Get Your Poetry Played on the Radio

Hey all, I host a radio show that broadcasts to Sacramento and the greater Sacramento area. If you send me your material and it is good, I will play it. You can send me mp3s online or send demos to:

KDVS [Attn: Giorgio]
14 Lower Freeborn Hall
c/o UC Davis
Davis, CA 95616
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Off we go a'travelling!

Well folks, in less than two hours I'll be on a train to Hollywood to go rep St Pete across Miami this weekend. Wish me luck; hopefully I won't be kidnapped and sold into slavery!

Anyone in South Florida this weekend should feel free to come check me out featuring at these spots:

Friday - Wallflower Gallery
Saturday afternoon - Miami Beach Civic Center
Saturday night - The Penthouse on South Beach

I will see y'all again on Wednesday when we have Project I.T. back up to The Lobby featuring South FL's talent for your listening/viewing enjoyment.

Now, off I go to make sure I have enough cigarettes to last my chain-smoking ass, fill up my hip flask and hit the train station!

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Well, I'm new to this community, but not new to slam. I've been in about three or so of them, and enjoyed them all thoroughly. Though I prefer group slams to individual ones. What's wonderful, is our Slam team is the pioneer group in our school, so hopefully we can be sent overseas (chicago! take us to chicago!) later on.

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I'm looking for some random thoughts on this. I'll share my view with those who care to read feedback from everyone here in the comments.

I was on myspace earlier, and I saw that there was a chain letter going around. In extremely "whiney preteen" elementary speech, it went about like:

"RACISM SUCKS, AND THERE ARE SO MANY THAT JUST HATE PEOPLE BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN! IF YOU'RE NOT A RACIST SIGN THIS!"

A significant amount of my friends not only posted this again, but signed it. There were over 500 signiatures by the time I read it.

Thoughts? I want to really know what's in your head, so don't do or say anything that would put you in the "politically correct" category, if it really doesn't describe what's in your mind.

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Hey, I'm torn on whether or not I like this. It's more meant to be spoken, if that helps. Any form of feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Love is blind
are the people
who are hoping to find
yourself a husband,
find yourself a rhyme
is important
when you're taking your time
is a healer
of unavoidable loss
of a vision
deprivation of a cause
for seclusion
well lets have a resolution
resolution of the cause
resolution of the loss
or better yet a revolution
where you still will take your time
and don't need to find a rhyme
because this crowd is the sublime
of grace in independency.
Zeppelin, Page & Plant

howdy

hey folks. i just got into slam today and decided to write one of my own...i only have the text and i know so much of slam is performance but i was wondering if i posted it here if i could get some critique/feedback. thanks
corset.

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I need something to hold onto,

For so long
We waited.
I thought,
Beyond a shadow
Of a shadow
Of a doubt,
That there was reason
To believe.

Tonight I find myself.
Soaking cinnamon bark
Into vodka,
Slipping meaning into my drink,
Begging her
To just let go.
Though,

She never hears me.
Never did,
Never will.

This is the…
Irony.
In twenty days
We both will have risen.
(There is something deeper to this,
Though I am missing the meaning.)
Pouring down
That last
Drop.
“Redemption!”
She screams,
Believing she is deep.
“Dreaming,”
I would tell her,
And push her back to sleep.
In such delirium
We can believe anything.
There is an opiate hidden among the flowers.
You just have to search.

I would kiss her,
7:18 on Sunday morning.
Creep downstairs,
Never waking the family.
Slip out before they wake.
“Brooklyn Sundays are so crisp,
Before the world wakes,
Sleepy and stumbling home.”
I loved the F-train.
And I cried every time
I boarded it north.

I want to be the one
Whose toes you kiss.
Though I would never have let you,
Then.

I am living off a memory.
No,
I am living in a dream.
Or at least,
I am trying to.

Tonight, cinnamon barks
And sugar cubes,
Breaking meaning
From the lips
Of an undeserving lover.