Poetry's expressive
It's about speaking from the soul
And if it keeps your sanity
The rhyme has served it's goal.
Our nights are all encompassing
Open to one and all
When I've done a good one
It makes me feel tenn feet tall.
Other poets I enjoy
There's many that are first rate
It's very rare almost impossible
To say there's one I hate.
But I'm glad I missed out on Jawdance
When there was an arsehole on the stage
A piece of crap spouting shit
It would have filled me with rage.
How would I have reacted?
Sat there with a quiet mutter?
Fuming away in silence
Too scared to angrily stutter?
For poetry etiquette's far too polite
Not the done thing to express displeasure
Giving nasty bastards the chance to spout
All sorts of discrimination at your leisure.
Did you sit there and think 'outrageous'
While letting them read more
Jason Pilley I salute you
For heading for the door.
You are now my poetry hero
For doing what you did that night
Standing up and making protest
Between basic wrong and right.
Dulwich Poet 10th October 2014
('Jawdance' is the biggest monthly Open Mic poetry night that I know of in London. I've only read there once, so far. In September one Open Mic-er spouted a load of sexist anti-equality shit, and one of the London poetry scene, Jason Pilley, loudly walked out in disgust. I salute him)
No comments:
Post a Comment