Tag: Poetry

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Acentos, hosting and potential drama

Tonight is Acentos and I’m feeling a little giddy already. When Oscar and Fish asked me to host tonight’s show a couple of months back, I didn’t think twice. I was honored! Now, the nerves are starting to kick in a little bit as it’s only eight hours away. I haven’t hosted anything in while

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Rock the Vote Debate

After a promising start, the Rock the Vote debate petered out into yet another convoluted forum where, not unlike slam, cliched soundbites won out over depth and I suspect anybody that is even moderately aware of the candidates walked away not really hearing anything new and, more unfortunately, not seeing enough to sway them in,

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Poet bios are some of the most annoyingly pretentious things ever, entertainingly similar to “the bigger the car, the smaller the dick” theory. I’m talking about the ones provided for intros at shows, not what people put in their books or on their websites. Long lists of chapbooks, CDs, shows, slam teams, features, etc. B-O-R-I-N-G!

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First of all, what marketing genius thought that the marginally-talented, off-Broadway-bound RUNNER-UP Clay Aiken was an appropriate choice for singing the National Anthem of the first game of the World Series?!?! That was as classless as the bonehead Yankee fans booing the Marlins during the introductions. Speaking of booing during introductions – in a funny

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latter-day saints

For Willie Perdomo, with sincerest apologies for missing tonight’s show. I just couldn’t deal… Be sure to pick up his new book, Smoking Lovely, and catch him at Acentos next month, November 11th. latter-day saints for Willie Perdomo and Imani Springer I. 1996 -I am you. You are me. -I am you. You are me.

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Today’s radio gig went well. Fish, Oscar, Rich, Ed and myself representing for Acentos on Louis Reyes Rivera’s weekly WBAI show, Perspective. Rivera is like the Yoda of poetry. Tiny old guy, his eyes practically drip wisdom, history clinging to his brown skin – he’s the closest thing to an actual griot I’ve ever met.

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This is my brain: _/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/ This is my brain after leaving too much work for the last minute and not having anything to eat all day: _________________ Admit it, you love the visuals. 😉 I’d wonder why I leave these financial advertorials I have to write every month to the last minute but I already

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Still recovering from a long weekend… -> My new favorite song: Harder to Breathe, Maroon 5. Also, I bought the Nappy Roots’ new CD, Wooden Leather, and, after the first listen, it sounds like another winner. -> Taylor’s Teacher, Teacher was a lot of fun. A little unfocused and uneven in its tone but I

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It’s felt like an unusually long week and I’m tired as hell. Might have something to do with letting myself get dragged back onto the poetry_slam listserve yet again! Grrrrr… Went to Urbana last night for Cristin’s surprise tribute and send-off to Australia for her six-week trip. Hadn’t been there in a while and it

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Nothing representing Latinos

Tonight is Acentos and the cluttered attic that is my brain has been toying with an idea that Rich Villar mentioned last month, a couple of weeks after their show with Louis Reyes Rivera. When I heard they had a disappointing turnout for it – including my stupid hungover ass among the missing! – I

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