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I Want My Poetry To... the new book inspired by Monte Smith's poem " Rebel Poetry " (Innerchild Press)
I Want My Poetry To... (Preface)
First and foremost this book was born out of a great understanding felt by many, but not vocalized enough: It’s okay to be a poet.
When I came up with the idea to share a poem and have other poets contribute to it by way of posting on Facebook, I never thought it would garner such attention. The idea behind this book came on March 4th of this year, when I shared a poem titled “Rebel Poetry” during a radio interview with Jill Dellbridge on The Artist Lounge (hosted on Talk Shoe). I knew prior to the interview that Ms. Dellbridge would ask me to recite one or two poems. So earlier in the day as I was looking for pieces to read, it hit me that I should try and connect with the audience in a much more personal way.
A great artist is one who constantly tries to keep their performance fresh. I realized not long ago that throughout my career I have followed the same template when it comes to doing radio interviews: introduce myself, answer twenty to forty minutes of questions, then end by reading a couple of poems. I feel I have always excited the listening audience but constantly felt as soon as the interview was over the poems and energy were forgotten. I wanted this time to be different.
I say this because every time I sit down to write a new poem, I can’t help but think of all the great poets who will never have their work read or heard due to the business that surrounds poetry and publishing. As far as human conditioning goes, nothing positive can be said for how we treat each other’s dreams and ambitions. Take the phrase, "It’s not what you know, but who you know.” This razor sharp saying has become a popular rule of broken thumb. Web sites will tell you it’s mostly used in business and government. The origin is unclear but due to human ego it has sadly withstood the test of time, proof that we have failed the test.
Some may point out that those starving in the killing fields of poetry, music, and art best realize this. I have to agree. To an artist it is the ultimate break it or make it reality. Shame on us. How can we continue to call ourselves civilized or approach the arts with integrity when it’s blatantly known it’s not about the talent you possess, but how many favors are given or owed? And most importantly, how many connects/friends will vouch for your on-line stats at the deal table.
This is why so many poets awake hung over, pissed off and miserable. Not because they want to, but because they have no say in the day that lies ahead. Point being, you shouldn’t feel like you're dying every time you arrive at your place of employment. But I do. I’m not exaggerating either. I literally feel poisoned to the extreme of blacking out. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t know if I’m punching the clock, or if it’s punching me.
I know a lot of you are thinking, “You fucking ingrate. There are orphans in Malawi selling grilled mice on skewers to motorists. You should be content you even have a job.” Exactly. And like the kids in Malawi, I believe eighty-five percent of the population are misplaced, subjecting themselves to the wrong route, task or trade, and hating their fucking existence every day, as I do mine.
Don’t kid yourself; this is what happens when you can’t be what you are. Repeat that if you have to. Now imagine how productive we as a planet could be if everyone believed they had a place--that they did count. Not as a barcode, but as a needed contributor to the human collective with your talent being your worth. That alone would motivate people to levels of humanity unseen by our divided lie-balls.
I’m a poet, not a plumber. I need to work with words, not septic tanks. Ask yourself: would you want your garbage man pulling your wisdom teeth? I want my creativity back. If I feel the urge to write at four thirty in the morning, I should be able to. But it’s impossible when the alarm clock is holding you at knife point, it’s beady red eyes reminding you every second that your time is not your own. I don’t know about you, but when I hear the sound of an out of control alarm clock at six in the morning, I want to shoot my self. Why? Because I know it’s the sound of defeat.
This is why my poem for The Artist Lounge had to be different. I wanted my poem to let people know my story is theirs, and not to give up on their dreams and ambitions no matter how hard it becomes. To know there are others with the same fire who are not scared of saying what needs to be said. But at the same time, I wanted my piece to ask the hard questions: What is your poetry saying? What impact is it having on you and the community?
Then it clicked--start a poem and let the listening audience finish it. But keep the theme “I want my poetry to…” as the running thread to weave all the contributors words into one long poetic call for solidarity. I want everyone who contributed to realize that we, along with Inner Child Press are creating “our story” not his-tory… salute!
Now, what do you want your poetry to say?
Street Poet Monte Smith
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Thank you to Monte Smith , Inner Child Press, each and everyone who made this possible.I received my copies of "i want my Poetry to" this week and wept joyful tears.... a humbling honor to be apart of this book. A beautiful composition /collaboration of amazing poets from around the globe. Inspiring and motivating .I am looking forward to many more collaborations in the near future .So fret not if you are reading this and were not apart of part duex 2 coming soon....Thank You to purchase go here http://www.innerchildpress.com/amazon-discount.php
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"Gone Sane" is a superb book of poetry . Poem are categorized into chapters from The Historical " Lady Diana" to Literary "Response to "Lucille Clifton" onto The Lamb "Massacre of the Sacred Circle" truly an eclectic fantastic collection .I read and write a lot of poetry this book stands out !To find out more about the author and to purchase go here :
Georgia Banks-Martin walks us through an art gallery. We view art, which she has processed and questioned, through her lens: Lawrence, Monet, Van Gogh, Beardon, Sargent, Degas, to name a few of the artists. She challenges the reader to face slavery, grief, and joy, to feel the weight the South bears, to examine art across centuries for lessons. These poems revive what has been omitted in our history books-individual life stories. She uses sound, music and voice to make imagery pulse in these ekphrastic poems. In her poem "Railroad Station," after a Jacob Lawrence: "Those leaving the towns where father and mother/labored in fields without being offered a yard of thread spun/from the cotton they pulled, have assembled./Packed: Hopes of work, three bedroom homes/water heated in water tanks, classrooms." As memories populate her poems, so does the theme of hope permeate her book; in Death Dancing, after a Max Slevogt: "I wish memories could be buried as easily as bodies." . . . a book to remember as you stand face to face with art.
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