The first thing to know about performing poetry is
that if you don’t know the first thing about performing poetry
you cannot expect that you will be able to discern whether the audience is enjoying themselves or not.
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Oh yeah, these lights
will throw sand in your eyes.
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From behind the microphone, there will be gobs of eyes to set you in stone,
so you would do well to assume the dust and carved hardness of a loveless room and
keep moving.
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keep moving.
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All the cuties in the house are formulating
poems about failure
with your face in mind. And
by no means should you expect
the other performers on the bill
to rally the crowd for you from the back of the house.
The others
are wall-flowering in judgement. Or
are wall-flowering in judgement. Or
they’re in the ecstasy of words you didn’t write, connecting
with mucus and tendon all the signifiers you left in the void.
[Poets are like that shrimp that has more optical cones than you: they
see in patterns you cannot know,
and, being shrimp, they couldn’t explain if they wanted to,
though they do,
and so they are always furrowed masses of malcontent, sexy
in their villainy of language, spied on
by science, and the normative sex of 2 things alone.
And no more.]
But also, some of the performers have the simple seeming of
dopes who are doomed to bad metaphor and zhuzh -
dopes who are doomed to bad metaphor and zhuzh -
either way,
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poets are not to be trusted.
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poets are not to be trusted.
The sixth thing to know about performing poetry has something to do with sincerity. Unless
you’re really cool.
you’re really cool.
Seventh Thing- You are not a stand-up comic, unless you are,
in which case you will be. Good for you.
And you may ignore the previous instruction. Unless
you are very good.
Eight:
Your heart will be crushing the hand
of your throat in anticipation of flight
or birth.
or birth.
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And finally.
A thing to know about performing poetry is that if you are persistent or lucky enough to get a gig, or if the venue is desperate enough to host your shit,
Fail.
You could be a lobster or a tree for no reason at all, but you,
Are a poet.
-JV
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