What exactly is my problem with spoken word artists?
Have you seen Lasisi’s skit on spoken word? That is a visual representation of everything I deem wrong with spoken word as an art form.
He saw the portrait of his enemy, offered
At auction in a street he journeyed nigh,
That enemy, now late dead, who in his life-time
Had injured deeply him the passer-by.
“To get that picture, pleased be God, I’ll try,
And utterly destroy it; and no more
Shall be inflicted on man’s mortal eye
A countenance so sinister and sore!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Coming and going these several seasons,
Do stay out on the baobab tree,
Follow where you please your kindred spirits
If indoors is not enough for you.
I’m trying to remember why I was created. Or at least, that’s what I’d like you to think. Because amnesia sounds a lot better than just plain ignorance. Well…even ignorance is defined as a lack of knowledge, see I’m just faking it. Pretending as if I don’t know, when really I do.