And a lot of times in slam poetry I feel like people are so worried about the performance that the words might not be as strong.
I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.
The things that haven't been done before, Are the tasks worthwhile today; Are you one of the flock that follows, or Are you one that shall lead the way? Are you one of the timid souls that quail At the jeers of a doubting crew, Or dare you, whether you win or fail, Strike out for a goal that's new?
It matters not what goal you seek - its secret here reposes: you've got to dig from week to week - to get results on roses.
A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I've played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year.
Don't give up, what've you do; eyes front, head high to the finish. See it through!
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home
It is an easy and vulgar thing to please the mob, and not a very arduous task to astonish them; but essentially to benefit and to improve them is a work fraught with difficulty, and teeming with danger.
The arts were a big part of my childhood. We went to the theatre and opera a lot as a family. We were not at all wealthy, but it was at a time when the arts were publicly funded and there were free tickets available. For someone like myself who wasn't that academically inclined, it was a great escape.
No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.
I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?