poetry slam

Sep. 1st, 2009 02:34 am
[personal profile] icecreamemperor
Tonight I went to the poetry slam and read a poem, which is the first time I've actually competed in a non-haiku, non-instant slam. I continued my second-to-last-place streak, I think. I didn't read particularly well and as usual I had to pause occasionally because my shaking hands made it difficult to see the page. The poem was years old but only recently finished, which is true of most of my poems these days. It has a terrible cheesy slam-esque bit in the middle but otherwise I like it.

I suppose I should be over my ambivalence about 'slam' as a poetry format but it is not so, and from slam to slam I am more or less riled. I think the average score this evening was something like 9.4 out of 10 -- reading a short poem half-audibly off the page I managed to push a few judges down into the 8s. This is not useful feedback for anyone, certainly not poets, though it's not like numbers are ever useful feedback anyways. There were also some very inspiring readings of very mediocre poems -- one of whom poets ended up winning the evening. Part of the traditional MC duties is to instruct the audience to "applaud the poet, not the scores" but in my head I usually hear this as "applaud the poet, not the poem" -- because that's usually what I want to do. Everyone who reads deserves praise (and more importantly, attention) but less so every poem.

And it is strange that I feel like it would be better to separate the artist from the art, since that is not something I think of myself as believing possible -- but apparently I still want it, at least when the art is poor. I want to cut the poem free from the person -- and how thin would that knife have to be? -- so I can give each its due. But why? Only because the format demands it, or is it because I still in my heart am holding out for Beauty & Expression & other Foolish Things? Or is it just because I want to be able to light the poems on fire without singeing the person?

And why, really, should I care so much that there are bad poems in the world.

Date: 2009-09-01 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skonen-blades.livejournal.com
I was having this exact debate walking home from the slam with my friends. Great delivery of mediocre poetry or mediocre delivery of fantastic poetry. I've seen both. We all live in home of great delivery of great poetry and we all live in fear of bad delivery of bad poetry. That's the tightrope that all the judges walk, right? I mean, was the speaker charming? Did he or she project and really connect with the audience? Was the poem merely fluff? Uninspired? It's a hard one. Popularity is not a sign of talent, I find. Personally, I like the poems that split the judges, with half giving upper 9s and half giving sevens. To me, that means that something is happening with that poem.

Date: 2009-09-01 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shannons-words.livejournal.com
I care too much too. And often engage is this very debate as well.
Judges are not award winning poetic critics, they are people that wandered in for a drink. Some will like mediocre poetry read in an engaging fashion, while others will not (I always will not), and that is just the way it goes.

I like something RC said recently, 'the points are just a gimick to get people in here'. I like that idea.

Sorry you had a strange time. I find that the more you show up and read what you read, the more it opens the door for similar types to share their stuff and find a greater audience (and scores) for it as it becomes more understood.

Keep trying at the slam. Let me know if you ever want to support too, as I don't make it out that much these days, but would be more tempted if I knew that a non-slammer was going to attempt to slam. I like shouting 'reading a book' when the judges don't get it, as do many others. :)

Date: 2009-09-02 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taxi.livejournal.com
You seem to be in a bad mood lately. I send you some colorful love-blasts from across the forests and waters and wastes, and instruct you: go pick some wildflowers sneakily in the park, they are a present from your friend Taxi.

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