Ever since Russell Simmon’s Def Poetry Jam has hit the cable scene, poets every where are hot commodities. This has opened up a great wealth of possibilities for the “little” poet that has been simmering his or her words in some coffee house wishing and waiting for the opportunity to allow their spoken word skills ...
Several months ago, I wrote a piece on the condition of the Spoken Word scene in Atlanta. I received tons of feedback from artists, including comments from some who felt that my “research” was too inadequate to submit an “informed” opinion on an art form which has been extremely popular as part of Atlanta’s thriving ...
Our hearts frosted over With concern for self We watch over what is “mine” Don’t impede our rights Or touch our belongings Nor trouble us with your needs We are happy and content To collect more wealth And keep it for ourselves Don’t ask us to share For there’s more we want Our greed is ...
At the risk of infuriating tons of my fellow independent artists in the Atlanta area, let me first preface this article with some obligatory “damage control.” Those local spoken word artists, poets, and enthusiasts whose products I have praised or purchased are immediately exempt from the criticisms herein. Atlanta has been practically synonymous with “entertainment” ...
