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Finding Peace In People’s Faces   5 comments

Kae Tempest (formerly Kate Tempest) — Source: scenestr.com

 
I’m a new fan of Kae Tempest, an English spoken word performer, poet,
recording artist, novelist, and playwright — a great performer by any measure.
 
— kenne
 
People’s Faces
 
[Verse 1]
It’s coming to pass, my country’s coming apart
The whole thing’s becoming such a bumbling farce
Was that a pivotal historical moment we just went stumbling past?
Well, here we are, dancing in the rumbling dark
So come a little closer, give me something to grasp
Give me your beautiful, crumbling heart
Another disaster, catharsis
Another half-discarded mirage
Another mask slips
I face off with the physical
My head’s ringing from the love of the stars
There is too much pretense here
Too much depends on the fragile wages
And extortionate rents here
We’re working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet really isn’t us
Like we’re gonna buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now, the struggle’s going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends
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A Spoken Word Event   Leave a comment

SlamWinner IIIorg grunge art-B&W-72A Spoken Word Event (04/24/04) — Image by kenne

“People don’t choose dreams. Dreams chose them. So the question I’m getting to is,
do you have the courage to grab the dream that picked you?
That befits you and grips you?”

— Prince Ea

A Good Year For Spiders   5 comments

A Good Year for Spiders-Edit-2-blogA Good Year For Spiders — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Look,
There’s a spider.
A good year for spiders
Or so and so seems,
Incessantly weaving
Such gossamer schemes.
Should make one wonder
What blueprint within
Instinctively causes
The spider to spend?
Look, look how lovely
The glim to the sun
Is gracing with highlights
The web being spun.
Dear god of all spiders
Please hear this small prayer,
Is spidery heaven
One infinite snear?
Will, there be gravity
So food will fall by?
Have you ever tasted
A bluebottle fly?
Never had scorpion
Do they have a god?
Tics you might fancy
The flavor is odd.
But not quite as odd
As gregarious nats
Who fly into trouble
When ravaness bats,
Senses all heightened
Go Dracula stark
And quick eat up tasty
Lost nats in the dark.
I wonder if spiders
would like eating mites,
Those juicy small monsters
Who louse up the night
Of asthmatic sleepers
Allergic to waste.
Spiders might like mites
and get used to the taste.
Spiders do what they must
In spidering nets,
Intrinsic insiders
Who cover all bets
With polymer silver
That they gossamer spend
And wait, and wait
For some dinner
That soon may drop in.
Yea, a good year for spiders.

Wonder if spiders
Ever get the blues,
Do yous?

— Ken Nordine

 

 

When People Call A Human Being, “It”   Leave a comment

 “. . . they wanna paint you the color of smashed hymens.” Holy shit.”

Poet Kavindu “Kavi” Ade performing a spoken-word piece called “IT” at the Brave New Voices 2010. This poem deals with gender identity and anti-trans hate, and watching Ade perform is an intense, emotional experience. (WARNING! Some may find this passion offensive.)

kenne

 

 

Gil Scott-Heron — “A junkie walking through the twilight”   1 comment

Gil Scott-Heron (1949-2011) – Source: http://www.the1stfive.com/

 “a genius and a junkie.”
. . . more.

. . . at least he lived 62 years. I love this man of feeling, his words his soulful voice!

kenne

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