Slam: the Art of Performance Poetry

by Nikki Riles

Somewhere along the way we obtained this idea about poems. In some space between fourth period English and Simpsons reruns we came to accept that the art of poetry as a vaguely academic, largely self-indulgent, medium that has far surpassed its appeal to a wider audience. If you live near a metropolitan area you’re probably at least aware of the slam scene. Or even if you don’t. It’s a growing medium that’s received national attention thanks in part to HBO’s television series Def Poetry Jam, artists like Annie DeFranco, and President Barak Obama’s White House Poetry Jam back in 2009.

But in case you haven’t heard: slam poetry is the art of performance poetry. It perpetuates the tradition of the beatnik poets of the 50′s and 60′s. The poet takes center stage and is expected to make their words come to life. You might see beat boxing, screaming, music accompaniment, and sometimes a mix of all three. I’m going to run you through the basics and introduce you to some of my favorite and more prominent slam poets. But the thing to remember is that when slam poetry is done right it’s meant to push boundaries and challenge convention. If you don’t find something that you like here there is a plethora of poets out there trying to create something that will blow your mind.

Poets:

Andrea Gibson

http://www.andreagibson.org/

Currently residing in Boulder, Colorado, Andrea Gibson won fourth place at the National Poetry Slam, third place at the Individual World Poetry Slam (twice), and was the first poet to ever win the Women of the World Poetry Slam in 2008. Her work is often serious and soul shattering. She writes about gender norms, politics, and her experiences being gay. When I first stumbled onto her work I remember thinking, it’s almost like she’s channeling the pain and outrage of entire communities and vocalizing it with one tiny lesbian body. She is a master of language and watching her perform is like watching a building burn. There’s not much you can do but sit back, hold your breath, and watch it build to its crushing conclusion.

Carlos Andres Gomez

http://www.carloslive.com/

A two-time International Poetry Slam Champion, Carlos draws most of his poetry from his life. He calls on his experiences as a social worker, teacher, and activist. It’s really hard to listen to his work and not get riled up. His words often flow flawlessly and builds ceaselessly. He speaks really candidly about aids, racism, and a world that just doesn’t appear to get it. You can feel the frustration in his voice and the passion that hangs on every word. If Andrea Gibson is the feeling of a conflagration then Gomez is the rumble of an escalating battle.

Big Poppa E

http://brokenword.org/

A resident of Austin, Texas, Big Poppa E is a National Slam Champion and has appeared on HBO’s Def Poetry Jam three times. His style is lighter and uses humor to balance out the emotional. His work often discusses love, gender norms, life, and his connection to it. It’s peppered with flawless timing and a keen sense of self-awareness. He doesn’t hold back and engages the audience with everything he’s got. You’ll often watch laughing and end up with a tender feeling of connectedness.

Taylor Mali

http://www.taylormali.com/

Taylor Mali is a four-time National Poetry Slam Champion, he’s appeared on Def Poetry Slam three times, and has been performing in the slam poetry scene for 11 years. If slam poetry were to have a recognizable rock star it’s probably Taylor Mali. Makes sense. He’s a master of his craft and knows how to absolutely own a stage. His style manages to be humorous and still seem urgent. I feel Mali is at his best when his poems are the stage equivalent of a bitch slap. When he uses the force of his words to call out and put foes in their place. This isn’t to say that Mali’s other works aren’t entertaining to watch. He can just as easily have you contemplating your own mortality. But he truly shines when he takes on this aggressive form of performance.

Alix Olson

http://www.alixolson.com/

If the word vagina makes you at all uncomfortable – spend an hour listening to Alix Olson. I absolutely promise you that you’ll walk away desensitized. There is a light and just genuine fun nature about Alix’s work. But it’s grounded with a clear message and the substance of questioning societal norms. Apparently she’s been accused of being too “angry” (see her poem Subtle Sister) but I don’t see it. She’s obviously speaking from a place of outrage during most of her performances but she balances it with a style that’s more than easy to take in. She writes about politics, feminism, being gay, and the female experience. And uses words like vagina, cunt, and tampon liberally.

How a Slam Works:

If you didn’t find anyone above that sparked your interest google your closest city and poetry slam. In most metropolitan areas something is going to pop up and this is really the best way to experience poetry. Go to a bar or cafe and listen. You’ll be supporting local artists and you never really know what’s going to come up on stage. These events are either going to be more of an open mic night (poetry jam) or you will experience the more controversial aspect of this form of poetry – competition (poetry slam). Slams take place with judges and all of the poets are competing for top honors. These competitions can lead to teams of poets who are then sent to the National Poetry Slam competition to represent their city. It’s where a lot of the poets above earned some of their stage cred.
Slams are somewhat controversial because of the idea that you can’t really compete in art. One poets body of work is different from the next and from the next. There is a fear within the community that the competition aspect creates a world where genre boundaries could become rigid and the voice of slam poetry could start to sound too unified. Experimental poets might not be met with the open minds that they need to succeed and say something important. This makes sense and I sympathize with it to a certain extent. However there is something universal in the act of pleasing an audience and honing an experimental voice until it has the power to win over an otherwise unreceptive crowd. It also leads to one of my favorite components of slam poetry: group work.

Group Performances:

Something magical happens when you shove together a group of poets who might not otherwise want to work together – and force them to create something. The result can be a finely crafted piece where all of the performance components hum in sync. When writers take the time to find out where there styles and voices merge it’s well worth the effort of trying to figure out which poet “wins” at a smaller slam.

(Note: the title frame is wrong in the above video. This is actually “Dunbar” and not “N1663r”)

However, if these groups are thrown together by competition alone it can equal heartbreak. You could fall in love with a style or group dynamic only to have it end as soon as the competition is closed. But even this is bittersweet because it leaves you feeling as if you are a select witness to art that is entirely genuine.
At its core what I think is the greatest thing about the slam poetry scene is the fact that it makes you feel as if poetry can and does belong to the masses. It’s not just carefully selected verse written by rich white guys who died years before. A lot of times we seem to forget that the reason classics are classics is because they communicate. They create a dialogue with the reader that sparks emotion, stirs the soul, and causes reflection. This brand of poetry may never reach the notoriety or scholar of, say, William Butler Yeats and it may never be mindlessly mainstream enough to be broadcast after Glee. But at the end of the day it creates the unique experience of being truly engaged as an audience member.

Tipping the Velvet: Balancing the Sexual and the Sensual

by Nikki Riles

You don’t read a Sarah Waters novel – you drink it. From the first sentence you are pulled into the sights, smells, and sounds of England during the late 1800′s. Everything feels rich strangely familiar. You are immediately embraced by the character of Nancy Astley and through out the narration you become a sort of confidant. You see her life and her plain oyster girl existence in Whitstable, England. She accepts this plainness with a sense of matter-of-fact honesty and doesn’t appear to hunger for much outside of it. She doesn’t hunger for much until she meets Kitty Butler, a singing male impersonator who is destined for stardom who Nancy instantly falls head over heels in love with – and clings to throughout.

I was blushing reading Tipping the Velvet even before the clothes came off. The whirlwind romance that overtakes Nancy’s life and later propels her into the theaters of London is in a constant gush of heat and emotion. Played out in every touch, giggle, and innocent line is the story of two characters who are struggling to accept themselves. There is a tenderness to it that is so honest you can’t help but feel like Sarah Waters is giving you a glimpse into Nancy’s underwear drawer. The scenes she builds are dripping with the smells of the ocean, the heat of sitting close, and the feeling of velvet. All of this imagery when strung together creates a truly sensual narrative before the characters have even crossed the threshold into romance. You feel as if you’re witnessing true intimacy long before Waters takes you into the bedroom.

Waters holds no punches when it comes to actual story as well. You’re likely to experience three distinct and powerful emotions while reading this book: “Wow!” “Awwww” and “That Bitch!” Nancy gets her heart broken, makes mistakes, hurts people, and finds redemption again and again.

I don’t think that a novel written about the lesbian experience can avoid the question or topic of sex. This novel is sensual far before it reaches the sexual and when the clothes do come off, Waters manages to handle it with the utmost care. It is never boring, always explicit, and still doesn’t reach the point where you feel like you’ve stumbled onto an ancient Playboy. In fact, I feel like the sex scenes actually serve well to establish the transformation of Nancy’s character. In the first part, these scenes are tender and exhilarating. So in love is Nancy that each intimate moment is described almost like a miracle. Delicate, adoring, and at the same time foreboding.

By the second part of the novel, Nancy is heartbroken and bitter. She turns to impersonating a male prostitute on the streets of London and eventually allows herself to be bought and kept by the calculating Diana (that bitch!). The sex scenes within this section are gritty and raw. Nancy becomes increasingly numbed to the world of emotional interactions. She’s cut off from everyone and everything – save the watchful eye of Diana. Nancy’s whole world becomes the sexual.

This makes for a drastic change when we enter the final section of the novel – where she enters an almost celibate period. The thing that is most striking about Nancy’s final companion (Florence, the activist do-gooder who takes her in) is the utter lack of lust initially. She doesn’t engage the same routine of defining herself based off of her sexual attractions. Nancy essentially states that this is her time to play it straight – but she doesn’t try to force attractions with men either (despite being on friendly terms with at least one). Rather, this whole time feels like emotional wound licking. When sex finally does enter into the picture, it’s the marriage of all of Nancy’s emotional parts. It is both tender and raw. She is, for the first time, truly honest with the person she is with. Waters transforms this from just a hot lesbian sex scene into a truly sensual engaging character moment. One that spirals you to the conclusion of the novel. One that marks Nancy’s emotional growth. One that compels Nancy to accept herself in all of her dazzling flaws.

Tipping the Velvet is by far one of Sarah Waters’ most prolific works and with good reason. The whole thing plays out in grand fashion so that you feel almost like you’re watching it from any of the London theaters that Waters takes great care to describe. Once you start it’s nearly impossible to look away. This book isn’t just a collection of lesbian sex scenes told with dripping detail – it’s the story of a truly human experience of learning to define and accept yourself. Told with the masterful care of a woman who knows how to write – it should be embraced more widely as essential reading. Jump in. Take a swig and drink deeply in the world of the sensual, the sexual, and the theatrical.

Cover art taken from:

http://fuckyeahlesbianliterature.tumblr.com/post/4268419995/the-book-whores-i-had-heard-about-sarah-waters

Game of Thrones: Compelling Television With a Feminist Edge

by Nikki Riles

Admit it: your life has been suffering from a fundamental lack of heads on spikes. It’s cool, I get it. Last April, HBO broadcast the first season of its newest series Game of Thrones. Then, they picked it up for a second season two days after airing the first episode. This means that we can all rest easy now, my friends.

Despite the speedy pick-up it actually takes a few episodes before the series truly hits its stride. This isn’t surprising given the number of characters you’re meant to follow and the amount of exposition needed to convey the story, a story that takes place across seven Kingdoms. All of them are brimming with the vibrant world of bastards, brothels, knights, lords, and ladies. It is a world with more backstabbing, scandals, and power grabs then a High School cafeteria.

The main focus of the series is Eddard Stark (portrayed by Sean Bean), an honorable man in a densely corrupted world. He is the Lord of Winterfell, one of the seven kingdoms, and within the first episode becomes the newly crowned Hand of the King following the death of his friend Jon Arryn. Eddard quickly comes to realize that Arryn was murdered by the notorious Lanister family. Much of the series is made up of Eddard attempting to uncover the secret that Arryn was killed for. As he does this, he becomes increasingly aware that his friend the King is not the man he once was. Eddards refusal to compromise his morals is at odds with a changing empire where roles and titles are becoming increasingly fluid.

Mixed into this narrative is the stories of Ned’s children. This is where things get complicated because Ned actually has five kids (one of them a baby, so not a huge character arc for him) as well as a bastard son and a ward. While the series propels to its conclusion, these storylines are compelling and easy to fall into – the trade-off is that there are a lot of character introductions to get through in the first few episodes. Just a quick rundown: Sansa aspires to marry Prince Joffery and be Queen someday, Jon rules their home kingdom in his father’s absence, Arya dreams of combat despite the confines of her gender, Bran struggles with his own limitations after brushing too closely to a Lannister family secret, and Jon Snow (the bastard son) embraces a life of celibacy and duty – in search of some semblance of honor.

These are all fascinating stories in their own right but for me the one that truly steals the show is Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen. Daenery’s is one of two surviving members of a family who ruled the Seven Kingdoms before war took it from them. Let me just say: this world is not really a fan of the ladies. The harshness of gender roles is played up to full effect. Men sleep with who they please, take charge and command, while constantly telling their female counterparts to remember their place. At one point Eddard Stark, while talking to his youngest daughter about her hopes for the future, tells her (albeit, warmly) “You will marry a high lord, and rule his castle. Your sons shall be knights, and princes and lords.” The series is peppered with constant reminders of these gender norms. You see it in every male-female interaction and it’s what makes Daenery’s storyline a powerfully feminist one. But I’m gushing a bit.

Initially Daenery’s is defined entirely by the men in her life. Her brother sells her to the ruler of a tribe of warriors known as the Dothraki, she is told how to behave, and is even raped on her wedding night (a point I actually disagree with as someone who read the book, but that’s another rant entirely). Even as she comes into her own amongst her new people – her threat lies solely in her womb. The most anyone ever expects from her is that she’ll give birth to a son who might one day cause problems. This is a pretty severe threat as far as the King is concerned, but I mean, really it’s pretty passive as far as threats go. By the end of the season, however, Daenery’s proves herself to be more then what anyone bargained for. The transformation from a scared and abused girl to a war hungry ruler is one of the greatest of the series.

In fact, the female characters are really one of the most compelling components of the show. From Daenerys to Arya (who finishes off the season on her way to being a decent swordsman), to Sansa (who comes to realize what being a lady REALLY means), and even the Queen. The show does a fantastic job of representing women who are smart and rational characters – despite existing in a society that limits them to their sexual worth. They even manage to sidestep a lot of the fetishizeing of victims that the mainstream all too often falls into.

But even if feminist portrayals in television doesn’t get your pulse going – there is plenty in Game of Thrones to get excited about. For instance, Peter Dinklage steals every scene he is in as the smart mouthed dwarf Tyrion Lannister. There are weird zombie blue eyed things running around – good for the sense of urgency they create but don’t expect them to make sense by the end of the season. They won’t. Each episode seems to end off with a dramatic cliffhanger that propels you into the next – and the next. It’s easy to become mesmerized and torn as the characters all compete in the ultimate game for complete control and power. Game of Thrones is a fun television series with plenty going on to keep the audience engaged. Plus there are murder, bloody battles, and beheadings a plenty. The competition for the iron throne is a harsh one.

Images

http://beeffat.blogspot.com/2011/06/game-of-thrones.html

http://screenrant.com/game-thrones-episode-7-recap-spoilers-benm-117660/

http://www.zimbio.com/Game+of+Thrones/articles/Qksxgo3yqFd/game+of+thrones+cast+brienne