I have some great artwork
Big epic paintings
Sculpture
Some hanging and some standing
Now I have the memory
Of art presented
Ephemerally
One shot one time
Now
And it resonates
So well
Echoes
Of old Bill
Intimations of social consciousness
Angry young women
Angry young men
Grooving on Coltrane
Channeling the Bohemians
Taking the voice of the street
To the street
Challenging beliefs
Spreading the grief
Rhythm
Rhyme
Textured lines
A sense of standing
Outside of time
Solidly retro looking back at Kerouac
In the moment
Now
Remembering the girl behind the counter
As a kid at a birthday party
A moment found long years ago
Come on, don’t get me started
Tonight don’t stretch
It snaps
Like the smattering of accolades
Finger snaps
Hurray
To all
To the best let’s applaud
By snapping
Fingers in the night
David Trudel © 2012
Good slam in Victoria then? Glad you got to hear it. Always inspiring and intoxicating to listen/interact with living, vital spoken word!
Energizing and inspiring and more than a little daunting. It’s a much different artform than the written word.