we nerds become bullies, thinning the herd with stumpers about Harry Potter and The Terminator films (or in my case, comics).
But my people are familiar with both irony and exclusion, and besides, the practice works. The poets are as solid as ever.
There are descriptions of lovemaking using Star Trek cliches, odes to supervillainy, and even a pantoum about robots.
Crowning a top nerd is tough - right up until a girl reads an entire poem in Elvish.Marriage is proposed, the coveted phaser is awarded, and tabs are paid.
Leaving us just enough time to eat and head off to the finals bout at the West Palm Convention Center, packed with thousands. Nerd Slam was likely the last light-hearted moment this year - it's San Francisco, Albuquerque, St. Paul and New York City's venerable Nuyorican team in finals this year, and the bout is likely to be deadly serious both onstage and off.
Luckily, former slam champion Mike McGee is hosting the event, having flown down from Massachusetts days before. An irrepressible wit, McGee even makes the regular rules spiel hilarious by bringing Jersey poet Connor Dooley onstage to serve as the Flavor Flav to his Chuck D.
And then, it's on. Sure enough, St. Paul's 6 is 9 has the judges by the heartstrings early with his character study about an Alzheimer's victim struggling to remember his wife:
"I don't know her name. It slipped from me like words tend to do when she wears those Sunday dresses ..."
From then on, everyone brings out an impressive bag of tricks in an effort to catch up. Nuyorican sends up a group piece about scoring life experiences slam-style. San Francisco's Denise Jolly uses an amazing singing voice to good effect, working a few bars of "Amazing Grace" into a poem about her mother.
All four members of Team Albuquerque turn into restaurant kitchen workers in a tightly-choreographed piece about the service industry grind, but only Christian Drake can match St. Paul's emotion with his poem that recalls the Samson and Delilah story. Hair becomes a record of memories, "a slow film reel of our lives blowing in the wind". Drake is in tears toward the end as the poem twists into an explanation of why he cut his locks after a lover left him.
In the end, St. Paul takes the night, winning every round but the last. All the teams share the stage, and everyone shares stories and favorites in the lobby.
It's been a long week, but everyone's keenly aware how soon the family reunion will be over. Most of the poets and their friends head to 10@2 for the afterparty, and a few reconvene at the hotel. A bottle of wine makes its way around a table. People pair off on patio benches. And back inside, in one of the convention rooms, poets pull up chairs or floor space and the slam continues, with no judges, timekeepers or numbers. It's one last chance for the poets to read their material to each other, and even Mike McGee shows up to do a piece, spurred on by wine and some prodding.
The game of poetry tag goes on late into the morning [A Cypher Circle], and maybe it's just the fuzzy aftermath that takes away my memory of the specifics, but any poet will tell you the same thing: You end up hearing as many great things in these late night impromptu readings as anywhere else. Why then the slam?
The details differ in the history books, but it's a good bet that poetry started with a fire. People huddled around for warmth, telling each other stories to give their breath some meaning besides another sigh. Somewhere along the line, we tamed the cold in other ways, but we still miss the stories.
So every once in awhile, somebody has to start a fire.
Marc Kelly Smith ("So What?"), creator and host of a weekly contest at the Green Mill Cocktail Lounge in Chicago, said the singer Tom Waits influenced his slam poetry style.
CHICAGO — Slam poetry was invited into the White House last month and it is also the focus of the recent HBO documentary series “Brave New Voices.” So you might think that the originator of the poetry slam, a raucous live competition that is more likely to take place in a bar than in a bookstore, would be feeling rather pleased these days.
But from his base here at the Green Mill Cocktail Lounge, Marc Kelly Smith expresses mixed feelings about the growing popularity and respectability of the art form that he created almost 25 years ago. From the start, he envisioned slam poetry as a subversive, thumb-your-nose-at-authority movement, and he wants to ensure it stays true to those origins.
“At the beginning, this was really a grass-roots thing about people who were writing poetry for years and years and years and had no audience,” Mr. Smith said recently, just before his weekly Sunday night slam at the Green Mill. “Now there’s an audience, and people just want to write what the last guy wrote so they can get their face on TV. Well, O.K., but that’s not what people in this country, from Marc’s point of view, need. We’ve got too much of that. This show wasn’t started to crank out that kind of thing.”
Like it or not, Mr. Smith’s concept has become a global phenomenon, especially among young people, who, helped by exposure to hip-hop, seem more comfortable with the idea that poetry belongs both “on the stage and on the page.” Slam poetry has been incorporated into school curriculums across the country; more than 80 cities now compete in the annual national championship; and similar contests are springing up in the most unlikely places, most recently on Réunion Island in the Indian Ocean.
“I think that perhaps Marc sees this as snowballing out of control,” said Susan B. A. Somers-Willett, author of “The Cultural Politics of Slam Poetry” and a slam poet herself. “This is something that started in Chicago as a group of oddballs who wanted to do some pretty avant-garde things, but over the years, as it entered the commercial sphere, it has gotten more and more homogenous and started catering to a demographic mainstream.”
The poetry event that President Barack Obama and his wife, Michelle, hosted at the White House on May 12 was a “jam” rather than a slam, perhaps to distance it from the sometimes boisterous atmosphere that Mr. Smith promotes. The evening included performances by two college-age slammers who have appeared on “Brave New Voices” and by Mayda del Valle, a slam poet from Chicago who won the national slam competition in 2001.
The Chicago connection is not coincidental. As Ms. Somers-Willett put it, “Chicago is America’s poetry city, with a rich, rich tradition of orality and performance-oriented poetry that goes way back,” at the very least to Carl Sandburg and Kenneth Rexroth in the first decades of the 20th century.
The Poetry Foundation, which publishes Poetry magazine, also has its headquarters here, and in April set up a Chicago Poetry Tour that includes 22 sites around the city. (An online version of the tour can be downloaded at poetryfoundation.org.) One of the stops is the Green Mill, Mr. Smith’s artistic home since 1986.
“What Marc Smith has achieved here and around the world is remarkable,” said Stephen Young, program director of the Poetry Foundation. “The slam movement summons a lot of energy and has taught some traditional poets a thing or two about how to read their poems in public.”
Yet Mr. Smith and his disciples still raise the hackles of what he refers to as “the academic poets,” on both sides of the cultural wars. Amiri Baraka, a Marxist who is known for his politically provocative poetry, has said, “I don’t have much use for them because they make the poetry a carnival” and “elevate it to commercial showiness, emphasizing the most backward elements.”
On the other side of the divide, Jonathan Galassi, now the honorary chairman of the Academy of American Poets, once described slam poetry as a “kind of karaoke of the written word,” while the critic Harold Bloom has called it “the death of art” and complained of “various young men and women in various late-night spots” who “are declaiming rant and nonsense at each other.” George Bowering, a former poet laureate of Canada, condemns slams as “abominations” that are “crude and extremely revolting.”
Mr. Smith seems to relish such attacks. The initial impulse for slam poetry, he acknowledged, came from his disdain for the conventional poetry readings he attended when he first began to study the craft.
“I went to them, and they were stupid and horrible, with nobody in the audience, and somebody up there onstage throwing all these allusions around, acting as if it’s a crowded room and he’s communicating,” he said. “So I started looking at these poetry readings like, ‘These people don’t know what they are doing.’ And they didn’t, which gave me the confidence to say, ‘Well, I can do that.’ ”
A college dropout, Mr. Smith, born in 1949, worked for more than a decade as a surveyor and construction worker. At the same time he was also writing and reading poetry, verse from Walt Whitman, Wallace Stevens and Robert Frost, all of whom he admires, to Ezra Pound, “who I hated, because, what is he saying, you know?” But when asked about influences on the slam style, he mentions the singer-songwriter Tom Waits first. On hearing songs by Mr. Waits, like “Putnam County,” he said, “it was like: ‘What was that? Wow.’ ”
To spread his version of the slam poetry gospel, Mr. Smith has recently released two books, “Take the Mic” and “Stage a Poetry Slam,” which he wrote with Joe Kraynak. In addition, the Sunday sessions he leads at the Green Mill are broadcast nationally on Sirius XM satellite radio.
He also continues to refine the show here, which consists of an initial open-microphone set, followed by a performance by an invited artist and finally the competition. But since “the competition from my point of view is meant not to be serious, but a mockery,” the first prize is $10, which is an improvement over the Twinkie he used to offer.
“The gimmick here has always been to entertain you and then pow, put it right in you,” he said. “Slam is a serious art form that seems like it’s just a big, goofy thing. But it’s deadly serious. Why do it? Why do any art if you’re not going to bring out of yourself the thing that is most vulnerable and most precious, that has to be said? Why do something unless you’re really trying to get at what it’s really about? And that’s what this show is.”
One of the 12 Olympians of Slam, Beau Sia is known for identity poems. He has said that moving to New York at 19 made him conscious of his identity as an Asian-American (he is of Chinese Filipino descent), something that he denied often in his childhood home of Oklahoma City.
A stereotype hijack poem is a subgenre of identity poems, but takes the opposite tack. While many identity poems aim to confront and reverse stereotypes (all of "us" aren't really like what you think of "us"), hijacking a stereotype gives the poet a certain freedom to make light of sillier or absurd aspects while still pointing out that malicious stereotyping destructive. The poet can poke fun at stereotypes that members outside the group can't do in public or mixed company and do so with more weight, yet the poet can still act as an advocate for the identity.
Despite the assumption that this style can only work for ethnic, cultural, religious or sexual minorities if the poet is instead in the majority group but performing for a minority audience (a white poet before a mostly black audience, a straight poet before a mostly gay audience, etc.), the poet can use this poetic style to their advantage with the caveat that they don't make light of the majority's dominance, subjugation or oppression of the minority in question.
Whether the identity in question is an ethnicity, religion, subculture or clique, the stereotype hijack is ripe for a humorous poem because it can take the more outrageous aspects of a stereotype and push them beyond ridiculous.
if there is anyone
in the audience
in the entertainment industry
watching me perform,
I want you to keep in mind
that if you are casting any films
and need a Korean grocery store owner,
a computer expert or the random thug
of a yakuza gang,
i’m your man.
if you’re making Jackie Chan
knock-off films
and need a stunt double,
that stunt double is me.
if you need a Chinese jay-z,
a Japanese eminem,
or a Vietnamese backstreet boy,
please consider me,
because I am all those things and more.
i come from the house that
step n’ fetchit built
and i will broken English my way
to sidekick status
if that’s what’s expected of me
make an Asian different strokes.
i’ll walk around on my knees yelling,
ahso, what you talk about wirris?!
because it’s been 23 months and 14 days
since my art has done anything for me,
and i would be noble and toil on,
i swear i would.
live for the art and the art alone,
and all that crapass.
but college loans are monthly up my ass,
my salmon teriyaki habit is getting way out of control,
and i want some
motherfucking cable!
so you can understand where i’m coming from.
when tight verse
exhibiting dynamics
within the text
falls by the wayside
rejoice in its
pretty, packaged, boygroup,
talentless twats
sent from florida
to make me puke
but i'm not preaching. none siree, boss.
i cannot stress how ready i am
to sell out,
wear jiggy clothes,
and yell from the top of my lungs
any hook i am told to sing.
if you want the caricature
of a caricature,
then i am that caricature.
if you want an exotic dragon lady
like lucy liu,
who fucks like a kama sutra
come to life,
just tell my ass where ya want it,
and i will bend over.
if you need a voice-over artist,
just tell me
where you want the,
hi-ya's! to go
and i will be there,
because i am all that more,
i am a pop culture whore,
i an a co-sponsored world tour,
an i am
an appropriated culture at my core.
i've been noticed, acclaimed, and funny
and now all i want
is a beach front house to paint in
and a range rover
to listen to my music in,
cuz struggling fucking sucks hard
after the ninth package of ramen noodle soup.
i'm beau sia.
give me a chance,
and i'll
change the world.
Beau Sia began performing at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, eventually earning himself a place on the 1996 Nuyorican National Poetry Slam team. That same year, he would be filmed for the documentary SlamNation. The film followed Sia and his Nuyorican teammates (Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore and Mums da Schemer) as they competed at the 1996 National Poetry Slam. The team would go on to place third in the nation, and have a lasting impact on how people would view slam poetry. Sia earned two National Poetry Slam Championships in 1997 and 2000 while competing on the NYC-Urbana national poetry slam team. He would also reach second place in the Individual Poetry Slam competition in 2001. He wrote a parody of Jewel's work, A Night Without Armor, within four hours and published it as A Night Without Armor II: the Revenge in 1998. He wrote different poems with Jewel's original titles, lampooning her earnest lines. It is painfully detailed in its satire, changing the delicate paintings printed in Jewel's book to rough, humorous pencil drawings by Sia. The front and back cover were also painstakingly mirrored.