#poetryperformance

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Bob Cobbing, Whisper Piece, 1969.

[fortheloveofpoetry]

How does one even describe what it is to be a woman to those who don’t understand? How, in a time like now, when we continue to be targeted & made to feel like victims even by those sworn to protect us, do we remain strong? How do we keep fighting when our hearts are so heavy with the knowledge of all the hate & pressure continuously shoved onto us? I dont know the answer. But I know that we need each other. I know that we reach for one another when the sky is heavy & we tirelessly search the night for those we are scared to lose in the darkness. This week I am heavy. Weighted down by anxiety & lack of hope. I am wondering the streets of my mind too fearful to wonder the streets outside, searching for ways to become & share light. Some of my thoughts are poems, some are songs, some are howls. I have been asked to share them with you this weekend at a live event hosted by Redbridge Libraries. I want to hold & be held. I want to sit in a circle with people I love & cry. I want to feel your breath & hands & heartbeats... But while none of that is yet possible, I will settle for wanting to see your faces in tiny boxes on my laptop screen & knowing that, for a moment, I am not alone. If you want that too, I look forward to sharing space with you this Friday night. The event is free. Lots of love, Bella ❤️ #womenshistorymonth2021 #poetryperformance #poemsforher (at Zoom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMhLtMdjfmj/?igshid=1n3gwzz5kd6oe

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"Static Cream" by Count MoriVond, from MLS: The Covid19 Writings

“Static Cream” by Count MoriVond, from MLS: The Covid19 Writings

Episode three: Static Cream

The 3rd installment of “Mortification-Like Sentiments: The COVID19 Writings” series called: STATIC CREAM …and further down the existential, corona-laden mind-grave we go… a- jolting and a-jarring. More poetry and less performance.

—Count MoriVond

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[quotesandnotesshewrote]

Theme: Inspire Poetic Video "Have Faith" You know it's true 💙 You know you've gotta have it 💙 It all starts with you now 💙 Message in a poem 💙 #faith #believe #opportunity #staystrong #behappy #goforit #goodvibes #clairemariepoeticnotes #poetry #poets #lyricist #music #poetryperformance #wordjam #london #freshstart #justdoyou #videopoem (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUS0mUFfUM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5a3jljg87hsd

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Last week at the @selahfestival2019 we performed the live version of No Poetry, which is a poetry performance about Christ and the Church featuring @germanethinkin and @marjdiamond If you would like us to come and perform this powerful piece at your event please get in touch. If you've never seen it, You can see the short film version on our YouTube channel https://youtu.be/_8h5cqdltjY #spokenword #poetryperformance #dramameetspoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/B3eR5F4HWkL/?igshid=1blf9n7wjm2k6

[tedwashington]

Palabra! Vera Sanchez is our featured artist Thursday, September 27th at @labodegagallery #poetry #poet #writer #poetrycommunity #poetryperformance #barriologan #sandiego https://www.instagram.com/p/BnmTqsHn73p/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=s80vbxn0x9z3

[wordsby-f-blog]

Last night I performed for the first time at an open mic. Check my story to see a video! . Tarantella 'Do you remember an inn, Miranda? Do you remember an inn?' because I can only remember waking up to an empty bed and the taste of old tar under my fingernails from when I smoked on the balcony after you left only half as elegant as Juliet leaning against that broken railing, exhaling your burning name like a counterfeit poet. Last week, I decided to quit smoking because these paper-bag lungs would rather bend and heave to the pace of your breath, but I'm a creature of fickle habits that wrap around me like the store-brand cling-film that sticks only to itself; I have paper-mache hands from ticket stubs of torn-up tales, a pastiche of pretend permanence that reminds me that all this world’s a stage and you and I, we are the understudies cowering in the corner, mouthing for the fifteenth night the lines we will never get to speak. But you and I, we learn them with diligence, you and I, we play house on a wooden set, and I try not to slam the make-shift doors on my way out. Tonight you can call me Nora and my doll-house body will dance to the beat of madness before the mad eyes that have seen too much; Tonight, you can call me anything you like, I will still dance like a wind-up toy, My pendulum rhythm pre-set to the heartbeat of your pendulum swing. Tonight the last curtain falls from a false ceiling because you’ve gone around and blacked out the windows again and all we have now is a silhouette of sounds, an orchestra of panting tuning its strings. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #writerscommunity #poetryperformance #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #poetryofinstagram