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Wednesday Night at the Cantab Lounge - Cambridge, MA

December 10th, 2009

From left:  Chris O’Carroll, Tom Rubenoff, and Fred Solari

Located at 738 Mass. Ave., the Cantab Lounge offers open mic, a featured poet, and a poetry slam to the Cambridge poetry community every Wednesday night.  This Wednesday featured a semi-final slam, Joshua Bennet as the featured poet, and yours truly, Tom Rubenoff, participating in open mic night. 

Sign up for open mic starts at 7:45 and poets start lining up a few minutes before that.  The 20 or so participating poets ranged in age from probably 21 through at least (I know for sure) 53, were white, African American, Asian or Latino, male or female, gay or not gay.  I heard no bad poetry and some very good poetry.  I thoroughly enjoyed participating and anticipate becoming a regular there. 

The two poems recited by Chis O’Carroll at open mic appear on this web site.  Fred Solari recited a single moving and thought provoking long poem of consistant intensity, entitled, “Love Conquers Nothing.” 

Joshua Bennett, the featured poet, blew me away.  This young man recites from the heart and the gut, fully present, fully revealed.  The impact of his performance is spectacular.  

Joshua read his poems, “Derrick,” “Kite,” “J Dilla as my DeLorean,” “Black Boy Blues,” “Carbon Copy,” and “Tamara’s Opus.”  Joshua is a senior at the University of Pennsylvania and a world class competitor in the arena of slam poetry.  His poems are compelling and driven, delivered from the heart withenergy and impact, like this excerpt from “Carbon Copy,”

“…I pick up a pen
allowing my words to rocket through the air
like I was on a first name basis with the wind…”

His work is filled with vivid images delivered crisp and hard into the listener’s consciousness.  As I listened, I felt as if I was soaring along with the rocket-words of this talented young man, visualizing “Derrick” the at-risk youth or Joshua’s father in “Carbon Copy” almost as if I had seen these people with my own eyes. 

I found “Tamara’s Opus,” sections of which were recited simultaneously audibly and in American Sign Language, to be particularly moving.  The poem was made so much more engaging by Joshua’s honest expression of conflicting emotions about growing up with his elder sister who lives with a hearing impairment.

I will wait eagerly for the chance to hear him read again. 

Regrettably I could not stay for the slam.  I will report on a slam event in the near future. 

Jason Sturner - Last Words

Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. In addition to poetry he writes short stories of psychological horror and the supernatural. In 2004 he published his first book of poetry, titled Kairos, followed by two chapbooks in 2008: 10 Love Poems and Selected Poems 2004-2007. Jason currently resides in Wheaton, Illinois and makes his living as a botanist. For more information please visit www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com 

Read Jason Sturner’s poem, Last Words

 

Sestina

I like to experiment periodically with forms.  Lately I’ve been attracted by the sestina.  The sestina has six, six-line stanzas followed by a three-line envoi.  Instead of a rhyme scheme it has an ending-word scheme. 

Stanza 1. ABCDEF
Stanza 2. FAEBDC
Stanza 3. CFDABE
Stanza 4. ECBFAD
Stanza 5. DEACFB
Stanza 6. BDFECA
Envoi.     ECA or ACE

One way to write a sestina is to choose the six ending words in advance, like this: 

A. emptiness

B. absence

C. love

D. image

E. beauty

F. peace  

 

I wrote the following sestina using these line-ending words: 

 

Emptiness

En-womb me in the warmth of emptiness  
Dancing joyfully in your absence
Lit by a tiny flame of love -
My own – I hold beside your image
Time-blurred, half remembered beauty  
I force you to bless me with a requiem of peace   

Vulnerable, I lie naked in peace
On a bed of emptiness
The sole admirer of my beauty
Passion made so much sweeter by its absence
Like remembered honey, an image
Of sweet, sticky love 

Singing a silent song of love
The music is peace
Sung in my own image
Resonating in a cave of emptiness
Echoing in your absence
A melody of meaningless beauty

In the silent orange dawn I see beauty
Spread across the sky in love
Ahead stretches the path of absence
A way that I must walk in peace
Paved with stones of emptiness
Carved in my image

When I close my eyes I see an image
A smile of beauty
On my face and yours, at emptiness
Our friend:  you empty of love 
And me empty of peace
Our kitchen full of absence

I will be joyful in your absence
Smile at your remembered image
Wait for never in peace
And see in nothing beauty
As the wind, chill and cold, like love
Hones sharp the edges of my emptiness

Feeding emptiness,
My love,
I, alone, see my beauty

Thanksgiving with a Twist - 2009

Wishing all our readers a happy and healthy Thanksgiving holiday with family and/or friends.

Personally I like the idea of Thanksgiving with a twist, like vodka with twist.  Lots of vodka with a twist.  ALL the vodka.  Oh well. 

I posted a Craigslist ad in Chicago and poked around on Facebook and elsewhere for some twisted Thankgsgiving verse and guess what?  I got some.  Here they are:   

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