Conversant, too?

The occasional ramblings of a Columbus, Ohio poet.

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Rose M. Smith is a shy, quiet poet who's lived most of her life in Columbus, Ohio--a conversational voice heavily informed by human situations and emotion. Voted "poet most unlike herself at the mic," she has been known to silence an unruly room when her poems begin to speak. Her work has appeared in Chiron Review, The Iconoclast, Good Foot, Pavement Saw, Concrete Wolf, Boston Literary Magazine, The Examined Life, Main Street Rag, and The Pedestal Magazine, and other journals and anthologies. Rose reads throughout the midwest--she'll make a jaunt cross country if she's needed (you pay for it). She has been called "a quiet visionary spanning the worlds of performance poetry and literary print! challenging and enriching the norms of both. She is an associate editor at Pudding House Publications and author of Shooting the Strays (Pavement Saw Press, 2003) and A Woman You Know (Pudding House Publications, 2005) and is featured in the Poets' Greatest Hits collection now managed bt Kattywampus Press. Rose is a Cave Canem Fellow.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Columbus Turning Up the Nats Heat

WOW! What a week for slamming in Columbus, Ohio!

Black Pearl Poetry held its grand slam to choose its first National Poetry Slam team on Tuesday night. Was a HOT night, with poets duking it out to see who had the chops to represent Columbus' alter personality in its first venture at the national level. Scores were close, the poetry was intense, and the team, in the end, came together with very strong contenders. These poets are primed, pumped, and ready to do their thing in Austin, Texas. Black Pearl's team: Rare, Will, Tiffani and Ed. Each gun is loaded with killer ammo. Will be interesting to see how they fare in the wild west.

Also hit Writer's Block tonight (Thursday) to catch their preliminary bout for team contention. I am excited about the things I see at the WB, too! With the new rules (no poet from last year eligible to represent Columbus on this year's team) opening doors for new voices to hit the national trail, poets have stepped up their games (the craft) and their performance to take slam by the throat this year. Since their still in their qualifiers until June, it wouldn't be fair to name names and shout accolades for one more than others, but trust me: Writer's Block will be coming on strong at nationals, too.

This will be an exciting year for Columbus poetry in Austin. I expect to see great things happen. Am I predicting a win for the city among the corn fields? Well, I'm not ruling anything out. I'm seeing at least seven poets capable of rockin' the house in any venue.

I'm actually glad to see another side of Columbus' poetic community will be represented this year. We are a diverse and growing spoken word environment. The added influx of new talent can only help boost arts awareness throughout our community. The points are, indeed, not the point--the point is poetry plucks the thread of life every bit as intimately and beautifully as music can. It is time for new awareness of the arts throughout our community, and these two venues are bringing about change, whether they recognize it or not.

Now all I want is to see the academic and traditional poetry communities begin to support their own venues as ardently as spoken word/performance poetry venues are supported. It frustrates me to see long-running venues like Larry's struggle to maintain consistent attendance even in spite of the city-wide smoking ban. Poetry has returned to the people. It is time for the people who've retreated to their homes to seek publication to return to the art of live rendering of their poetry.

Our words were not meant to languish on the page. There are people who will never go buy a poetry book, yet our words can breath life within their hearing and create a whole new audience for an art form long eroded by "fast food arts" such as movies and television. That is the purpose of slam. I believe many of our more traditional poetry audiences have forgotten that poetry was first born as a spoken art, an oral tradition. Wake up, academia: Spoken word may soon be all that people hear in terms of live poetry.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

First Annual Gypsy Invitational Poetry Slam

Got back late Sunday night from the Women Writers Conference in Lexington, Kentucky. Went down to participate in their first-ever Gypsy Invitational Poetry Slam. Quite an experience.

The slam organizers were new to the process--there were a lot of kinks--but, all in all, it was a great opportunity to bring NPS caliber poetry into downtown Lexington. We slammed in an old Victorian style shopping mall. Beautiful place with marble tile floors and sweeping stairwells leading off of the main assembly area. Three tiers of people gathered to listen to poetry, and the crowd was attentive and lively. Mona Webb took home the $500 prize, but there was a grand workshop experience provided to us completely free. Got to hang around with Patricia Smith all weekend--that was GREAT! She's a wonderful lady, full of wit and charm, not to mention a tremendous poet.

The organizers have requested our honest, straightforward feedback so that they can make next year's slam an even better experience.

Would I go back to Lexington? Yep. In a hot minute. I don't think wild horses could keep me away. I'll wait with 'bated breath for another invitation.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Back in the Saddle Again

Just got back from a three-city mini-tour: Detroit, Chicago, Minneapolis. Wonderful time! Long, very boring drive home--except for Chicago. Now, there's a city built to totally scare the pants off non-Chicago-ites! Every toll both has a sign that reads "obey the lines" to make you stay in your lane when exiting the toll area. But all the crazy lines converge upon each other. It's totally crazy. I was almost mowed down, crunched by half a dozen 18-wheelers!

Meetery Eatery in Detroit is a great venue. A fair-sized eatery in the corner of an old hotel lobby. Lots of atmosphere, internet connectivity (for those inclined), and really nice coffees and sandwiches. The staff are warm, welcoming people. Made me feel right at home. Some of my Detroit family folks came out. They know the off-mic me, so meeting poet-me was quite an experience for them.

I got trapped in the notorious Chicago traffic and nearly missed my short feature at the Green Mill in Chicago, but I got there. Mark Smith was nice enough to tag me on at the end of the night, and the crowd was wonderful! Once again, they made me feel right at home. Finding Lucy and Nick there was just absolutely icing on that cake, man! I LOVE those two people! Hugs... many hugs all around.

Minneapolis was a long haul. It was their last-chance slam night and a downtown game night. Small but attentive crowd. Cynthia really treats poets well. I love you, Cynthia!

I was treated like family at all three venues. They made the long haul home worth it.

By the way: If you're staying in Rockford, avoid the Travelodge at all costs. Other than that the trip was cool.