Thursday, 20 February 2014

Er ... Eish, I Forgot.





I feel I need to make something clear, for the sake of my sanity and for the sake of exposing artistic and more specifically, poetic charlatans.  
Look, of course it’s always great to get a financial reward for doing what you’re supposed to love.  Each time someone asks me to come recite poetry and they say they’ll hook me up with some small change I smile, mainly because I would do it for free.  Thing is, I love propagating certain ideals and ideas, I revel in knowing that after I leave a stage people will be thinking – I hope – about what I’ve said for a long time to come.  Knowing this makes me hard, not particularly in a fornication sort of way, but rather in a revolutionary kind of form.  It is as if each time I write a poem, each time I recite poetry on a stage, each time I post wordsmithery on the interweb I earn one more battle scar, for indeed we are at war!  If you want to know what war we are fighting, read other posts from this here weblog and enlighten yourself.    I digress; do not think because we live in a capitalist, consumerist, materialistic world, that we are all that way inclined.  Not all of us are so willing to sell our blessed gifts for a case of beer and a flight to the coast.  No, no, let that sink in.  Don’t let is pass you by because you’ve heard it before and understand it intellectually.  The idea of trying to make the craft “professional” is as ludicrous as it is greedy.  The way I see it, any young person talented or blessed enough to call themselves a poet is intelligent enough to do anything they put their mind to.  Let these be our future thinkers, our authors, etc.  Nurture the craft; there is no need to be crowding young minds with ideas of business cards, networking, branding, blah, blah, blah.  Let the poesy do the talking!  All this competition, slamming bullshit is just that, bovine excrement.  Indeed, I have taken part in one or two – only during the past year of my illustrious fourteen-year career – and even then, I left with a large chunk of my inner most parts missing.  Yes, #wordsmith is a purist and an idealist!  There are so many gifted individuals out there who get caught up in trying to build careers or make a living from reciting poetry.  This leads too many of us to focus on what makes the crowd scream, shout n clap than focus on the craft of wordsmithery.  Why?  Personally, I’ve never seen reciting poetry as entertainment, for me that’s like saying speeches by politicians, sermons by preachers, lectures by teachers or indeed a thorough tongue lashing by an elder is entertainment.  Of course, it can be entertaining, but it is not entertainment.  That is particularly true because of our current social context – we are not taking into account historical contexts here.  Shit is just fucked up and poets have to stand up and work towards literally fixing society.  Those who have “made it” might argue that poetry is like any other art and people should be able to make a living from it, fair enough, but should we not get to that point by being redeemers or saviours of our society first?  Will the reward not come then?  Ja, ja, ja… I know, I know,  “…typical poet with delusions of grandeur!”  Mara se salang, what you’ve just read makes you tingle in a place you forgot exists.  Again, why?  Not sure, perhaps because you know that is exactly what our society needs and you know there’s no better way to get that than through poetry…and music.  As long as people are stupid enough to offer money and other cool treats for doing what we love, we will take advantage of them fools while at the same time educating the ignoramus.  These little trinkets should not be our goal, aim or aspiration.  Eish, I totally forgot why I began writing this in the first place!  There is a point hidden in there somewhere. Oh well, if I remember I’ll holler.
#wordsmith


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