Saturday, April 4 at 7 pm.
April is National Poetry Month. Philadelphia is looking for it’s next Youth Poet Laureate. Sounds like the perfect combination to celebrate at the Swerve!
This has been an amazing year for the evolution of The Swerve! We have heard so many talented voices, breathing words of wisdom through our mic, challenging our ideas, pushing us to pick at our heart scabs. We have been left breathless and in awe of the raw life moments laid down at our audience’s grateful feet. And now, we reach out to the young poets in our region, anxious to share our space and our vision, ready to clap, and snap, and gasp at the talent that takes our stage. Will you join us?
Come out and throw down your spoken word skills. Bring your friends and your original works. Revel in the joy that follows.
On Saturday, April 4, our doors open at 7 PM. This is an Open Mic event being co-hosted by Mary Ann Domanska and Che Carter (10th grader at Springside Chestnut Hill Academy). We’re encouraging poets of ALL ages to join us for one electric evening of powerful prose. Plus let’s not forget our live jazz backbeats. Post it, share it, and put it on your calendar!
ALSO, you still have time to apply to be Philadelphia’s next Youth Poet Laureate! Philadelphia’s Office of Arts, Culture and the Creative Economy (OACCE) is now accepting applications. Entries must be submitted online or postmarked by April 10, 2015. You can reach them HERE.
What Poetry Is
It rips through the flesh
to get at the guts
It uses a scalpel to peel back
the truth of things
Am I making you uncomfortable?
Do you hate the sight of blood?
It is what we’re made of,
this liquid of life
and poetry performs anatomical dissections
on the meat of us
This lancet has a thin, sharp blade
of particular words,
words that slice through
to our aching souls
because what we hear can
quicken the heartbeat
Poets are surgeons, of a sort,
trained in the school of life experiences
and they are skilled at handling
scars and contusions
those nights that have left us
beaten down and injured at the core
A poem might begin like a saline drip,
hydrating and soothing our emptiness
then slowly it works its way
into our bones
With just the right twist of a lyrical phrase
you feel an easing of pain and lessoning of rage
the anesthesia of knowing another soul understands
unburdens your body
relaxes your mind
calms your heart
They say surgery is
an ancient medical specialty
Then writing is an
ancient unraveling of ghosts
and we are the interpreters
of these maladies
stitching up the afflictions of living
with syllables and tones
seeking out the cures with gentle
controlled strokes of a pen
and everyone of you can find your remedies
in our words
Mary Ann Domanska