[jennabenna]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

ewwwwwwwwwwwwww. that was the most discusting thing I've ever read! PLEASE stop posting this garbage! what does your father think of your horrid poetry?!?!

My father's been dead since 1986. He was in a car accident. Go fuck yourself.

[BelieverInGod]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

My father's been dead since 1986. He was in a car accident. Go piffle yourself.

It took you 5 months to come back and complain about this "insult"?

[Rev. M. Rodimer]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Why is Professor X's Poetry Clam still up, anyway?

[jennabenna]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

It took you 5 months to come back and complain about this "insult"?

I'm sorry for having a life.

[Pandora's Box]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Why is Professor X's Poetry Clam still up, anyway?

I'm excited Prof. X's work is preserved like this forever on the Internet. My students and I find her one of the distinctive emerging voices of the internet Spoken Word. 1 of them found her featured here through some womyns' festival links. Her style has encouraged me to look deeper in my own work. If you are reading this, Tyeisha, know there are many who follow your Internet work. here's a poem you inspired me o write.


Looking Within

on the floor is a mirror
on the mirror is two holes
sisters, alike in shape
but wedded to their own
individual
path

membranes of no man's land
separates them

one hole giveth
the other taketh.
rose white
and
rose red

and, which sister will i be?

will i take
in
in in
all that is offered?
comforting, soothing,
e x c i t i n g...if that is my part?

Or will i only push out
out out out
the refuse i have fed on
since daddy fed me
(his own bitter refuse)
on maple street, while
the
sub
urbs
slept
?

sister holes, reflected.
sister paths

beckoning

with no man's land
'tween

[Lycia The Repentant]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Well, I didn't hate it as much as, say, Musky Clam Love.

But whatever happened to writing real poetry, instead of bizarre lezbeanic rants?

[Pandora's Box]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

real poetry, to use your label, comes from real people, using real words, expanding real experiences.

There is no good or bad in real poetry, only the real (to use your word again) attempt to share something real.

The variable (the no man's land i write about) is we all carry our own reality.

We all have our own voice (or pen) to free this reality.

I am glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you. The human experience is meant to be shared, in all its alternating glory and pitiful setbacks, and i am glad we could share this experience.

[Lycia The Repentant]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Nonsense! Real Poetry™ looks like this:

"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme." Excerpt from Book 1 of Paradise Lost

Your poem, on the other hand, was a horrifying mixture of blatant misandry and disturbing freudian imagery. The only way it could be said I enjoyed it is in comparison to Laquisha X's "work".

[Pandora's Box]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Your poem, on the other hand, was a horrifying mixture of blatant misandry and disturbing freudian imagery. The only way it could be said I enjoyed it is in comparison to Laquisha X's "work".

The Written Word is forever. New Thought is almost always a shock, and i can understand how you might be uncomfortable with, or even recil from the New Thought process. If you do not enjoy or connect with or feel a sisterhood to/with/about/for/inside the poetry of today, it will be there for you when you are ready for it.



Nonsense! Real Poetry™ looks like this:

"Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme."

Excerpt from Book 1 of Paradise Lost

Of course this poetry meant something to the people of that time, but we are not of that time. We are of today, and tomorrow. Note especially the restrictive coils of the phrase "til one greater Man" (line 4) limits the horizon of the experience. We are to wait for one greater Man (note capial letter, denoting male superiority)? And we are to link all that has come before in human experience to "of Man's first disobedience" (line 1)? What is disobedience...and why focus on meely the male (or Male, as the poem would have it) experience/"disobedience"? Is that all this history holds for us? In this/that poet's eyes, I fear to say, yes.

It is especially diappointing/disquieting/disturbing/disarming to see the female once again appearing only as the Heavenly Muse...."singing"/performing for the man's pleasure. We womyn are not idealized creatures. We are not untainted angels. We live alongside man, we feel the same rain, the same tears, the same tender touch of companionship, or sting of the blow.

Aren't you tired of wearing the heavy mantle of the "Heavenly Muse"? I know i, and many of my students, indeed are/have been.

Thank you for sharing your poetry, though i myself feel no connection to it and reject its restrictive separation of the male/female.

[Pandora's Box]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

How come i cannot edit my previous post? Writers nely on the ability to reshape their work, like the sculptor handling moist clay. I had wanted to put the ancient poem/quote in a separate quote bracket/section.

I also wanted to say I am always glad to share ideas and the human experience with another sister. And though I do not self identify with the Milton poem, I feel a oneness from having seen inside your tase.

[jennabenna]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Moonlight

When sky dances,
I dance.
You dance.
We dance.
Free in our solstice,
Our sunset.
Our moonrise.
Our love.
Life explodes in colors,
Tie dye,
Spiraling,
Universes.
The world is ours to feel.
Think.
Live.
Love.
Just open your heart, and the light will get in.

[Rev. M. Rodimer]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Moonlight

When sky dances,
I dance.
You dance.
We dance.
Free in our solstice,
Our sunset.
Our moonrise.
Our love.
Life explodes in colors,
Tie dye,
Spiraling,
Universes.
The world is ours to feel.
Think.
Live.
Love.
Just open your heart, and the light will get in.

Wow.

How can I express my feelings about this masterwork, JellyBelly?

I know!

If this were American Idol, and you were singing, Simon Cowell would be howling at your Moonlight.

[Professor Tyeisha X]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

I'm excited Prof. X's work is preserved like this forever on the Internet. My students and I find her one of the distinctive emerging voices of the internet Spoken Word. 1 of them found her featured here through some womyns' festival links. Her style has encouraged me to look deeper in my own work. If you are reading this, Tyeisha, know there are many who follow your Internet work. here's a poem you inspired me o write.

Thank you for those kind words my sister! <---racist smilie, should be brown-skinned

It's wonderful to have another like-minded, intelligent human being here with me to fight against the ignorance peddled by these backwoods backwards hillbillies. Indeed, it is truly ironic that these people stem from the same people of the 19th century that attempted to "educate" our superior race of African peoples, and now in the 21st century the tables have turned, with us educating them and bringing them civilization.

Someday hopefully you may come out to California. My wife and I have an open relationship and we would be willing to broaden your horizons and let you experience womanhood to its fullest.

[Professor Tyeisha X]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Jennabenna and Pandora's Box have shared some truly magical, inspiring poetry with us. These womyn are truly liberated from the male hegemonic thought process that enslaves the rest of womynkind.

Here is a recent poem of mine. I read it Friday night in a Berkeley coffee shop while my words were accompanied by an Australian didgeridoo.

ANAL WARTS
by Prof. Tyeisha X

A jar of Sangria
Sweet organic melons
Melissa Etheridge on the radio
You and I

Temperature 98 degrees
my thighs burning for your face
my face burning for your thighs
Temperature rising
sweet organic melons and a jar of sangria

inside and outside
we explore each others territories
not a savage white male European explorer raping and plundering an indigenous population
but gentle civilization sweeping over
enlightenment
i learned more in one night
just from the way your tongue tickled me there

sweet organic melons and a jar of sangria
sangria melons sweet delight
juicy melons taste sweet
and in the morning you left
empty bottle
empty plate
empty heart

5 years have gone without you here
the amazing things you have taught me
you have left me with wisdom
you have left me with pride
you have left me with anal warts
i carry your virus in me forever
love burns eternal
encircling my anus
my anus marked as your territory
now and forever

[WilliamJenningsBryan]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

I'm sorry for having a life.

You have no life or future without Jesus. The Holy Spirit guided you here again, listen to the gentle calling of Jesus before it is too late.