Learning to read my poems to small crowds again. Small groups of friends who care about the words more than they do the laughter.
I have enjoyed Broadway. Still believe it is important. Half the people who come to see those shows would never see a person like me in the mainstream. The show is still very important for so many reasons.
On that note. I have to say
that the venues at Pratt
and the Ulta Violet and Bar 13 are equally important.
So I am reading my poems in small rooms. Like the one I sleep in. To people who care about them. Even if they are not loud or angry or fierce. I am reading to old lovers and hands that hold me now, and friends and sometimes, I read to myself. To remind me. That I am trying to be a writer. Not a rockstar. Not a celebrity. Not a person who people reconize and say hi to on the A train. I am one of millions of people who are just trying to save the world.
So here's to the poems that never make it to Broadway. To the poets who will always read in the cafes and the bars and such. I love you. I need yopu to keep reading in those bars, Those venues. So that when I need to believe in more than these poems I say every night in front of a jiggy audience, I can come hear poet's like Eric and Roger and AB Lugo Read and know that the world is not about Lincoln Town car service and press and events with career opportunities informing what I say.
In love and these battered words that refuse to let me rest.
Staceyann
Posted by staceyann at April 02, 2003 12:40 PM
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Thank you!
Without seeing your name announced on a flyer, i may have missed the oppotunity to perform, to read at a larger venue than my usual haunts.
I will be reading at the Playhouse on the university of Illinois on Sunday the 11th.. I hope your schedule will still allow you to headline that weekend!
"the meaning of life is love
i want more life meaning'
When I first heard of a slam poet named Staceyann Chin your name gave me hope (yes, Asians CAN slam too! mutt to mutt)
I came to see the show last Sunday, was blown away by "litany of desire." sapphic undertones carressing my weeping Psyche. Then came "Passing" sitting next to my mother who does not know me except to say, a little hesitantly "you've really developed your own style" as I sport my flannel shirts. Your presence was spellbinding, a salve for the chafes from society's rough edges.
Please keep writing, for small rooms and large rooms, no matter what people say, your voice is one that truly touches people. You are such a role model(Do you visit high schools?)
In Peace and admiration
and good lucks for scrabble
and surviving America
BlueSmurf