I have always been a fan of verse, first written and then spoken. Not in the freestyle, rap kinda way but a cool easy reading of poetry from the heart.
In college, a friend of mine was a big fan of what was affectionally called The Black House. Every week he and I would go together for poetry slam or whatever it was called back then. It was cool, new engaging. I was even tempted to scribble my name on the list and bear my soul. I never did.
Like music, the more popular the scene became the more crowded the list got. People started to copy whatever was hot and got the most applause at the previous session. Pretty soon you could summarize all of the recited poems into 3 categories: afrocentric, ghetto tales, and the sexual.
Imagine man in dashiki, playing a flute then he starts, "What is higher? What is learning? What is higher learning?" Uhm, no thanks.
I was at Myowne's blog and all of these fun memories came back to me.
I would like to start a poetry feature here on Talulazoeapple. If you would like to be featured email me your poems at Talulazoeapple@yahoo.com.