A Night At The DPL
Hello my classmates in this school we call earth! Today’s blog will be about poetry, yes, and there will be a review. But not as we’ve become accustomed to. Today, were talking about a little something called Slam Poetry.
The reason I bring this up is because I had the opportunity to go to a poetry slam this past week, and let me tell you, I am never disappointed when I go to a poetry slam. Every Tuesday at Da Poetry Lounge in LA they have an open mic night and on every third Tuesday of the month, it’s a poetry slam. If you’re not familiar with what a poetry slam is, this is its definition:
“A slam itself is simply a poetry competition in which poets perform original work alone or in teams before an audience, which serves as judge. The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page”
The poetry read at poetry slams is the closest thing to raw feelings that I have ever experienced. It’s flesh and bone and vulnerability in its truest form.
And it’s beautiful.
Never do I ever see such passion than at a poetry slam. It’s poetry that cannot be read or explained but has to be experienced. It’s reading poems with a rhythm, but it’s not rapping. It’s a performance but the spotlight is put on the words being spoken. I myself could never explain it well enough for someone to understand what a poetry slam is like, which is why I’d like to encourage you to GO. Go watch one. You won’t forget it and you certainly won’t regret it. I’ve added a link to one of my favorite slam poems so you guys can get a taste. It’s the one I find most relatable in all honesty.
Poetry of Thought