It’s been too long since we had a little Shane. Shane Koysczan, that is. He came to our attention at the Winter Olympics in Canada in 2010, where he delivered his poem We Are More and was introduced to the world. Prior to that, in 2000, he became the first Canadian to win the Individual Championship title at the National Poetry Slam. I don’t follow slam closely, but I think he is probably the premier slam poet. If I ever catch my breath and shake this tank of 02, I want to be him. I want to deliver my words with his kind of passion and intelligence.
The victim of bullying himself, he wrote To This Day, which went viral on YouTube after he presented it at TED. Imagine! A poem with almost a million views since it was published in March of this year. All of Shane Koysczan’s poems are marked by the same acute vision, precise language, and depth of emotion. You can find many of them on YouTube. Help yourself. Meanwhile …
Warning: you may find some of his word-play a bit raw.
. . . and thus we begin another week . . .
I found my way to Niamh’s blog and books via poet Reena Prisad (Butterflies of Time) when Reena reblogged a post from Niamh’s On the Plum Tree. Subsequently, Niamh visited me here and asked me to write something for her Wednesday poetry corner. I was happy to do it, especially since I have been anxious to write about Ruth Stone, an earthy poet whose work I have long admired. If you haven’t encourntered Ruth Stone yet, I hope you will enjoy meeting her today.
I’ve just finished reading Niamh’s The Coming of the Feminine Christ, which I enjoyed, and I’ve also recently asked Niamh to join us on Into the Bardo where she will share with us her wonderful sense of the numinous.
Introducing to the Plum Tree, Jamie Dedes. Jamie is a very intelligent writer and runs a poetry blogazine: Into The Bardo. I have been struck by Jamie’s clarity and thoughtfulness in all she writes and produces. I am sure she will become a hot favourite ontheplumtree as she shares her thoughts and fascinating insights with us. Thank you Jamie for being this week’s guest.
“We go on to poetry; we go on to life. And life is, I am sure, made of poetry. Poetry is not alien – poetry is . . . lurking round the corner. It may spring on us at any moment.”Jorge Luis Borges, This Craft of Verse
Poems clutter the landscape of my mind with bite-sized portions easily committed to memory, ready to be pulled out in a moment of need or want. I like to think of poetry as literary dim…
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