Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryqLr9ehn7Q
I used to go to these poetry slams in Des Moines. Little coffee shops of academia. They were competitive. I won a few. I was homeless and going through a divorce, life had me by the throat. I wanted to win at living. That was going to be a long shot.
The patrons applauded after the poetry was read. And after the cruelty of The concrete, the applause felt nice. But mostly, it was the pretty posey, the cute and polished cat s**t that received the prizes. The stuff with no guts. It felt like I was watching goldfish in a bowl.
Eventually, I walked out of the coffee shop circuit. It didn’t prepare me at all for my debut in the abandoned houses, writing words on the walls of those mad January nights.
I am happy to announce the release of my brand new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/Its-Just-Skip-Jump-Madhouse/dp/B0DY4XDQYC/ref=
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Good to see you again Thomas. I really like how you describe episodes in your life, whether purely autobiographical or partly fictional, in simple, straightforward language (that’s a compliment) that seem pretty easy to relate to, then you insert these lines that really wake up the reader. Some of your lines here for a few moments had me “by the throat.” The last four lines in particular just kill! That is the strongest ending to a poem I have seen in a long, long time. Really well done.
I loved that this poem had so much storytelling and enlightened you. An absolutely admiring narrative. I also love the value you give to your poems, you put a part of your life into words and voice it. Great sir! you are an idol for me
i remember similar poetry reads
my uncle was a 'beatnik' if ya will
not a sleeveless maynard or beret wearing flautist or audience 'finger snapping' approval event
rather social meets in parks or small stage venues and gatherings in the homes of supporters and participants ... YEP I WAS HOOKED, still AM!
IT WAS ENLIGHTENING! I BLAME THEM FOR MAKING ME WOKE!
oh YES the wonder days of the 60s and 70s done did me well!
I was once “out of doors” too mostly because I was more interested in getting wasted than getting sustenances but one food did eventually satiate me and that was writing poetry and music luckily the writing won over my self destruction too it’s nice to know it saved you too:) I really liked this poem and the honesty in it that is true poetry
Wow I really enjoyed this but it was kind of brutal to read too (I mean that in a good way). Really kind of all hits you there in the end.
Unfortunately so much of life is that way, the prizes we most think we want to win end up not being worth what it would take to get them.
Great write.
A memoir of life's lessons here. The speaker was enjoying applause for his poetry during a difficult time in his life. Then he realized the winners in the contests were purveying hackneyed, stale stuff, and he quit the slams. What the "abandoned houses" he graduated to were I cannot say, but apparently they were what he needed as a writer.
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They were, I'm clad I graduated from that life lesson. lol Thanks, my friend.
This is a raw and honest portrayal of experiences. I love how you weave together the different threads of competition, vulnerability, and resilience. The way you describe the coffee shop scene versus the reality of writing in abandoned houses is particularly striking.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..