I recieved an email the other day from Cherryl, thanking me for some links she found on my site. I replied, she replied and sent me a link to the Red Bull Word Clash. I’ve never been to a poetry jam but I think someday I will attend one. I have it in my head it is people in all black clothing with black tilted berets who spout some powerful words but their bodies are still and spouting nothing. The audience shows their appreciating by snapping their fingers.
This post started as an essay about language and race and ethnicity. But it grew to be huge so I moved it to another section.