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Array ( [sid] => 83811 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Diamonds in the Rough [time] => 2005-02-10 14:02:44 [hometext] => I made GMC into a calligram or concrete poem. How does it work? Please let me know . [bodytext] => At
The Gothic
Moon Café the open
mike beckons for a voice.
Tribal costumed youth answer
the call, longhaired and/or shaved heads,
some spiked, others colored green and purple,
beaded and braided, male and female, their bodies
pierced and tattooed, wearing baggy pants, ripped jeans,
tie-dyed tee shirts and miniskirts. From the outrageous to
the plain Jane, they line up and sign in. Most pack guitars, axes
to pick and hack away in melody against the cacophony resonant
in the mediocrity of middle-class life. Others speak in verse, selling
stories of the wild banished children of the night, exiled by Main Street
America, the stars of “muzak” videos filmed out in the streets or in cars
and bars. Tales of obsession filled with emotion, discontent and hidden
depression. It’s about them. A primal scream, a rap on life, a static
noise echoing the etchings and scribbled graffiti found in toilet stalls
and bathroom walls. Hip-hop street slang and language found in
the MTV thesaurus, mixed with four letter words in a way that
would make Lenny Bruce blush. It’s a Poetry Slam. They
shout it out for shock, culture schlock, cultivated and
spawned on the agar of hype in the Petri-dish of mass
media and marketing. Youth exploiting youth,
it’s all the rage, so listen, because some are in
tune and you just might hear echoes of
Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Baraka, or
discover a new Morrison, Dylan,
or Shakur. So, let them bear
their souls and shout it out,
because isn’t that what
it’s all about? Poetry
doesn’t die it
evolves.

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Diamonds in the Rough

Contributed by pvd on Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 02:02:44 PM in AEST
Topic: poets



At
The Gothic
Moon Café the open
mike beckons for a voice.
Tribal costumed youth answer
the call, longhaired and/or shaved heads,
some spiked, others colored green and purple,
beaded and braided, male and female, their bodies
pierced and tattooed, wearing baggy pants, ripped jeans,
tie-dyed tee shirts and miniskirts. From the outrageous to
the plain Jane, they line up and sign in. Most pack guitars, axes
to pick and hack away in melody against the cacophony resonant
in the mediocrity of middle-class life. Others speak in verse, selling
stories of the wild banished children of the night, exiled by Main Street
America, the stars of “muzak” videos filmed out in the streets or in cars
and bars. Tales of obsession filled with emotion, discontent and hidden
depression. It’s about them. A primal scream, a rap on life, a static
noise echoing the etchings and scribbled graffiti found in toilet stalls
and bathroom walls. Hip-hop street slang and language found in
the MTV thesaurus, mixed with four letter words in a way that
would make Lenny Bruce blush. It’s a Poetry Slam. They
shout it out for shock, culture schlock, cultivated and
spawned on the agar of hype in the Petri-dish of mass
media and marketing. Youth exploiting youth,
it’s all the rage, so listen, because some are in
tune and you just might hear echoes of
Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Baraka, or
discover a new Morrison, Dylan,
or Shakur. So, let them bear
their souls and shout it out,
because isn’t that what
it’s all about? Poetry
doesn’t die it
evolves.





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Re: Diamonds in the Rough (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 02:05:13 PM AEST
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a very creative write,:)
pix xx


Re: Diamonds in the Rough (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Thursday, 10th February 2005 @ 03:09:58 PM AEST
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I love the images in this, you describe what is there very well.
And there is alot of truth in the ending.
Great write,
*hugs* Phil xxx




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