Gonna dust off the oldies and swing with some newbies tonight in Scottsdale, Arizona at my dear friend Jeff’s Club Mardi Gras. In typical Marc style it will be anything goes. Looking forward to hearing from some of the local poets and hopefully some old slam friends — Sarge, Bob Nelson, Ed Marbry. We’ll see what goes down.
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Marc, I tuned into your show for the first time and heard a woman who I think was a teacher, read a poem about teenagers I can’t get it out of my head.
I have to know the name of the poet and the poem. It was broadcast Aug 20 about 8pm give or take a half hour. Here are some of the last line of the poem I caught on a recorder I had handy:
“American teenagers have no celebrated rituals of transition, they smash into back seats and stairwells, limbs askew like fireflies caught between fingertips, they sleep online sheets, eat holes, plug themselves into computers overnight, they embed phones into fingertips, filling hallways with smoke and cologne, and curses. It has come to be that he is a bug, a boy, a big boy, she is a gorilla, a girl, a great girl, and no one notices the change over breakfast.”