Sunday, June 10, 2007

Worldwide Initiative for Poetry (Bathroom Stalls)


The mission of the (Worldwide Initiative for Poetry) WIP is to bring poetry to unlikely places and people like bathroom stalls, drive-through lines, cops directing traffic, holy water receptacles, birthday cakes, ant hills, beach fronts and adults buried in sand, the toys of infants, etc.

Poetry does not belong only to the establishment, academy, or the hottest local venue. It belongs to the people.
As the first mission of the WIP, all lovers of poetry are encouraged to write a poem (new or classic) on toilet paper, on a bathroom stall, or leave a note with a poem written on it in your local bathroom areas. Poems can be written on toilet paper, hand towels, mirrors, floors, or doors.
For dispensable materials, any writing instrument is encouraged. For materials that are not removable, lipstick or an easily washed instrument is encouraged (if a note is note left or taped). This is out of respect for the sanitary workers (unless you plan to offer your cleaning services after a weeks time, which would be applauded by the WIP).
You must take a digital picture of your offering to the bathroom community of poetry and send it to leon_info@yahoo.com. All pictures will be posted on the blog naughtysubstitute.blogspot.com.
Please feel free to move beyond the limits of the bathroom to any locality. Just be sure to take pictures!
(reposted from Raina)

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Improvising Poetry

*note: This is a jazz poem written by the participants of the Poetry by the People Community Writing Intensive in Durham NC (sponsored by Betty's Daughter Arts Collaborative, SpiritHouse and BrokenBeautiful Press). It was written after reading Gwendolyn Benett's "Song" by passing a sheet of paper around while feeling the spirit of centuries of black music. Get together with some friends or yourself and make your own jam of a poem towards remembering.


Whispering a melody that should be foriegn
daddy drives to Birmingham in my sleep
drives like good news
drives like good lovin
drives like the day his baby girl
made freedom a proper noun like Miles or
Mingus or Coletrane Da Duh Da Duh 2,3,4
Beat Beat, beat to the rhythum
Hit the High Hat
Beat, Beat, beat to the rhythum
Don't stop the drive
The drive taking me to the "A train"
But enjoy the ride
Enjoy the ride.

Singing a melody I thought I had never heard
Before today
Before today
when waking up is explosion
when waking explodes/ a whisper
...and...so how is that?
red bursts...like quick silences
how is an explosion? a subway riff ripped
out of trumpet to awakeness

Selah, listen to the silence
it makes you wait, almost to the point of madness
Tap, tap, tap, that rim,
Selah, wait for that beat of realization
To realize a song sung liberate
Quick! Embrace the beat!
Quick Be about you beat!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Deja Vu: Lovenotes to Strangers

Every poem is a lovenote sent on faith. So here we go again. Use this space to write a love note meant for someone you may never know.
love,
alexis

"wishful thinking" or "what i'm waiting to find in our email boxes"
(with Mendi and Keith Obadike--www.blacknetart.com-- in mind)

dedicated to the black women at Duke and North Carolina Central Universities and you

1. you wake up each day
as new as anyone
there is no reason to assume
you would be supernaturally strong.
there is no reason to test your strength
through daily disrespect and neglect.
you don't need to be strong.
everyone supports you.

2. if you say ouch
we believe that you are hurt.
we wait to hear how we can help
to mend your pain.

3. you have chosen to be at a school,
at a workplace, in a community
that knows that you are priceless
that would never sacrifice your spirit
that knows it needs your brilliance to be whole

4. your very skin
is sacred
and everything beyond it
is a miracle that we revere

5. we mourn any violence that
has ever been enacted against you.
we will do what it takes
to make sure that it doesn't happen again.
to anyone.

6. when you speak
we listen.
we are so glad that you
are here, of all places.

7. other women
even strangers
reach out to you
when you seem afraid
and they stay
until peace comes

8. the sun
reminds everyone
how much they love you.

9. people are interested
in what you are wearing
simply
because it tells them
what paintings to make.

10. everyone has always told you
you can stay a child
until you are ready to move on

11. if you run across the street
naked at midnight
no one will think
you are asking
for anything.

12. you do so many things
because it feels good to move.
you have nothing to prove
to anyone.

13. white people cannot harm you.
they do not want to.
they do not do it by accident.

14. your smile makes people
glad to be alive

15. your body is not
a symbol of anything

16. everyone respects your work
and makes sure you are safe
while doing it

17. at any moment
you might relive
the joy of being embraced

18. no one will lie to you,
scream at you
or demand anything.

19. when you change your mind,
people will remember to change theirs.

20. your children are safe
no one will use them against you.

21. the university is a place where you
are reflected and embraced.
anyone who forgets how miraculous you are
need only open their eyes.

22. the universe conspires
to lift you
up.

23. on the news everynight
people who look like you and
the people you love
are applauded
for their contribution to society.

24. the place where knowledge is
has no walls.

25. you are rewarded for the work you do
to keep it all together.

26. every song i've
ever heard on the radio
is in praise
of you.

27. the way you speak
is exactly right
for wherever you happen
to be.

28. there is no continent anywhere
where life counts as nothing.

29. there is no innocence that needs your guilt
to prove it.

30. there is no house
in your neighborhood
where you still hear screams
every time you go
past.

31. no news camera waits
to amplify your pain.

32. nobody wonders
whether you will make it.
everybody believes in you

33. when you have a child
no one finds it tragic.
no map records it as an instance of blight.

34. no one hopes you will give up
on your neighborhood
so they can buy it up cheap.

35. everyone asks you your name.
no one calls you out of it.

36. someone is thinking highly of you
right now.

37. being around you
makes people want to be
their kindest, most generous selves.

38. there is no law anywhere
that depends on your silence.

39. nobody bases their privilege
on their ability to desecrate you.

40. everyone will believe anything you say
because they have been telling you the truth
all along.

41. school is a place, like every other place.
no one here is out to get you.

42. worldwide, girls who look like you
are known for having great ideas.

43. 3 in 3 women will fall in love with themselves
during their lifetime.

44. every minute in North Carolina
a woman embraces
another woman.

45. you know 8 people
who will help you move
to a new place
if you need to.

46. when you speak loudly
everyone is happy
because they wondered
what you were thinking about.

47. people give you gifts
and truly expect nothing
in return.

48. no one thinks you are
over-reacting.

49. everyone believes
that you should have all
the resources that you need,
because by being yourself
you make the world so much
brighter.

50. any creases on your face
are from laughter.

51. no one, anywhere, is locked in a cage.

52. you are completely used to knowing what you want.
following your dream is as easy as walking.

53. you are more than enough.

54. everyone is waiting
to see what great thing
you'll do next.

55. every institution wants to know
what you think, so they can find out
what they should really be doing,
or shut down.

56. strangers send you love letters
thanking you
for speaking your mind.

57. you wake up
new
as anyone.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Poetry by the People-A Community Writing Intensive

POETRY BY THE PEOPLE
Community Writing Intensive
Durham, NC
May 8-10, 2007

Dear Lovers of the Word,
You are cordially invited to write and discuss poetry in and with the
Durham community. You will be surrounded by people who love poetry
and believe in its transformative power. Here's what you can
expect:

Daily Schedule
1:00 ~ 3:00 Silent Writing/ Manuscript Conferences
3:00 ~ 4:00 Late Lunch/ Early Dinner
4:15 ~ 5:15 Community Sharing/ Open Mic
5:30 ~ 6:30 Poetry Exercises
6:30 ~ 8:30 Workshop/ Critique
8:30 ~ 9:00 Wrap - Up

Sponsors
This year betty's daughter arts collaborative, broken beautiful press,
and SpiritHouse-NC have graciously decided to sponsor Poetry By the
People, so you don't have to. There is no charge for attendance, just
come with poems, an open heart, and a love for community art.

Funding
For poets who are not in the Durham-Raleigh-Chapel-Hill area, two very
modest travel scholarships are available.
1. The Betty Ann Sims, Ed.D. Artist/Scholar Travel Scholarship is
available to any poet who can demonstrate how expressive art will
impact future or current scholarly projects.
2. The Talya Pierce Travel Scholarship for Emerging Poets is awarded
to a woman of color who is beginning to explore the field of poetry.
The recipient of this award must not hold any publications or academic
degrees in creative writing.

Application
Please submit a five-page manuscript, a cover letter that explains the
role of poetry in creating community, and your contact information to
inthepeopleshands@gmail.com by May 6.


Contact Person
Ebony Noelle Golden, MFA
Director of betty's daughter arts collaborative
furiousflower@gmail.com
www.myspace.com/mamashieroglyphics

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

A Spelling Lesson

for this and every survivor

drop
is a four-letter word
an instruction after catching fire
a movement behind stop
a command we must memorize
and tell ourselves
if we would be safe

drop
is what we do to the kids
at school, at practice, at auntie's
training for a next that will keep them (running)
warning that they will not be at home anywhere
treason required by our other jobs

drop
is what the dj plays
what the hypeman says
the entrance of the beat(ing)
stretching our skin like a place to call
drowning our knees like a new heartbeat

and today
drop
is what my stomach does
is a frame for the rain
is the shape of the blood
that would seek to be the last word
as if we weren't students as well

but we know how to spell

so when i see D-R-O-P
dropped open in front of me
like it was new(s)
all i do is add you
all of bright breaking you
all of impossibly speaking
light leaking
you

and the next word is yours

P-R-O-U-D

love always,
alexis

p.s. the next word is really yours. make a poem about the word proud and post it as a comment

Friday, March 23, 2007

Letters to Freedom



Inspired by SpiritHouse and the upcoming Day of Truthtelling in Durham
it is time to write letters to FREEDOM! Haven't you been meaning to keep in touch? What did freedom look like last time you all met up? Where have you been hoping to see freedom? Have y'all freedom fighters been fighting freedom? If so, kiss and make up (what freedom means to you)!

(please post your letters as comments on www.bettertowrite.blogspot.com)

p.s. Send some love to a young woman whose smile looks like freedom to me http://freeshaquandacotton.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

gendering gerunds

Write a list of gerunds (action words in process...ending in ing) that have to do with how you feel about the genders you have, want, bump up against, get mistaken for....etc. (See comments for one example...) and then post your own.
This exercise was developed by Zachari and Alexis as part of the Engendering Peace curriculum at New Horizons Alternative School.

It is better to write!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Auntie

So..I have yet to be convinced that every poem is not a love letter. Forgive me. This love letter thing is going to last a while longer. Post a praise poem to some for-real-for-real or for play-play-real aunt of yours.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Love Letters to Strangers

So survey says...we move. We be in airports, gas station rest stops, subway transfers, bus terminals, but also be still in the space of a gaze, in a staring match with our shoes, on a treadmill of world creation hope hustle. This week(end) write a love letter to stranger, and give it to them (or not).

p.s. we are sufficiently strange so feel free to post to us!