We came. We saw. We conquered.
Cheesy, I know – but that is what it felt like. On Saturday 17 August the SLAMbassador Sessions took over Rich Mix Venue One and packed it full of stamping, hand smacking, big-souled audience members. Most left with eyes as wide as the poets’ hearts and with fingers itching to write on the backs of bus tickets on the way home. Some probably added to the graffiti around Brick Lane with sonnets and couplets and things that don’t even rhyme. In short, it was a wicked gig.
One of the reasons I am so proud of the SLAMbassador Sessions artists is the uncompromising love and support they show each other. When we founded the first national youth slam there was a fear that the slam form would only serve to competitise poetry, but those fears have been proven wrong time and time again. The real poetry takes place back stage.
The poetry is in their words. The poetry is in the way they listen to each other. It is in the silences as they focus and the screams as they find the next words.
I have always wanted to take the national team on tour. Please let’s make this happen. Soon.
I also want to give a shout out to a new poetry collective that some SLAMbassadors have joined called Burn After Reading – please go and see them and support them wherever they next play. It happens at the Gallery Cafe in Bethnal Green, and I will be featuring there on September 18th. It would be wicked to see you there.
in the meantime read this write up by SLAMbassador Aisling Fahey – one of our group who is the final 6 poets lined up by Spread the Word for the post of London Poet Laureate.