Wednesday 25 June 2014

Welcome to the featured poet series at the SLASH spoken word column! In this series, we will interview spoken word artists of any age, any background, from anywhere in the world. We feature established performers alongside students and writers who are just beginning to hone their spoken word skills. Read on to learn about our first featured poet, ZoĆ« Riell!

Name: Zoƫ Riell
Age: 17
Location: Poultney, VT, USA



1. How did you first get involved with spoken word?

I was introduced to spoken word poetry in the first Creative Writing class I participated in - before that, I had dabbled with it briefly, but it wasn't until I was given an assignment to write something for the specific purpose of being read aloud that I really started to delve into it with any kind of seriousness.


2. What themes commonly feature in your poetry? How do you use the medium to express identity?

Lately I've noticed that many of my recent poems have featured the longing for fantasy - the desire for the un-ordinary and un-real in everyday life, and how that affects how someone sees the world. More often than not, I'll have a 'protagonist,' if you will, within my poems who, somehow or other, begins a metaphorical journey to go beyond the three dimensions and see what else is out there. In that respect, I guess you could say that my poems are deeply rooted in curiosity. The one thing about spoken word that I can appreciate for personal purposes is how open it is to emotion - the line break, the carefully-placed punctuation, the specific inflection of just one word when read aloud - each of those factors is paramount to being able to express what I want to say in the method I want to convey it.


3. How would you describe your style?

I would describe my style as surrealist - I enjoy taking my readers and listeners to places where they may not feel comfortable or at home, while still maintaining that human element as a lifeline that keeps them invested in the piece.


4. What sets spoken word apart from other forms of writing and performance?

Because it is so vast a medium! With spoken word poetry there is no right or wrong way to go about it - you might write it with blunt vocabulary, leaving nothing to the imagination, or you could shroud your piece in mystery and leave the readers and listeners guessing. The spoken part lends a lot of aid to both sides - there is nothing like hearing something read aloud by the author - it's a glimpse into how they see it, what they were thinking when they wrote it, what the poem means to them. That's why I will always return to spoken word again and again and again.


5. What inspires you?

Reading, without a doubt. I tend to gravitate towards surreal, metaphorically dense & poetically written fiction, and generally speaking if I find one I enjoy very much, at least four or five poems will come of the experience I had while reading them. Also, too, various media forms have all inspired me at one point or another - I've had poems I'm proud of stem from TV shows, from movies, from video games, from a verse in a song. I'm very open to inspiration coming from all sorts of sources.


6. Who are your favorite poets or spoken word artists?

I've have to say Donald Hall - I was given a chapbook by him by my Creative Writing teacher because she thought I might find a connection within his work, and I'm very grateful she did. He has a specific style in which to the casual eye he is merely narrating the everyday, but underneath he manages to capture intense, complex emotions and experiences. It's a feat I've always envied, and I've devoured his work in the hopes of figuring out just what makes him tick.


7. Anything else you'd like to share about your experience? Any advice?

Just write! I'm a notorious perfectionist, and so I find myself making excuses not to sit down and write everyday because I don't have proper inspiration, because it'll be shit, because it'll only be a line and it'll waste paper, etc etc. But what I'm trying to beat into my brain right now is that even if the first draft of something scribbled on the fly is something that should never see the light of day, it will still sit in the back of your brain the next time you sit down - maybe that line break that was decent, those two words you liked, the title you thought was clever, will inspire you to write something glorious the next time!




No Glass by ZoĆ« Riell 

There’s no room for glass in here –
only the labeled shears to shorten
the ribs, the bellows
for the cavernous lungs, and the towering
dumbbells larger than I that I
attempt
to lift sometimes.
No room, not ever,
lest the blood be drawn
out from the woodwork.
I have welded the hinges to the muscle
of the mind—
no doors to my home, no welcome
mats spread for you.
I live with mementos,
memories, meticulous
mindsets,
but no glass.
No glass in here.


Abigail Rampone, SLASH Columnist
slashcolumn@gmail.com

Tuesday 17 June 2014


Welcome to SLASH, a dynamic new feature at HASH magazine. SLASH is a weekly column that will bring spoken word poetry to HASH’s readers.

What is spoken word?

If poetry is alive, spoken word poetry inhabits a third, vivid, and especially personal dimension. It incorporates dynamics, chord changes, staccatos, throat-clearing, gestures, movement, and breathing. Spoken word is where poetry meets theater, but it’s theater that you write for yourself. Spoken word poets are not actors or intermediaries; they both write and tell stories themselves. They present their work with all of the emotions, complexities, and immediacy that the genre allows.

You might hear “spoken word” poetry called “slam poetry” or “performance poetry.” These are all terms for essentially the same artform. A “poetry slam” typically refers to a competition among poets. I first experienced spoken word poetry at a slam. I sat at the back of a packed auditorium and boo’ed when judges didn’t give performers sufficient scores. We gave standing ovations and laughed and screamed when performers exceeded the time limit. Non-competitive performances have the same energy. Audience members snap their fingers to express agreement or encourage the poet.

You might think that spoken word poetry should be loud, energetic, rhythmic, rhyming, controversial, personal, or political. It can be, of course, but that’s only one style. Poets should experiment with diverse techniques and themes. Write about activism, family, frustration, love, your favorite science fiction show, or the deplorable oatmeal in your school’s cafeteria. Spoken word poetry can be loud or soft, fast or slow. Poets can create powerful performances by raising or lowering their voices, rhyming, or stopping. Restrictions don’t apply.

What is SLASH?

SLASH will be a weekly feature on the HASH website. It will feature work from its readers and the HASH staff. It will also present interviews, articles, and posts about effective strategies for creating and performing spoken word. Readers: we will accept video (to be featured on HASH’s YouTube page) or sound recordings of spoken word poetry. Please see the “spoken word” category on HASH’s submission page for details.

“SLASH” is mashup of “slam” and “HASH,” but the word “slash” also indicates two separate ideas, which suggests the union of writing and performance. SLASH has a simple goal: to bring spoken word poetry to new audiences across the world. I grew up in a small town and didn’t learn about spoken word until I was a teenager. Many people lack opportunities to experience live performances. I want to bring spoken word to HASH’s readers and encourage writers to explore this form. I want to challenge you to experiment, invent, and share your spoken word performances with the world.


Abigail Rampone, SLASH Columnist
slashcolumn@gmail.com

Friday 13 June 2014

I want to live with my parents forever because my passion does not bring the money for independence while mother chases away the beatniks because my lifestyle does not bring distinguishable satisfaction

I want to sleep on the floor of a ramshackle drug house, the rats biting my toes to wake me up and lice tap dancing in the forests of my head – a morning fix to add to the joy of working or living or bleeding as the pen quivers at the sight of my magical fingers

I want to curl up into a depressed ball of self loathing after reading rejection letters as my ex-sanguinated soul was not valuable or tainted enough to make money at the big summer sale

I want to be a burden for every friend I’ve ever made my drunken shenanigans remuneration for the never ending pile of favours that empties every wallet and coils around every mind like the shrewd boa of Eden

I want to contemplate suicide in the heartbroken shoes of eternal doomed romantics because my genius is left undiscovered for future generations to find and only then praise in my afterlife

I want to be the saintly nomad of the world – leaving pieces of his angelic heart in every village, fragments of his intellectual brain in every town and his dharma soul scattered throughout the rock

I want to embrace the radiantly malignant bosoms of life – losing myself in the love-struck snatches of the Aphrodite harpies, losing myself in the void of deliberate hallucinations, losing myself in the starry abyss of indie, psychedelic jazz and blues

I want to die too soon by the hand of god or my contradicting hand – my legacy is my life and its infinite struggles that enhance the eventual victories. Tears, blood and madness left behind for the miserable sheep that choose to follow and get high on tea and drunk in nightclubs and copulate ecstatically and write through tearful eyes then die at 27 and I am forgotten and they are reborn

I want to revolutionize the world with my essence – my artistic words to resurrect my heroic saviors and guarantee the sweet release of immortality.

- Gilroy Van Wyk
South African Mechanical-engineer-to-be-turned-wordsmith seeking self-enlightenment by embracing life, many religions, and every bit of knowledge this wonderful world has to offer.

Read Gilroy's 'Era of a Ruined Gods' in HASH E-zine Issue 04 here.



Wednesday 4 June 2014

The enamel moon rises over the darkened land 
The stars sparkle like grains of sand 
The elusive stars flutter from our grasp 
Hanging just out of our begging clasp 
We remain grounded, covered in scars 
And shake our fists at the laughing stars 
We look up at the taunting sky 
And stand with an enduring sigh No matter how many times we tumble and fall 
We'll always dust off and stand up tall

-Sophia Randall