Hello all. This weeks context was postponed due to unforeseeable events that we were not made aware of. John, John and myself will recite our competitive pieces this coming up week (assuming we are all there), in which those present will be able to vote on their own personal preference.
Great poetry last week... I enjoyed it myself, I must say.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Davis St. Blues
Jazzy'z playin' blues 2 blocks down davis
Front 'n' Center
rustic vocals
a low barbeque fog fermenting
an' kickin' up as ee plays
Me tappin' keys
acquiesce to banality
as filigrees drift through
cigarette smoke blinds
mixing steam emanating
bore rain-water coffee
Tuesday afternoon always feels like morning
Jazzy'z noted denote the moaning
bucking typewriter clanks through the droning
of another cool fall mourning
blues hanging twixt
autumn orange brown leaves
and dropping.
We extoll
Jazzy 'n' I
as yet another sad letter
forms filigrees then floats
on the bellow of an old song with a whiskey tan
and tangential traffic swooshes
drowned in drawling deference.
"Damn Blues camn an' gotme again.."
He sings for eyes
a sight for a dime to may be paid
"Gotta make it through
these god-damn Davis St. Blues
another autumn another day."
Jazzy could play pulled pork out of his pocket,
and if it's pullin' pay from your's,
the shade of his day could change
but it's gray like cooking skin smog
like that empty restaurant
2 blocks down Davis
"Just another day, another fate for old songs
and their blue singers.
Jazzy don't even know,
we've been writing the same verse
over and over again
only to find
the world
a little less impressed by our accomplishments
a little more
by our failures."
Front 'n' Center
rustic vocals
a low barbeque fog fermenting
an' kickin' up as ee plays
Me tappin' keys
acquiesce to banality
as filigrees drift through
cigarette smoke blinds
mixing steam emanating
bore rain-water coffee
Tuesday afternoon always feels like morning
Jazzy'z noted denote the moaning
bucking typewriter clanks through the droning
of another cool fall mourning
blues hanging twixt
autumn orange brown leaves
and dropping.
We extoll
Jazzy 'n' I
as yet another sad letter
forms filigrees then floats
on the bellow of an old song with a whiskey tan
and tangential traffic swooshes
drowned in drawling deference.
"Damn Blues camn an' gotme again.."
He sings for eyes
a sight for a dime to may be paid
"Gotta make it through
these god-damn Davis St. Blues
another autumn another day."
Jazzy could play pulled pork out of his pocket,
and if it's pullin' pay from your's,
the shade of his day could change
but it's gray like cooking skin smog
like that empty restaurant
2 blocks down Davis
"Just another day, another fate for old songs
and their blue singers.
Jazzy don't even know,
we've been writing the same verse
over and over again
only to find
the world
a little less impressed by our accomplishments
a little more
by our failures."
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
For NPS: See you all Tonight!
In search of a gathering
Somewhere in the jungle and tugged amongst the trees
Where you will find only the most sincere seekers
Of the mystics in themselves
Those that embarked on such trails
Trails of Bliss
Of hidden paths
Of ecstatic joy and abundance
Every step along the way...
(to be continued, this legend we call NPS)
See you all tonight!
-Priya Lin
Friday, February 5, 2010
2 February 2010 - Poetry Night/Contest Announcements
As my first post, and the first post for NPS in the new year, I would like to say that Poetry Night has been a wonderful and illuminating experience. That being said, this night was every bit as wonderful and illuminating. The revolving door that has been NPS over the past couple weeks welcomed back Q and Naja, as well as Iceiss and two new readers, Kent and Rylan. We had a total of 13 readers, and essentially everything that I am trying to say about this night can be best captured in what I would call the quote of the night (maybe even the decade). It was spoken by one of our new readers, Kent, and I hope he won't mind me including it here.
Without further adieu, the quote of the night-
"...the collective talent in this room is fucking staggering."
(This is Kent)
(This is Kent)
Now on to the contest rules for Tuesday, February 9th, 2010.
The rules are very simple. Write a poem about an aspect of February. Any aspect at all.
The poem could be related, but not limited to:
- Black History Month
- Breast Cancer Awareness Month
- Valentine's Day
The stakes are high, so start writing.
Wishing NPS continued growth and success,
John Ellis
pics by priya:
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Poem for Trevor
“Raconte-Moi” (Tell Me)
~a service piece, serving one of the NPS stars, Trevor, this poem comes to me when I listen to one of my favorite French songs
Tell me
Your life stories
Your unseen sorrow
Your dreams and despairs that only you and your buddies know
And perhaps
None of your buddies know
It’s still hidden quietly
At the secret garden of your innocence
Those who can enter
They bring you a rose
A miracle of love
Wise and young
Old and innocent
Cherished and adored
Kind and forever sweet
Your nature shines like the sun
Dimming the light
I saw the man you are meant to become
Even if the light is still dim
Around you
And it seems to be a bit too dim
For the star dusts that you carry in your pockets
It’s just a note
That you picked it up one day after a long day
It says
I know you
The magnificent child and the man to be
There is one thing more you need to know
And I am going to whisper this to the Universe
My beloved
Your essence is non-stoppable
The timeless piece that is You
Those of us who cherishes who you are
Will hold it gently in our hands
Nurturing every cell of yours
Until one day
Your truth comes
Majesty is your last name
Forget Not
-Priya Lin
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
10/13/2009 -- Contest Night
Everyone give it up to Meghan for another win in our monthly contests!
She's 2 for however many contests we've done.
It was a particularly good night, 10 readers in total, 3 entries into the contest. All of which were awesome entries. Tricia read a poignant poem about her arrival and impending departure from Pensacola. Dustin's piece was a satirical look at local politics and issues in the community. Meghan's entry was a composed and eloquent peer into the community of Pensacola from her perspective.
It's unfortunate there can only be one winner. Even the Applause-o-meter had trouble deciding who won.
Next, we need to start collecting poems for the book.
I've made a list of frequent contributors to poetry night.
Everyone on this list can have up to 3 poems in the book.
Try and submit in the format you want to see in the publication.
Any edits will be cleared with you, so don't worry.
Yes, you can still enter the contest.
I'd like you to submit these three poems you want to see in the book, ASAP.
Then, when contest time comes around,
just resubmit them with the additional two you need.
Of course, the official submission cut-off date is NOVEMBER 3RD.
Here's the official list of people who can ABSOLUTELY see publication:
Everyone else will have to submit and see what happens.
This is not a favoritism thing.
This is a result of consistent participation in poetry night,
whether on the stage or listening and attending.
Otherwise, submit entries to anomicemail@gmail.com
or
hand them to me at POETRY NIGHT.
She's 2 for however many contests we've done.
It was a particularly good night, 10 readers in total, 3 entries into the contest. All of which were awesome entries. Tricia read a poignant poem about her arrival and impending departure from Pensacola. Dustin's piece was a satirical look at local politics and issues in the community. Meghan's entry was a composed and eloquent peer into the community of Pensacola from her perspective.
It's unfortunate there can only be one winner. Even the Applause-o-meter had trouble deciding who won.
Next, we need to start collecting poems for the book.
I've made a list of frequent contributors to poetry night.
Everyone on this list can have up to 3 poems in the book.
Try and submit in the format you want to see in the publication.
Any edits will be cleared with you, so don't worry.
Yes, you can still enter the contest.
I'd like you to submit these three poems you want to see in the book, ASAP.
Then, when contest time comes around,
just resubmit them with the additional two you need.
Of course, the official submission cut-off date is NOVEMBER 3RD.
Here's the official list of people who can ABSOLUTELY see publication:
- Trevor Warren Griffith
- Renaud
- Stijl Calhoun
- Meghan K
- Stefan Georgi
- John Fravel
- Quincy Hull
- Naja
- Nitin Advani
- Alex Robinson
- Barrett White
- Al Spyce
- Alex Borgella
- Iceis
- Tyler Cummings
- Derek Cosson
- Priya Lin
- David
- Tricia McSweeney
- Alex Colston
- Jimi
Everyone else will have to submit and see what happens.
This is not a favoritism thing.
This is a result of consistent participation in poetry night,
whether on the stage or listening and attending.
Otherwise, submit entries to anomicemail@gmail.com
or
hand them to me at POETRY NIGHT.
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