Poetry Out Loud: The Virginia Finals


>>THIS BROADCAST OF “POETRY OUT LOUD” IS BROUGHT TO YOU IN PART BY ROSA BOWSHER. AND BY THE VIRGINIA COMMISSION FOR THE ARTS, A STATE AGENCY THAT SUPPORTS THE ARTS BY DISTRIBUTING GRANT FUNDING FOR NOT-FOR-PROFIT ARTS ORGANIZATIONS, EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS, EDUCATORS, ARTISTS AND LOCAL GOVERNMENTS. Captioning Provided By: Caption Associates, LLC www.captionassociates.com>>I THINK OF THE ARTS AS A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE THAT TELLS A STORY THAT THE HEART CAN HEAR.>>IT’S THE ENTRY POINT. IT’S A GATEWAY INTO A WHOLE WORLD OF POETRY AND LITERATURE.>>THE FACT THAT WE CAN REALLY ENGAGE IN SELF-EXPRESSION, THAT’S REALLY IMPORTANT.>>IT’S THAT CONNECTION TO OTHERS, IT CAN BE PROVOCATIVE OR CHALLENGING.>>WHEN YOU HEAR OTHERS BEING SO INSPIRED AND THEIR WORDS USUALLY FIND SOMETHING THAT SPEAKS DIRECTLY TO YOU AS WELL.>>IN THE WAY THAT THEY’RE SAYING THIS POETRY, IT’S SO POWERFUL.>>GOES HUGE WITH WORDS.>>STILL, YOU ARE SHY OF IT. THE WORLD CALL.>>IT IS NO ROSIE A DREAM THAT BECKONS ME THIS PRETTY FIELD TIME.>>BECAUSE IT IS MY HEART.>>THE TONGUE WE USE WHEN WE DON’T WANT NUANCE TO GET IN THE WAY. WHEN WE NEED TO TALK STRAIGHT.>>”THE IDES OF MARCH.” A CLASSROOM RUNS ON DISCIPLINE SAID MY MENTOR, MR. JOHNSON. A MAN WITH EYEBROWS LIKE BITS OF SHAG RUG. BUT IT HYDRATES ON SHARED HUMOR. HIS HUMMED WITH A GENIAL EASE, I FAILED TO MUSTER. LEFT ALONE WITH THOSE KIDS, BARELY YOUNGER THAN I WAS. THE GIRLS IMPISHLY FLIRTATIOUS. THE BOYS JAUNTILY VICIOUS. MY CONTROL BUCKLED ANY SPECK OF LEVITY GREW GO TONES AND RAMPAGED. HE TAUGHT IT. YOU’LL LEARN THE BALANCE. IT’S BY FALLING ONE FINDS THE TRICK OF IT. I MUST HAVE JULIUS CAESAR FELL AS IF BY SERENDIPITY ON MARCH 15TH, THE IDES. FOR THE ROMANS, A DAY OF FEASTING ON STAGE SHOW WHICH TRADITION, MR. J DECLARED, OUR IDES WOULD HONOR. ALL YEAR YOU’VE HAD THE KIDS RECITE BUT FOR THE IDES, THERE WOULD BE TOTALS AND PIZZA AND ITALIAN SODAS AS THE FIVE WHOSE TURN IT WAS PERFORMED A MONOLOGUE. DISTRIBUTING HIS MIMEOGRAPHS, HE RECITED HAMLET’S ADVICE TO THE PLAYERS NOT TO SAW THE AIR OR STRUT AND BELLOW BUT IN A TONE MORE OF TENDERNESS, THAN CHIDING. LIKE A WISE WORD IN THE EAR HIS ARM ABOUT HIS SHOULDER, HIS HAND UNDER A CHIN. OF COURSE, THEY STILL DID SAW THE AIR AND STRUT AND BELLOW UNTIL SHE LUSTILY BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN. A FRIEND PELTED HER WITH PIZZA WHICH SHE GOBBLED. THEN AFTER HER CAME THIS IDOL BOY, I THOUGHT. WHO WAS TREMENDOUS. HE WENT ON TO A KOREAN THEATER, I BELIEVE. AND WHO QUITE UNNERVED ME, ALTHOUGH THE GIRLS WERE BOTH MARK ANTONY SO WHY SHOULD IT HAVE, I ASK NOW. BY CHOOSING PORSCHE AND BY EMBODYING HER WITH SUCH NATURAL RYE FEROCITY THAT WE WOULD QUIET IT INTO GASPS. I CRIED. I AM A WOMAN. THIS WAS DECADES AGO, THIS WAS SHOCKING. I HAVE MADE STRONG PROOF OF MY CONSTANCY. GIVING MYSELF A VOLUNTARY WHOO, HERE IN THE SIGH. CAN I BEAR THAT WITH PATIENCE. AND NOT MY HUSBAND’S SECRETS. AND INTO THAT PAUSE, HE HIKED HIS TOKER. TODAY US TO FLESH OUR OWN MORE FERAL KNIVES. OR TO SHRINK AND TO SHRINK FROM THERE AS I PREFER TO. MAKE THIS NOT BE AFTER ALL ALL JUST AN EXERCISE. IT SEEMED ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT THIS BOY LOVE LANGUAGE, BUT HE COULD WRENCH FROM IT A MUSIC HARD WITH MEANING COULD BRIDGE OUR HUMAN DISTANCES WITH ITS SNARL OF SONG. AGO, PERHAPS HIS GIRLFRIEND KISSED HIM. MR. JOHNSON, BIG TEETH AND EYEBROWS GAVE HIM A STANDING O. [APPLAUSE]>>HOW ABOUT ANOTHER ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR DEREK CANAMEYER? DEREK IS ONE OF OUR JUDGES THIS YEAR AND THE PIECE HE JUST PERFORMED “THE IDES OF MARCH” IS AN ORIGINAL WORK COMPOSED, ESPECIALLY FOR THIS DAY. WELCOME TO THE “POETRY OUT LOUD” STATE FINALS. THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING. I’M ALEX WILES, YOUR HOST FOR TODAY’S EVENT. TODAY’S RECORDING AND BROADCAST OF “POETRY OUT LOUD” WAS MADE POSSIBLE THANKS TO A NUMBER OF PARTNERS AND SPONSORS WHO WILL BE ACKNOWLEDGED LATER IN THE PROGRAM. “POETRY OUT LOUD” IS A NATIONAL RECITATION PROGRAM SPONSORED BY THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT FOR THE ARTS AND THE POETRY FOUNDATION, IMMERSING HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS IN THE POWERFUL LANGUAGE OF POETRY. “POETRY OUT LOUD” PROVIDES STUDENTS AN OPPORTUNITY TO MASTER PUBLIC SPEAKING SKILLS, BUILD SELF-CONFIDENCE AND LEARN ABOUT THEIR LITERARY HERITAGE THROUGH CLASSICAL AND CONTEMPORARY WORKS OF POETRY. EACH OF TODAY’S 11 CONTESTANTS STARTED AT THE CLASSROOM LEVEL AND COMPETED AT THE SCHOOL LEVEL TO ADVANCE TO THE REGIONAL COMPETITION. THE TWO HIGHEST SCORING STUDENTS FROM EACH REGION WERE INVITED TO COMPETE AT THE STATE LEVEL. THE CHAMPION OF TODAY’S STATE FINAL WILL RECEIVE $200 AND AN ALL EXPENSE PAID TRIP WITH AN ADULT CHAPERONE TO WASHINGTON, D.C. TO COMPETE FOR THE TOP PRIZE OF $20,000 IN THE NATIONAL FINALS ON APRIL 30TH AND MAY 1S AT THE LIZNER AUDITORIUM ON THE CAMPUS OF GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY FORTUNATELY STATE CHAMPION WILL RECEIVE $500 FOR THE PURCHASE OF POETRY BOOKS FOR HIS OR HER SCHOOL. THE FIRST RUNNER-UP WILL RECEIVE $100 AND A STIPEND FOR HIS OR HER SCHOOL LIBRARY. THERE ARE THREE ROUNDS IN TODAY’S COMPETITION. EACH STUDENT WILL RECITE HIS OR HER POEM IN THE RECITATION ORDER AS THEY ARE LISTED IN THE PROGRAM FOR THE FIRST TWO ROUNDS. THREE STUDENTS WILL ADVANCE TO ROUND THREE AND THE TWO OVERALL HIGHEST SCORING RECITATIONS WILL BE VIRGINIA STATE CHAMPION AND RUNNER-UP. STUDENTS WILL BE ANNOUNCED BY THE M.C. AND WILL APPROACH THE MICROPHONE. EACH STUDENT WILL IDENTIFY THEIR POEM AND AUTHOR BEFORE BEGINNING THEIR RECITATION. IF AT ANY POINT DURING THE RECITATION A STUDENT LOSES HIS OR HER PLACE, THEY MAY REQUEST ASSISTANCE FROM THE PROMPTER BY SAYING LINE. WE ARE APPRECIATIVE OF THE EXPERTISE AND DIVERSITY OF OUR JUDGES WITH US HERE TODAY. THREE OF OUR JUDGES WILL ASSESS STUDENTS ON THEIR PHYSICAL PRESENCE, VOICE AND ARTICULATION, DRAMATIC APPROPRIATENESS, LEVEL OF COMPLEXITY, EVIDENCE OF UNDERSTANDING AND THEIR OVERALL PERFORMANCE. ONE JUDGE SERVES AS ACCURACY JUDGE, IDENTIFYING ANY INCONSISTENCIES BETWEEN THE WRITTEN TEXT AND THE SPOKEN WORD. IT’S MY PLEASURE TO BRIEFLY INTRODUCE OUR JUDGES TO YOU. PERFORMANCE JUDGES. DEREK IS A RETIRED TEACHER OF FRENCH AND ENGLISH AND A WRITER AND ACTOR. HIS POEMS AND PROSE HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED IN FICTION INTERNATIONAL, SMARTISH PACE AND ROLLING STONE. HE’S HAD ANOTHER 30 SOME POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE LAST YEAR AND IS THE WINNER OF THE INAUGURAL CHAT BOOK CONTEST FROM THE IRISH JOURNAL BLUE NIB. JILL NOGARIS IS A K THROUGH 12 ENGLISH COORDINATOR AT THE VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION. SHE HAS AN ENGLISH DEGREE FROM GORDON COLLEGE OF MASSACHUSETTS AND EARNED A MASTER’S OF SCIENCE IN LIFE, LITERACY AND CULTURE THROUGH LONGWOOD UNIVERSITY. SHE’S TAUGHT MIDDLE SCHOOL AND HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH AND IS NATIONALLY BOARD CERTIFIED IN YOUNG ADULTS AND ADOLESCENT ENGLISH. TERRY MENIFEE TAO IS A LOCAL ACTOR, WRITER AND MINISTER AND THE EVENTS MANAGER FOR THE COMMUNITY IDEAS STATIONS. HEARSE THEATER AND FILM RESUME SPENDS OVER 25 YEARS INCLUDING PRODUCING, WRITING AND DIRECTING CREDITS. SHE IS AN AWARD WINNING MEMBER OF THE VIRGINIA SCREENWRITERS FORUM. ALTERNATE JUDGE CHRISTINE WALTERS HAS BEEN AN IMPROVISATION ARTIST AND TEACHER FOR OVER 25 YEARS. SHE IS THE FOUNDER OF COMEDY SFORTS AND HAS LED TEAM BUILDING AT TRAINING EVENTS WITH LOCAL AND NATIONAL COMPANIES. WITH PARTNER DAVE GAL, SHE WROTE THE ART OF YES AND WHICH SHARES THE PHILOSOPHY OF IMPROVISATION AS IT APPLIES TO COLLABORATION, INSPIRATION, GRATITUDE AND FUN. ACCURACY JUDGE RICH FILLETTE IS A HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH, THEATER AND MYTHOLOGY TEACHER WHO HAS BEEN WRITING POEMS AND SONGS FOR MORE THAN 40 YEARS. HIS POEMS HAVE BEEN FEATURED IN NUMEROUS ON-LINE AND PRINT JOURNALS. THREE VOLUMES OF POETRY ARE AVAILABLE THROUGH NEOPRENE PRESS. HE LIVES WITH HIS WIFE IN THE SHENANDOAH VALLEY OF VIRGINIA WHERE HE PURSUES HIS INTEREST AS A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR, SINGER AND SONGWRITER, PLAY WRITER AND DIRECTOR. OUR FIRST PERFORMER IS DORY JONES.>>TESTIMONY BY RITA DOVE. BACK WHEN THE EARTH WAS NEW AND HEAVEN, JUST A WHISPER. BACK WHEN THE NAMES OF THINGS HADN’T HAD TIME TO STICK BACK WHEN THE SMALLEST BREEZES MELTED SUMMER INTO AUTUMN, WHEN ALL THE POPLARES QUIVERED SWEETLY AND RANK AND FILE THE WORLD CALLED AND I ANSWERED EACH GLANCE IGNITED TO A GAZE I CAUGHT MY BREATH AND CALLED THAT LIFE SWOONED BETWEEN SPOONFULS OF LEMON SORBET I WAS PIROUETTE AND FLOURISH I WAS FILIGREE AND FLAME HOW COULD I COUNT MY BLESSINGS WHEN I DIDN’T KNOW THEIR NAMES BACK WHEN EVERYTHING WAS STILL TO COME LUCK LEAKED OUT EVERYWHERE I GAVE MY PROMISE TO THE WORLD AND THE WORLD FOLLOWED ME HERE [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS GABRIELLA DURAND.>>I SIT AND SEW BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR NELSON. I SIT AND SEW, A USELESS TASK IT SEEMS MY HANDS GROWN TIRED MY HEAD WAY DOWN WITH DREAMS THE MARSHALL TREAD OF MEN GRIM FACED STERN EYED GAZING BEYOND THE KEN OF LESSER SOULS WHOSE EYES HAVE NOT SEEN DEATH NOR LEARN TO HOLD THEIR LIVES BUT AS A BREATH BUT I MUST SIT AND SEW I SIT AND SEW MY HEART ACHES WITH DESIRE THAT PAGEANT TERRIBLE THAT FIERCELY POURING FIRE ON WASTED FIELDS AND GROTESQUE THINGS ONCE MEN MY SOUL AND PITY FLAMES APPEALING CRIES YEARNING ONLY TO GO THERE IN THAT HOLOCAUST OF HELL THOUGH TO FIELDS OF WHOO BUT I MUST SIT AND SEW THE LITTLE USELESS SEAM THE IDLE PATCH WHY DREAM I HEAR BENEATH MY HOMELY THATCH WHEN THERE THEY LIE IN SALT AND MUD AND RAIN PITIFULLY CALLING ME, THE QUICK ONES AND THE SLAIN YOU NEED ME CHRIST IT IS NO ROSEATE DREAM THAT BECKONS ME THIS PRETTY FUTILES SEEM IT STIFLES ME GOD, MUST I SIT AND SEW [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS COLIN DEVLIN.>>TO A MOUSE BY ROBERT BURNS. WE SPEAK IT TOLERANT, TIMOROUS PISTE WAS THE PANICS THOU NEED NOT START A WAR SAY HASTY WITH BICKERING I WOULD BE ELATED TO CHASE THEE I’M TRULY SORRY MAN’S DOMINION HAS BROKEN NATURE’S SOCIAL UNION AND JUSTIFIES THAT ILL OPINION WHICH MAKES THE STARTLE AT ME I POUR EARTH COMPANION AND FELLOW MORTAL I DOUBT NOT FORCE THOU MAY LIVE A DAY A SMALL REQUEST I’LL GET DELAYS AND NEVER MISSED A WEE BIT HOUSY, TOO, IN RUIN ITS SILLY WINDS ARE STREWN AND NOW TO BIG A NEW AND BLEAK DECEMBER’S WINDS ENSUING THEY SNAIL AND KEEN THOU SAW THE FIELDS AND WEARY WINTER IS COMING FAST AND COZY HERE BENEATH THE BLAST THOUGHT TO DWELL TO CRASH THE CRUEL CULTURE PASSED OUT THROUGH THAT WE BET AND STIFLE COSTING MONEY A WEARY NIBBLE NOW TURNED OUT FOR ALL THE TROUBLE BUT HOUSE AND HOME WITH ALL THE WINTER SWEET AND CALL BUT NOW SEE PROVEN FORESIGHT MAY BE THERE BEST LAID SCHEMES THE MICE AND MEN WE MUST NOT BUT GRIEVE AND PAIN FOR PROMISED JOY STILL THOU ART BLESSED COMPARED TO ME ONLY TOUCHES THE DARK I BACKWARD CAST MY HEAVE AND FORWARD, THOUGH I CANNOT SEE AND HERE [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS IVANAS MENSA.>>”DAWN OF MEN”. AFTER THE COCOON, I WAS IN A HUMAN BODY INSTEAD OF A BUTTERFLY’S ALL ALONG MY BACK THERE WAS GREAT PAIN I GROPED TO MY FEET WHERE I FELT WINGS BEHIND ME TRYING TO TILT ME BACK THEY SUCCEEDED IN DOING SO AFTER A DAY OF EXERTION I CALLED THAT TIME OVERWHELMED WITH THE GHOSTS OF MY WINGS, SLEEP MY THOUGHTS REMAIN THOSE OF A CATERPILLAR I TOOK PLEASURE IN CLIMBING TREES I SNUCK FOOD INTO ALL MY PAINS MY MOUTH PRODUCED LANGUAGE WHICH I ATTEMPTED TO SPIN OVER MYSELF AND RIP THROUGH HAPPIER AND HEALTHIER I DO THIS EVERY FEW MINUTES. I’D THINK TO MYSELF WHAT MADE ME SUCH A FAILURE? IT’S ALL A LITTLE TOUCHINGLY PATHETIC TO LIVE LIKE THIS A GROWN CREATURE TELLING GHOST STORIES STARING AT PICTURES PARALYZED FOR HOURS AND EVEN OVER DINNER OR IN BED, STILL HEARING THE STORIES, SEEING THE PICTURES AND UNDERTOW SUCKING ME BACK INTO MYSELF I’M TOLD TO SET MYSELF GOALS BUT MY MIND DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY I INSTEAD HAVE WISHES FOR MYSELF WISHES AREN’T AFRAID TO TAKE ON THEIR OWN COLOR AND LIFE LIKE A BOY WHO TAKES A RAZOR FROM A HIGH CABINET, PUFFS OUT HIS CHEEKS AND STRIPS THEM BLOODY [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS MIA SHANKMAN. THE LEGEND BY GARRETT HONKO. IN CHICAGO, IT IS SNOWING SOFTLY AND A MAN HAS JUST DONE HIS WASH FOR THE WEEK HE STEPS INTO THE TWILIGHT OF EARLY EVENING CARRYING A WRINKLED SHOPPING BAG FULL OF NEATLY FOLDED CLOTHES AND FOR A MOMENT ENJOYS THE FEEL OF WARM LAUNDRY AND CRINKLED PAPER FLANNEL LIKE AGAINST HIS GLOVELESS HANDS THERE’S A REMBRANDT GLOW ON HIS FACE, A TRIANGLE OF ORANGE IN THE HOLLOW OF HIS CHEEK AS THE LAST FLASH OF SUNSET PLEASES THE STOREFRONTS AND WINDOWS OF THE STREET HE IS ASIAN, THAI OR VIETNAMESE AND VERY SKINNY DRESSED AS ONE OF THE POOR IN RUMPLED SUIT PANTS AND APPLIED MAKI DINGY BUT TOO LARGE HE NEGOTIATES THE SLICK OF ICE ON THE SIDEWALK BY HIS CAR, OPENS THE FAIR LANES BACK DOOR AND LEANS TO PLACE THE LAUNDRY IN AND TURNS FOR AN INSTANT TOWARD THE FLUR FLURRY OF FOOTSTEPS AND CRIES OF PEDESTRIANS, AS A BOY. THAT’S ALL HE WAS. BACK FROM THE CORNER PACKAGE STORE, SHOOTING A PISTOL FIRING IT ONCE AT THE DUMFOUNDED MAN WHO FALLS FORWARD GRABBING AT HIS CHEST A FEW SOUNDS ESCAPE FROM HIS MOUTH A BABBLING NO ONE UNDERSTANDS AS PEOPLE SURROUND HIM BEWELDERED AT HIS SPEECH BUT THE NOISES HE MAKES ARE NOTHING TO THEM THE BOY HAS GONE LOST IN THE LIGHT ARRAY OF FOOT TRAFFIC DABBLING THE SNOW WITH FRESH PRINTS TONIGHT, I READ ABOUT DESCARTES GRAND COURAGE TO DOUBT EVERYTHING EXCEPT HIS OWN MIRACULOUS EXISTENCE AND I FEEL SO DISTINCT FROM THE WOUNDED MAN LYING ON THE CONCRETE I AM ASHAMED BUT THE NIGHT SKY COVER HIM AS HE DIES LET THE WEAVER GIRL CROSS THE BRIDGE OF HEAVEN AND TAKE UP HIS COLD HANDS [APPLAUSE]>>NEXT UP IS ALANA YEW.>>”QUITE FRANKLY” BY MARK CALIDAY. THEY GOT OLD THEY GOT OLD AND DIED BUT FIRST, OK BUT FIRST, THEY CAN POST PLANGENT DEPICTIONS OF HOW MUCH THEY LOST AND HOW MUCH CARED ABOUT LOSING MEANTIME, THEIR HAIR GOT THIN AND MORE THIN AS THEIR SHOULDERS WENT SLUMPY OK BUT NOT BEFORE THE PHOTO ALBUMS GOT ARRANGED BY THEM ARRANGED WITH NIFTINESS, NOT JUST TWO OR THREE BUT 18 PHOTO ALBUMS YES, 18 EVENTUALLY 18 ALBUMS PROVING THE BEAUTY OF THEM AND NOT SOMEONE ELSE THEM AND THEIR RELATIONS AND FRIENDS INCONTROVERTIBLE PLAYING CROQUET IN THAT BLOOMINGTON YARD, FLOATING ON THOSE COMIC INFLATABLES, BUILDING A LEGO PALACE ON THE PORCH HOLDING A BABY BESIDE THE RENTAL TRUCK LEANING ON HEMINGWAY STATUE DISCUSSING THE ETERNITY OF ART IN THAT SARDINIAN RESTAURANT YES AND SO QUITE FRANKLY, AT THE END OF THE DAY, THEY GOT OLD AND DIED OK SURE BUT QUITE FRANKLY HOW MUCH DOES THAT MATTER IN VIEW OF THE 18 PHOTO ALBUMS, BIG ONES, 13 INCHES X 12 INCHES, EACH FULL OF SUCH UNDENIABLE BEAUTY. [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS MARION WHITTINGTON.>>WHERE DID THE HANDSOME BELOVED GO? TRANSLATED BY BRAD GOOCH AND MIRIAM MORTEZ. WHERE DID THE HANDSOME BELOVED GO I WONDER WHERE DID THAT TALL SHAPELY CYPRESS TREE GO HE SPREAD HIS LIGHT AMONG US LIKE A CANDLE WHERE DID HE GO SO STRANGE WHERE DID HE GO WITHOUT ME? ALL DAY LONG, MY HEART TREMBLES LIKE A LEAF ALL ALONE AT MIDNIGHT WHERE DID THAT BELOVED GO GO TO THE ROAD AND ASK ANY PASSING TRAVELER THAT SOUL STIRRING COMPANION WHERE DID HE GO GO TO THE GARDEN AND ASK THE GARDENER THAT TALL SHAPELY ROSE STEM, WHERE DID HE GO? GO TO THE ROOFTOP AND ASK THE WATCHMAN THAT UNIQUE SULTAN WHERE DID HE GO? LIKE A MADMAN I SEARCHED IN THE MEADOWS THAT DEER IN THE MEADOWS WHERE DID HE GO? ALL NIGHT LONG, I IMPLORE BOTH MOON AND VENUS, THAT LOVELY FACE LIKE A MOON WHERE DID HE GO? IF HE IS MINE, WHY IS HE WITH OTHERS? SINCE HE’S NOT HERE TO WHAT THERE DID HE GO? IF HIS HEART AND SOUL ARE JOINED WITH GOD, AND HE LEFT THIS REALM OF EARTH AND WATER WHERE DID HE GO? TELL ME CLEARLY THE BREEZE OF WHOM IT IS SAID THE SUN NEVER DIES WHERE DID HE GO? [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS CATHERINE WIN.>>”MIGHTY PAWN” BY MAJOR JACKSON. IF I TOLD YOU EARL, THE TOUGHEST KID ON MY BLOCK IN NORTH PHILADELPHIA BOWLEGGED AND OMINOUS COULD BEAT ANY MAN OR WOMAN IN 10 MOONS PLAYING WHITE OR THAT HE TRAVELED TO YUGOSLAVIA TO FRUSTRATE THE BEARDED MASTERS AT THE BELGRADE CHESS ASSOCIATION YOU’D THINK I WAS GIVEN TO HYPERBOLE AND IF AT DINNERTIME, I TOOK YOU INTO THE FAINT LIGHT OF HIS SECTION 8 HOME WREAKING OF ONIONS, LIVER AND GRAVY TO SIX LITTLE BROTHERS FIGHTING ON A BROKEN LOVE SEAT FOR ROOM IN FRONT OF A CRACKED FLAT SCREEN ONE WHOSE DIAPER SAGS IT’S A WONDER IT HASN’T FALLEN TO HIS ANKLES THE WALLS BEHIND DOORS EXPOSING THE SHEETROCK, THE PERFECT O OF A HANDLE AND THE SLATS OF STAIRS MISSING WHERE BABY BOY GETS STUCK TRYING TO ASCEND TO A DOMINION FOREIGN TO YOU AND ME WITH ITS LOUD DRUMS BLASTING DOWN FROM THE CLOSED ROOM OF HIS COUSIN WHOSE MOTHER STANDS ON A CORNER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN ALL TIMES OF DAY AND NIGHT EXCEPT WHEN HER RELIEF CHECK ARRIVES AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MONTH YOU’D GET A BETTER PICTURE OF EARL’S FEROCITY AFTER SCHOOL ON THE BOARD IN MR. SHERMAN’S CLASS BUT NOT NECESSARILY WHEN HE STANDS NEAR YOU AT A DOWNTOWN BUS STOP IN A JACKET A SIZE TOO SMALL HUNCHING HIS SHOULDERS AROUND HIS EARS AS YOU IMAGINE THE CHECKERED SQUARES OF HIS POVERTY AND ANGER AND PRAY HE DOES NOT TURN HIS PRECISE GAZE TOO LONG IN YOUR DIRECTION FOR FEAR HE BLAMES YOU AND PROCEEDS TO TAKE YOUR QUEEN [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS SOPHIA SKYDIO.>>”VERY LARGE LOSS” BY CRAIG ARNOLD. YOUR FIRST THOUGHT WHEN THE LIGHT SNAPS ON AND THE BLACK WINGS CLATTER ABOUT THE KITCHEN IS A BAT THE CLEAR PART OF YOUR MIND CONSIDERS RABIES THE OTHER PART DOES NOT CONSIDER NOT ONLY TO STARTLE AND COWER AWAY FROM THE SLAP OF ITS WINGS THOUGH IT IS SOON CLEARLY NOT A BAT BUT A MOTH AND HARMLESS STILL, YOU ARE SHY OF IT IT CLINGS TO THE HOOD OF THE STOVE NOT BLACK BUT BROWN ITS ORANGE EYES SPARKLE LIKE THE TELEVISIONS HOW COULD YOU KILL IT? WHERE WOULD YOU HIDE THE BODY? A CREATURE SO SOLID MUST HAVE ROOM FOR A SOUL THIS THIS IS SO, WHY NOT A CREATURE HALF ITS SIZE OR HALF ITS SIZE AGAIN AND SO ON DOWN TO THE ANTS CLEARLY IT MUST BE SAVED CAUGHT IN A SHOPPING BAG AND RUSHED TO THE FRONT DOOR AFRAID TO CRUSH IT FEELING THE PLASTIC RATTLE LOOSE AND INTO THE NIGHT THE PORCH LIGHT DRAWING FITFUL SHADOWS AROUND THE LANDING THAT WAS A REALLY BIG MOTH! IS ALL YOU CAN SAY TO THE DOORMAN WHO WATCHED YOUR WHOLE PERFORMANCE WITH A SMILE THAT HAS COMPASSION AND HALF HORROR WE FEEL FOR THE CREATURES WE WANT NOT TO HURT AND PREFER NOT TO TOUCH [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS JOSEPH WETZEL.>>”BEAUTIFUL WRECKAGE” BY W.D. AIRHEART. WHAT IF I DIDN’T SHOOT THE OLD LADY RUNNING AWAY FROM OUR PATROL OR THE OLD MAN IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD OR THE BOY IN THE MARKET PLACE WHAT IF THE BOY — BUT HE DIDN’T HAVE A GRENADE AND THE WOMAN DIDN’T LIE IN THE RAIN IN A PIT WITH SUBMARINES JUST FOR FOOD DAFFY DIDN’T GET HIT IN THE KNEE DIDN’T DIE IN THE RIVER STEVE DIDN’T DIE IN A MEDEVAC CHOPPER IN VIETNAMESE IT MEANS PLACE OF ANGELS WHAT IF IT REALLY WAS? INSTEAD OF THE PLACE OF ROTTING SANDBAGS, INCOMING HEAVY ARTILLERY, RATS, AND MUD WHAT IF THOSE ANGELS WERE AIMS AND SKEET THE LADY, THE MAN AND THE BOY AND LIFTED GAFFNEY OUT OF THE MUD AND HEALED HIS KNEE WHAT IF IT NONE OF IT HAPPENED THE WAY THAT I SAID IT WOULD ALL BE A LIE THE WRECKAGE BE SUDDENLY BEAUTIFUL WITH THE DEAD RISE UP AND WALK [APPLAUSE]>>THAT CONCLUDES OUR FIRST ROUND OF RECITATIONS. WE WILL HAVE A BRIEF INTERMISSION AND RETURN TO ENJOY A PERFORMANCE BY PROGRESSIVE HIP-HOP ARTISTS CHRIS STYLES BACON. CHRIS STYLES BACON IS A GRAMMY NOMINATED PROGRESSIVE HIP-HOP ARTIST AND MULTIINSTRUMENTALIST FROM WASHINGTON, D.C. IN 2011, HE BEGAN THE CROSS CULTURAL CONCERT SERIES IN D.C. “WASHINGTON SOUNDS MUSEUM.” HE’S THE RECIPIENT OF MULTIPLE HONORS AND AWARDS AND HAS PERFORMED AT THE NATIONAL CATHEDRAL, THE SMITHSONIAN FOLKLIFE FESTIVAL AND HAS RECORDED A FOLK HIP HOP CHILDREN’S ALBUM. PERFORMING NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME CHRIS STYLES BACON! LET’S LISTEN UNDERWATER! THANK YOU VERY MUCH.>>ALL RIGHT, MY FRIEND. SO EXCITED TO BE PERFORMING HERE NEXT TO ALL OF THESE AMAZING, AMAZING CATS. IT’S HARD TO NOT SMILE, AND THAT IS AN OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD FOR BEAT BOXERS BECAUSE YOU CAN’T SMILE AND BEAT BOX SIMULTANEOUSLY. ALL RIGHT? SO HERE WE GO. NOW, I HAVE SOMETHING I WANTED TO BRING GUY INTO. SO THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY FIRST INSTRUMENT. THE HUMAN BEAT BOX. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GROW UP AND YOU CAN’T AFFORD A DRUM SET. YOU BECOME THE DRUM SET. ALL RIGHT? SO I’M GOING TO MIX MY INSTRUMENT RIGHT HERE WITH THIS INSTRUMENT RIGHT HERE, DO A SONG ABOUT THE HUMAN BEAT BOX. IN ORDER TO DO THIS BECAUSE I’M FROM SOUTHEAST WASHINGTON, D.C. WE HAVE A SOUND CALLED GO-GO WHERE THE AUDIENCE IS A REALLY IMPORTANT PART TO THE MUSIC AND WE DO THIS AND CALL FOR A RESPONSE. I’LL GOING TO SAY SOMETHING, YOU SAY SOMETHING. I’M GOING TO SAY IT’S THE BEAT BOX AND YOU HAVE TO SAY WITH MUCH ENERGY IT’S THE BEAT BOX. ARE YOU READY? ARE YOU SURE? I HAVE THE HARD JOB. YOU JUST SAY IT’S THE BEAT BOX AND I’LL DO ALL THE SIMULTANEOUS BEAT BOX. HERE WE GO. ♪ BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ HERE WE GO! ♪ WITH THE BEAT IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ DO THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ I CAN WALK DOWN THE STREET AND ALWAYS HAVE A DRUM WITH ME I PLAY IT AT THE SHOWS AND THEY SAY IT SOUNDS PRETTY FOR SOME STRANGE REASON NOT EVERYBODY CAN SEE IT SOUND LIKE AND IT SOUNDS LIKE ♪ ♪ IF YOU PUT THEM BOTH TOGETHER THEN ♪ ♪ IT TOOK A LOT OF PRACTICE IT STARTED AS A HOBBY NOW I GOT 20 DIFFERENT DRUMS AND MY BODY IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ YOU’RE THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ I CAN MAKE PEOPLE GROOVE BECAUSE IT SOUNDS SO SMOOTH WITH THE ♪ ♪ BRING IT ♪ ♪ RAP ♪ ♪ THEY GO SMOOTH LIKE THAT ♪ ♪ THE BEAT BOX IS PARTY LET’S SAY IN THE 80’S PEOPLE HEARD THE SOUNDS WHEN THEY SAID IT WAS CRAZY YOU CAN MAKE THE SOUNDS WITH THE LETTERS IN THE ALPHABET T’S AND OTHER THINGS AND DOORBELL RINGS YOU SEE THE BEAT BOX USES ALL TYPES OF THINGS WE CAN REALLY GO FAST AND MAKE IT GO SLOW WE CAN MAKE IT DO BOTH ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ YOU’RE THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ NOW WE ALL HAVE A MILLION DRUMS ON OUR CHEST BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU USE THEM YOU CAN RUN OUT OF BREATH IF IT MAKES THE BEAT WITH THE COUGH AND UP ♪ ♪ BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ HUMAN BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ NOW THIS TOOK A WHOLE LOT OF PRACTICE TO GET ALL THE THINGS SYNCHRONIZED WHEN I FIRST STARTED BEAT BOXING, I WANTED TO PLAY THE GUITAR SO THEN I HEARD GUITAR AND I WANTED TO MIX THEM BOTH TOGETHER. SO WHEN I FIRST STARTED, IT SOUNDED LIKE REALLY LIKE THIS. NOW, NO ONE WAS GOING TO PAY MONEY TO SEE THAT HAPPEN. ALL RIGHT? THAT’S THE REAL THING. SO I WANTED IT TO SOUND LIKE A WHOLE BAND. SO I STARTED WITH A DIFFERENT GROOVE THAT SOUNDED LIKE THIS. THEN I STARTED ADDING ONE BEAT BOX AT A TIME STARTING WITH THE SNARE. AND THEN THE BASS. AND THEN THE HIGH HAT. GIVE THE DRUM SOME. AFTER, THAT I SAID OK. NOW I HAVE THE INSTRUMENTAL. I CAN BE LIKE A D.C. VERSION OF KENNY G. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING? JUST DO THAT, THE GREAT INSTRUMENTALIST FOR ALL. IF I WANT TO CALL IT HIP-HOP, SOMEONE HAS TO RAP OVER IT. SINCE I DON’T HAVE LIKE BROTHERS AND SISTERS THAT PLAY INSTRUMENTS LIKE MICHAEL JACKSON’S FAMILY, I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF. SO I SAID WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE TO PLAY THE GUITAR, BEAT BOX AND DO A RHYME BUT TO DO ALL THREE AT THE SAME TIME. SO I WAS TRYING TO SOLVE THIS WHOLE RIDDLE IN HIGH SCHOOL. SO THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH. ALL RIGHT? PRAY FOR YOUR BOY. ♪ STICK WITH IT STYLE I DO IT FOR PEOPLE THAT WILL PICK UP THE RAP STYLE RAP NOW DOWN GROUND RAPPER FROM THE SOUTHSIDE WE CALL IT CONCERT MAN BLOWING OUT TOO MUCH WE GOT SKILLS THAT WE WERE SHOWING CHILLING WITH THE MAN LIKE THEY HAVE YOU OPEN AND SHOULD BE PLAYING CRUSHING THIS MANUAL LABOR I’M ABOUT TO BLOW UP MAN FLAVOR IT’S THE BEAT BOX IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ FADE IT OUT LIKE AN OLD SCHOOL RECORD ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ IT’S THE BEAT BOX ♪ ♪ THE HUMAN BEAT BOX ♪>>THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS. [APPLAUSE]>>ONCE AGAIN, A BIG HAND FOR CHRIS STYLES BACON.>>TO BEGIN ROUND TWO, FOLLOWING THE RECITATION ORDER FROM ROUND ONE, STUDENTS WILL IDENTIFY THEIR POEM AND AUTHOR. AFTER ROUND TWO, WE’LL TAKE A BRIEF BREAK AND IDENTIFY THE TOP THREE STUDENTS WHO WILL ADVANCE TO ROUND THREE TO DETERMINE TODAY’S STATE CHAMPION. LET’S BEGIN AGAIN WITH PERFORMER NUMBER ONE, DORY JONES.>>”CAGED BIRD” BY MAYA ANGELOU. A FREE BIRD LEAPS ON THE BACK OF THE WIND AND FLOATS DOWNSTREAM TILL THE CURRENT ENDS AND DIPS HIS WINGS IN THE ORANGE SUN RAYS AND DARES TO CLAIM THE SKY BUT A BIRD THAT STALKS DOWN HIS NARROW CAGE CAN SELDOM SEE THROUGH HIS BARS OF RAGE HIS WINGS ARE CLIPPED AND HIS FEET ARE TIED SO HE OPENS HIS THROAT TO SING THE CAGED BIRD SINGS WITH A FEARFUL TRAIL OF THINGS UNKNOWN BUT LONGED FOR STILL AND HIS TUNE IS HEARD ON THE DISTANT HILL FOR THE CAGED BIRD SINGS OF FREEDOM THE FREE BIRD THINKS OF ANOTHER BREEZE AND THE TRADE WINDS SOFT THROUGH THE SIGHING TREES AND THE FAT WORMS WAITING ON A DAWN BRIGHT LAWN AND HE NAMES THE SKY HIS OWN BUT A CAGED BIRD STANDS ON THE GRAVE OF DREAMS HIS SHADOW SHOUTS ON A NIGHTMARE SCREEN HIS WINGS ARE CLIPPED AND HIS FEET ARE TIED SO HE OPENS HIS THROAT TO SING THE CAGED BIRD SINGS WITH A FEARFUL TRAIL OF THINGS UNKNOWN BUT LONGED FOR STILL AND HIS TUNE IS HEARD ON THE DISTANT HILL FOR THE CAGED BIRD SINGS OF FREEDOM [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS GABRIELLA DURAND.>>IN MEMORIAM MARTIN LUTHER KING JR., BY JUNE JORDAN. THE MILK LAND TURNED TO MONSTERS TEACH TO KILL TO VIOLATE PULL DOWN DESTROY, THE WEAKLY FREEDOM GROWING FRUIT FROM BEING BORN AMERICA TOMORROW, YESTERDAY, RIPPED RIGHT EXACERBATE, SPOILED, DISFIGURED, CRAZY RUNNING THREAT THE DEADLY SPRAWL THE ONWARD TONGUE THE OUTWARD HAND THE FORM IS THE NORMAL RAINY RIOT SUNSHINE SHELTER WRECK OF DARKNESS, NARROW GATE, BLANK, EXPLODE, DEPRIVE, ASSASSINATE AND FAT ENOUGH LIKE BULLETS, FAT ENOUGH THE RAVING GREED TERRORIZING DEATH BY MEN BY MORE THAN YOU OR I CAN STOP THEY SLEEP NO REGULATED PLACE OR PULSE OR TIDE OR CHANGING SKY ACCORDING TO SOME UNIVERSAL STAGE DIRECTION LIKE SHORE WASHED SHELLS. WE SHARE AN AFTERNOON OF MOURNING IN BETWEEN PREDICTABLE EXCEPT REHEARSAL, THE BLACK LONG LUNGING RITUAL OF FRIGHT AND SANITY AND MORE DEPLORABLE ABORTION MORE AND MORE [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS COLIN DEVLIN.>>SHOWPLACE BY WILLIAM MATTHEWS. I WAS MISERABLE OF COURSE, FOR I WAS 17 SO I SWUNG INTO ACTION AND WROTE A POEM AND IT WAS MISERABLE FOR THAT WAS HOW I THOUGHT POETRY WORKED YOU DIGESTED LITERATURE OR DIGEST AN EXPERIENCE AND CHAT LITERATURE IT WAS 1960 AT THE SHOW PLACE BUT LONG SINCE DEFUNCT ON WEST FOURTH STREET AND I SAT AT THE BAR CASTING BEER MONEY FROM A THIN UNIFORM THE KID IN THE CITY BIG EARS LIKE A PUPPY AND I KNEW MINGUS WAS A GENIUS I KNEW TO OTHER THINGS, BUT THEY WERE WRONG AS IT HAPPENED SO I MADE THEM LOOK AT THE POEM WELL, THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT GOING AROUND, HE SAID AND SWEET BABY JESUS, HE WAS RIGHT HE LAUGHED AMIABLY HE DIDN’T LOOK AS IF HE THOUGHT BAD POEMS WERE DANGEROUS THE WAY SOME POETS DO THEY WERE BASEBALL EXECUTIVES THEY’D PLOT TO DESTROY SAND LOTS EVERYWHERE SO THE GAME COULD BE SAVED FROM CHILDREN OF COURSE, LATER THAT NIGHT HE FIRED HIS PIANIST IN MID NUMBER AND PUT HIM FROM THE STAND WE’VE SUFFERED A DOMINION IN PERSONNEL HE EXPLAINED AND THE BAND PLAYED ON [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS IVANA MENSA.>>”I SIT AND SEW” BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR NELSON. I SIT AND SEW A USELESS TASK IT SEEMS MY HANDS GROWN TIRED MY HEAD WAY DOWN WITH DREAMS THE PANOPLY OF WAR THE MARSHALL TREAD OF MEN GRIM FACED STERN EYED GAZING BEYONLD THE KIND OF LESSER SOULS WHOSE EYES HAVE NOT SEEN DEATH NOR LEARNED TO HOLD THEIR LIVES BUT AS A BREATH BUT I MUST SIT AND SEW I SIT AND SEW MY HEART ACHES WITH DESIRE THAT PAGEANTS TERRIBLE, THAT FIERCELY POURING FIRE ON WASTED FIELDS AND WRITHING GROTESQUE THINGS ONCE MEN MY SOUL IN PITY FLINGS APPEALING CRIES YEARNING ONLY TO GO THERE IN THAT HOLOCAUST OF HELL THOSE FIELDS OF WHOA BUT I MUST SIT AND SEW LITTLE USELESS SEAM THE IDLE PATCH WHY DREAM I HERE BENEATH MY HOMEY THATCH WHEN THERE THEY LIE IN MUD AND RAIN PITIFULLY CALLING ME THE QUICK ONES AND THE SLAIN YOU NEED ME CHRIST FOR FORCE IT IS NO ROSEATE DREAM THAT BECKONS ME THIS PRETTY FUTILE SEAM, IT STIFLES ME GOD, MUST I SIT AND SEW [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS MIA SHANKMAN.>>♪ VERY LARGE MOTH” BY CRAIG ARNOLD AFTER D.H.L. YOUR FIRST THOUGHT WHEN THE LIGHT SNAPS ON AND THE BLACK WINGS CLATTER ABOUT THE KITCHEN IS A BAT THE CLEAR PART OF YOUR MIND CONSIDERS RABIES THE OTHER PART DOES NOT CONSIDER KNOWS ONLY TO STARTLE AND COWER AWAY FROM THE SLAP ITS WINGS THOUGH IT IS SOON CLEARLY NOT A BAT BUT A MOTH AND HARMLESS STILL, YOU ARE SHY OF IT IT CLINGS TO THE HOOD OF THE STOVE NOT BLACK, BUT BROWN ITS ORANGE EYES SPARKLE LIKE TELEVISIONS ITS LEG JOINTS ARE LARGE ENOUGH TO COUNT HOW COULD YOU KILL IT? WHERE WOULD YOU HIDE THE BODY? A CREATURE SO SOLID MUST HAVE ROOM FOR A SOUL AND THIS IS SO, WHY NOT IN A CREATURE HALF ITS SIZE OR HALF ITS SIZE AGAIN AND SO ON DOWN TO THE ANTS CLEARLY, IT MUST BE SAVED CAUGHT IN A SHOPPING BAG AND RUSHED TO THE FRONT DOOR AFRAID TO CRUSH IT FEELING THE PLASTIC RATTLE LOOSENED INTO THE NIGHT AIR IT BATTERS THE PORCH LIGHT THROWING FITFUL SHADOWS AROUND THE LANDING THAT WAS A REALLY BIG MOTH IS ALL YOU CAN SAY TO THE DOORMAN WHO HAS WATCHED YOUR WHOLE PERFORMANCE WITH A SMILE THE HALF COMPASSION AND HALF HORROR WE FEEL FOR THE CREATURES WE WANT NOT TO HURT AND PREFER NOT TO TOUCH [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS ALANA YEW.>>HISTORY TEXTBOOK AMERICA, BY JOANNE BLINKIT. I SEARCHED FOR A PHILIPPINES IN HISTORY CLASS THE INDEX NAMED ONE PAGE MOVED ON TO PIERCE THE MAKING OF AMERICA MARCHED PAST MY ENIGMATIC FATHER’S PLACE OF BIRTH THE WEEK HE DIED SOME MAN WE DIDN’T KNOW CALLED UP THIS IS HIS BROTHER MORE SHOCK PHONING FOR HIM HE DIED THREE DAYS AGO THE BLACK RECEIVER DID NOT TALK MY UNCLE NEVER GAVE HIS NAME OR A TOWN, WE NEVER HEARD FROM HIM WAS IT A DREAM? THE EAR PIECE WAR DISSOLVED TO CRACKLING SOUND, A DIAL TONE, A RACE TO THE PHILIPPINES YET MY WORLD GROWS HUGE WITH MAPS CRISSCROSSED MY HISTORY ALIVE WITH ALL I’VE LOST [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS MARION WHITTINGTON.>>THE MORTICIAN IN SAN FRANCISCO BY RANDALL MANN. THIS MAY SOUND CLEAR BUT IN 1985, I HELD THE DELICATE HANDS OF DAN WHITE I PREPARED HIM FOR BURIAL BY THEN, HARVEY MILK WAS MADE MONUMENT, NO MYTH BY THE YEARS SINCE HE WAS SHOT I REMEMBER WHEN HARVEY WAS SHOT 20 AND I KNEW I WAS QUEER THOSE WERE THE WORDS LEVI’S AND LEATHER JACKETS HOLDING HANDS ON CASTRO STREET CHEERING FOR HARVEY MILK ELECTED ON THE SAME DAY AS DAN WHITE I OFTEN WONDER ABOUT SUPERVISOR WHITE WHO FATALLY SHOT MAYOR MOSCONE AND SUPERVISOR MILK WHO WAS ONE OF US, A CASTRO QUEER. MAY 21, 1979, A JURY HANDS DOWN THE SENTENCE SEVEN YEARS IN TRUTH, FIVE YEARS FOR EX-COP, EX-FIREMAN DAN WHITE FOR THE BLOOD ON HIS HANDS WHEN HE CONFESSED THAT HE HAD SHOT THE MAYOR AND THE QUEER, A FEW MEN IN BLUE CHEERED AND HARVEY MILK WHY CRY OVER SPILLED MILK? SOME WONDERED, SEMIPRIVATELY FOR YEARS IT MEANT ONE LESS QUEER THE JURORS TURNED TO WHITE, IF JUST THE MAYOR HAD BEEN SHOT, DAN MIGHT HAVE HAD TROUBLE ON HIS HANDS BUT THE 12 WHO HELD HIS LIFE IN THEIR HANDS, MAYBE THEY DIDN’T MIND THE DEATH OF HARVEY MILK MAYBE THE SECOND MURDER OFFERED HIM A SHOT AT SERVING ONLY A FEW YEARS IN THE END, HE COMMITTED SUICIDE, THIS DAN WHITE AND HE WAS MADE PRESENTABLE BY A QUEER [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS CATHERINE WIN.>>♪ WRITING” BY HOWARD NEMEROFF. THE CURSIVE CRAWL, THE SQUARED OFF CHARACTERS THESE BY THEMSELVES DELIGHT EVEN WITHOUT A MEANING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE IN CHINESE, FOR INSTANCE, OR WHEN SKATERS CURVE ALL DAY ACROSS THE LAKE SCORING THEIR WHITE RECORDS IN ICE BEING INTELLIGIBLE, THESE WINDING WAYS WITH THEIR AUDACITIES AND DELICATE HESITATIONS THEY BECOME MIRACULOUS SO INTIMATELY OUT THERE AT THE PEN’S POINT OR BRUSH’S TIP DO WORLD AND SPIRIT WED SMALL BONES OF THE WRIST BALANCE AGAINST GREAT SKELETONS OF STARS EXACTLY THE BLIND BAT SURVEYS HIS WAY BY ECHO ALONE STILL, THE POINT OF STYLE IS CHARACTER, THE UNIVERSITY INDUCES A DIFFERENT TREMOR IN EVERY HAND FROM THE CHECK FORAGEERS TO THAT OF THE EMPEROR WHO CALLED HIS OWN CALLIGRAPHY THE SLENDER GOLD A NERVOUS MAN WRITES NERVOUSLY OF A NERVOUS WORLD AND SO ON MIRACULOUS IT IS AS THOUGH THE WORLD WERE A GREAT WRITING HAVING SAID SO MUCH LET US ALLOW THERE IS MORE TO THE WORLD THAN WRITING CONTINENTAL FAULTS ARE NOT BEAR CONVOLUTED FISSURES IN THE BRAIN NOT ONLY MUST THE SKATERS SOON GO HOME ALSO THE HARD INSCRIPTION OF THEIR SKATES IS SCORED ACROSS THE OPEN WATER WHICH LONG REMEMBERS NOTHING NEITHER WINGS NOR WAKE [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS SOPHIA SCAVIO.>>”I EAT BREAKFAST TO BEGIN THE DAY” BY ZUBAIR AHMED. I CREATE TIME I CANNOT CREATE TIME I’M FROZEN IN PLACE I CANNOT BE FROZEN I’M MOVING BUT DON’T NOTICE I NOTICE ME MOVING I PAY ATTENTION TO THE SMALL YET IMMENSE YET SMALL MOVEMENTS THAT GUIDE MY LIMBS, MY HAIR GROWTH, MY JOINT OILS I DON’T THINK ABOUT IT I DON’T FEEL IT EITHER I DON’T HAVE EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I SEE FILMS OF DIVINE QUALITY I DON’T SEE ANY FILMS THIS BLACK, THIS NOT BLACK TO ME I AM I AM NOT TO ME NOT I WALKED WITH THIS HOLLOWNESS I WALK WITH THIS BLOOMING I’M MOVING OUTWARD FOREVER ONWARD ETERNALLY INWARD I CREATE ALL OBJECTS LIKE SHAMPOOS AND CATS I CREATE NOTHING LIKE SPACE AND ANTI-MATTER I RESIGNED TO THE CLOCKS THAT KEEP TIME I SURRENDER TO THE CLOCKS THAT DON’T KEEP TIME I’M SURE ABOUT IT THE COLOR WHITE I’M NOT SURE ABOUT IT WHAT IS WORD OH, THE LOOPS AND UNLOOPS, DESTINY UNFOLDS IN MY KNEES I EAT BREAKFAST TO BEGIN THE DAY [APPLAUSE]>>FINISHING OUT THIS SECOND ROUND IS JOSEPH WETZEL.>>IN THE DESERT BY STEPHEN CRANE. IN THE DESERT, I SAW A CREATURE NAKED WHO, SQUATTING UPON THE GROUND HELD HIS HEART, HIS HANDS I SAID, IS A GOOD FRIEND IT IS BITTER BITTER, HE REPLIED BUT I LIKE IT BECAUSE IT IS BITTER AND BECAUSE IT IS MY HEART [APPLAUSE]>>THAT CONCLUDES ROUND TWO. WE WILL TAKE A BRIEF INTERMISSION IN PREPARATION FOR ROUND THREE AND RETURN WITH A SPECIAL PRESENTATION.>>I’M SO HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH YOU ALL THIS AFTERNOON. MY NAME IS CHRIS STYLES BACON. BACON IS MY OFFICIAL LAST NAME. AND YOU KNOW, I HAVE TO THANK A LOT, YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SEEING? IN D.C. WE LIKE TO HEAT PEOPLE UP. MY LAST NAME IS BACON. WHAT I’M GOING TO DO WITH YOU ALL, IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN IT, IS DO SOME SONGWRITING, DO SOME RAPPING WITH Y’ALL. RAPPING IS JUST A FACET OF POETRY, RIGHT? I STARTED WRITING RHYMES WHEN I WAS IN — WHEN I WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ♪ I’M GONNA HOOK YOU UP ♪ ♪ I GOT THE ♪>>I WANTED TO CONNECT THESE DIFFERENT WORLDS BECAUSE FOR ME, AS AN ARTIST, I ALWAYS GET A CHANCE TO HAVE THESE CONVERSATIONS WITH PEOPLE THAT NORMALLY PEOPLE FROM MY HOOD WOULDN’T HAVE.>>WHAT TYPE OF BEAT SHOULD WE USE? MOVE.>>ALL RIGHT. HEY, WHO IS GOING TO TRY THIS OUT?>>I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE WITH SOME OF YOUR OLD FRIENDS AND HOMIES UP HERE. ALL RIGHT? ARE YOU ALL READY? WE GOT THE MIC READY. ALL RIGHT, WE HAVE 20 FOLKS CAME TOGETHER, WROTE THESE BARS, WROTE THE CHORDS, SO LOOK, AFTER YOU GET A FEEL OF THE SONG, I WANT YOU TO THROW SOME IN THERE. BE THE HEIGHT MAN. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING? ARE YOU ALL READY?>>YES!>>HERE WE GO. ONE, TWO, THREE! ♪ CAN’T FALL ♪ ♪ MAKE ♪ ♪ STOP AND SEE ♪ ♪ YES ♪ ♪♪ ♪ NOW I SEE WHAT YOU SAID ♪ ♪ MAKE ♪ ♪ BUT YOU KNOW YES DOWN THE SIDE OF THE STREET ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I’M TALKING TO YOU ♪ ♪ AT 6:00 ♪ GIVE IT UP ONE MORE TIME! WHOO! CONGRATULATIONS, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.>>THE JUDGES HAVE IDENTIFIED THE TOP THREE FINALISTS TO PROCEED TO THE THIRD AND FINAL ROUND OF TODAY’S COMPETITION. THEY ARE ZORY JONES, CATHERINE WIN AND SOPHIA SCIVIO. LET’S BEGIN THE FINAL ROUND OF THE COMPETITION TO DETERMINE OUR STATE CHAMPION. AS WITH THE PREVIOUS ROUNDS, STUDENTS WILL IDENTIFY THEIR POEM AND AUTHOR. FIRST UP IS ZORY JONES.>>”THE IDLER” BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR NELSON. AN IDLE LINGER ON THE WAY SIDES ROAD HE GATHERS UP HIS WORK AND YAWNS AWAY A LITTLE LONGER AIR THE TIRE LOAD SHALL BE REDUCED TO ASHES OR TO CLAY NO MATTER IF THE WORLD HAS MARCHED ALONG AND SCORNED HIS SLOWNESS AS IT QUICKLY PASSED NO MATTER IF AMID THE BUSY THRONG HE GREETS SOME FACE INFANTILE AT THE LAST HIS MISSION, WELL THERE IS BUT ONE AND IF IT IS A MISSION, HE KNOWS IT MAY TO BE A HAPPY IDLER TO LOUNGE AND SUN AND DREAMING PASS HIS LONG DRAWN DAYS AWAY SO DREAMS HE ON HIS HAPPY LIFE TO PASS CONTENT WITHOUT AMBITIONS PAINFUL SIGHS UNTIL THE SANDS RUN DOWN INTO THE GLASS HE SMILES CONTEMPT UNMOVED AND DIES AND YET, WITH ALL THE PITY THAT YOU FEEL FOR THIS POOR MOTHLING OF THAT FLAME, THE WORLD ARE YOU THE BETTER FOR YOUR DESPERATE DEALS? WHEN YOU, LIKE HIM, INTO INFINITUDE ARE HURLED >>UP NEXT IS CATHERINE WIN.>>♪ I SIT AND SEW BY ALICE MOORE DUNBAR NELSON. I SIT AND SEW THE USELESS TASK IT SEEMS MY HANDS GROWN TIRED MY HEAD WEIGHED DOWN WITH DREAMS THE PANOPLY OF WAR THE MARSHALL TREAD OF MEN GRIM FACED STERN EYED GAZING BEYOND THE KEN OF LESSER SOULS WHOSE EYES HAVE NOT SEEN DEATH NOR LEARN TO HOLD THEIR LIVES BUT AS A BREATH THAT I MUST SIT AND SEW I SIT AND SEW MY HEART ACHES WITH DESIRE THAT PAGEANT TERRIBLE THAT FIERCING POURING FIRE ON WASTED FIELDS AND RISING, GROTESQUE THINGS ONCE MEN MY SOUL IN PITY FLINGS APPEALING CRIES YEARNING ONLY TO GO THERE IN THAT HOLOCAUST OF HELL THOSE FIELDS OF WHOA BUT I MUST SIT AND SEW THE LITTLE USELESS SEAM, THE IDLE PATCH WHY DREAM I HEAR BENEATH MY HOMEY THATCH WHEN THERE THEY LIE IN SOD AND MUD AND RAIN PITIFULLY CALLING ME THE QUICK ONES AND THE SLAIN YOU NEED ME, CHRIST, IT IS NO ROSIE DREAM THAT BECKONS ME, THIS PRETTY FUTILE SEAM IT STIFLES ME GOD, MUST I SIT AND SEW [APPLAUSE]>>UP NEXT IS SOPHIA STAVIO.>>EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD. THE LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE. THIS LITTLE SILENT, GLOOMY MONUMENT CONTAINS ALL THAT WAS SWEET AND INNOCENT THE SOFTEST PRATTLER THAT AIR FOUND THEIR TONGUE HIS VOICE WAS MUSIC AND HIS WORDS THE SONG WANTON AS UNPLEDGED CUPIDS THEIR CHARMS HAVE LEARNED THE LITTLE ARTS OF DOING HARMS FAIR IS YOUNG CHERRIBUMS COULD NOT BE REFINED THE SEVENTH DEAR PLEDGE OF JOYS HAVE GIVEN TOILED HERE ON EARTH RETIRED TO REST IN HEAVEN WHERE THEY WITH SHINING HOST OF ANGELS FILL SPREAD THEIR WINGS BEFORE THE THRONE AND SMILE [APPLAUSE]>>THAT CONCLUDES OUR THIRD AND FINAL ROUND OF RECITATIONS TODAY. WHILE THE JUDGES ARE TABULATING THEIR SCORES, I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO JANET STARK, THE EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF THE VIRGINIA COMMISSION FOR THE ARTS WHICH HELPS MAKE ALL OF THIS POSSIBLE.>>THANK YOU, ALEX, AND HOW ABOUT ONE MORE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR EVERYONE WHO MADE IT TO THE STAGE? GOOD AFTERNOON, EVERY ONE, AND WELCOME TO THE 14TH ANNUAL VIRGINIA STATE FINALS OF THE “POETRY OUT LOUD” PROGRAM. AS ALEX SAID, I’M JANET STARK, THE XEKT ACTIVE DIRECTOR FOR THE VIRGINIA COMMISSION FOR THE ARTS. WE’RE THE STATE ARTS AGENCY THAT CELEBRATES AND CHAMPIONS ARTISTIC EXCELLENCE AND ENCOURAGES GROWTH IN ARTISTIC CREATIVITY, QUALITY AND INNOVATION. THE P.C.A. INVEST IN THE ARTS AND THE COMMONWEALTH BY SUPPORTING AND ENCOURAGING FULL PARTICIPATION IN A CREATIVE CULTURE THAT WILL BENEFIT ALL VIRGINIANS AND I THINK “POETRY OUT LOUD” IS A WONDERFUL EXAMPLE OF THAT WORK. I’D LIKE TO — THEY WERE SO PLEASED TO HAVE EACH OF YOU HERE TODAY. PRESENT TODAY TO CELEBRATE THE LITERARY ARTS AND THE BEAUTY OF POETRY. FIRST, I’D LIKE TO WELCOME, THOUGH, OUR DISTINGUISHED GUESTS. DELEGATE DON ADAMS, VIRGINIA COMMON — EXCUSE ME, VIRGINIA COMMISSIONER FOR THE ARTS COMMISSIONERS ABIGAIL GOMEZ FROM WINCHESTER AND RITA COPELAND DANIELS FROM SPOTSYLVANIA AND OUR SECRETARY OF EDUCATION OUT OF CARNEY THAT WILL BE JOINING ME SHORTLY ON STAGE. TODAY, WE RECOGNIZE THESE REGIONAL FINALISTS, 10 HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS FROM ACROSS THE STATE WHO ASPIRE TO LEARN MORE, TO DO MORE AND TO BE MORE. POETRY IS DEFINED AS A LITERARY WORK IN WHICH SPECIAL INTENSITY IS GIVEN TO THE EXPRESSION OF FEELINGS AND IDEAS BY THE USE OF DISTINCTIVE STYLE AND RHYTHM. TODAY WITH YOUR RECITATION, STUDENTS, YOU CONVEYED THAT INTENSITY, CALLING US TO FEEL THAT INTENSITY WITHIN OURSELVES. YOU ALL GIVE US A MOMENT TO BREATHE, AND TO REFLECT. TO THINK OF NEW CONSTRUCTS OR APPLICATIONS OF THESE WORDS TO OUR OWN LIVES AND EXPERIENCES. TO SOMETIMES SIMPLY BE ENTERTAINED. AND OTHERWISE, TO MARVEL AT THE COURAGE, STRENGTH AND TALENT THAT YOU EACH DEMONSTRATE. SINCE 2005, THE “POETRY OUT LOUD” PROGRAM HAS ENCOURAGED STUDENTS TO LEARN ABOUT GREAT POETRY THROUGH MEMORIZATION AND RECITATION. THIS PROGRAM HELPS STUDENTS MASTER PUBLIC SPEAKING SKILLS, BUILDS SELF-CONFIDENCE AND LEARN ABOUT LITERARY HISTORY AND CONTEMPORARY LIFE. IN THE 14 YEARS OF THIS INCREDIBLE PROGRAM, 3 1/2 MILLION STUDENTS AND 50,000 TEACHERS FROM 10,000 SCHOOLS ACROSS THE COUNTRY HAVE PARTICIPATED IN “POETRY OUT LOUD” PROVING, IN PART, THAT POETRY CERTAINLY BEARS RELEVANCY IN ALL OF OUR LIVES. I’D LIKE TO THANK YOU TO OUR PARTNERS IN THESE EFFORTS. THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT OF THE ARTS AND THE NATIONAL POETRY FOUNDATION. WE’RE SO PLEASED TO PARTNER WITH THE COMMUNITY IDEAS STATIONS AND WCVE FOR FIVE YEARS NOW. THANK YOU TO OUR REGIONAL PARTNERS WHO HOSTED THE REGIONAL FINALS IN THEIR AREAS, THE AMERICAN SHAKESPEARE CENTER IN STANTON, THE MUSEUM OF CONTEMPORARY ART IN VIRGINIA BEACH, RICHMOND PERFORMING ARTS ALLIANCE HERE IN RICHMOND, SIGNATURE THEATER IN ARLINGTON, VIRGINIA, AND CENTER FOR THE ARTS, MANASSAS AND PRINCE WILLIAM COUNTY. THANK YOU, FOR YOUR PARTNERSHIP, YOUR TECHNICAL SUPPORT, AND FOR OTHERWISE SUPPORTING THE RECORDING AND BROADCAST OF THIS EVENT HELPING US TO INCREASE AWARENESS OF AND APPRECIATION FOR THE POWER OF LANGUAGE. AND THANK YOU TO THE PARENTS AND TEACHERS AND OTHER SUPPORTERS WHO PREPARED THESE STUDENTS FOR TODAY’S EVENT. THERE IS NO DENYING THAT THIS TYPE OF PROGRAM BUILDS THAT SELF-CONFIDENCE AS PUBLIC SPEAKING SKILLS AND SIMPLY A BETTER UNDERSTANDING AND APPRECIATION OF LIFE. WE’VE SEEN THAT EVIDENCED IN THIS STUDIO TODAY. AND SO WE CELEBRATE YOU. 10 FINALISTS OUT OF 7,000 STUDENTS FROM 62 SCHOOLS ACROSS THE COMMONWEALTH WHO HAVE ADVANCED TO TODAY’S FINALS. NO MATTER THE OUTCOME, YOU HAVE MUCH TO BE PROUD OF. AS DO YOUR FAMILIES AND OTHER SUPPORTERS. I THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR DEDICATION TO ASPIRING TO LEARN MORE. FOR SOME, TO STEP OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND TO FIND A NEW AND SURPRISING REALM OF COMFORT THAT MAYBE YOU DIDN’T ANTICIPATE. AND TO ACHIEVE THIS GOAL, TO DO MORE, TO BE MORE, AND TO BRING A NEW LIFE TO POETRY FOR ALL OF US. IT’S NOT EASY TO RISK GETTING UP ON THESE STAGES, THE SEVERAL UPON WHICH YOU HAVE STOOD SO FAR TO GET HERE TODAY. TO LET THE WORDS BECOME A PART OF YOU AND TO DELIVER MESSAGES THAT RESONATED WITH YOU FOR A VARIETY OF REASONS AND EXPERIENCES. AND SO AGAIN, WE THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING US IN THAT EXPERIENCE. SO I WISH FOR YOU MUCH SUCCESS IN WHATEVER IT IS YOU CHOOSE TO PURSUE KNOWING THIS EXPERIENCE HAS GIVEN YOU A STRONG FOUNDATION FOR GREATER UNDERSTANDING OF LIFE, THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE, THE DEVELOPMENT OF YOUR OWN VOICE, AND A SPARK TO USE THAT VOICE IN MEANINGFUL AND POIGNANT WAYS. GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL AND THANK YOU.>>I BELIEVE THE JUDGES HAVE DETERMINED A WINNER AND RUNNER-UP. BEFORE WE ANNOUNCE THE RUNNER-UP AND WINNER, A BRIEF REMINDER THAT THE STATE CHAMPION WILL RECEIVE $200 AND AN ALL EXPENSE PAID TRIP TO WASHINGTON, D.C. WITH A CHAPERONE TO ATTEND THE NATIONAL “POETRY OUT LOUD” COMPETITION ON APRIL 30TH AND MAY 1ST. THE CHAMPION’S SCHOOL WILL RECEIVE A $500 STIPEND FOR THE PURCHASE OF POETRY BOOKS. ONE RUNNER-UP WILL RECEIVE $100 AND A $200 STIPEND FOR THE PURCHASE OF POETRY BOOKS FOR THEIR SCHOOL. NEXT, I’D LIKE TO INTRODUCE VIRGINIA’S SECRETARY OF EDUCATION TO PRESENT THE AWARDS. [APPLAUSE]>>ALL RIGHT. THE MOMENT WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. OUR SECOND RUNNER-UP IS SOPHIA STAVIO FROM CHANTILLY HIGH SCHOOL. OUR FIRST RUNNER-UP IS ZORY JONES FROM PATRIOT HIGH SCHOOL. WHICH MEANS THAT THE WINNER OF THE VIRGINIA “POETRY OUT LOUD” FINALS IS CATHERINE WIN.>>CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL OF YOU AND ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE SUPPORTED YOU THROUGH “POETRY OUT LOUD.” WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE VIRGINIA COMMISSION FOR THE ARTS AND THE POETRY FOUNDATION FOR THEIR SUPPORT OF THE “POETRY OUT LOUD” PROGRAM IN VIRGINIA. MANY THANKS GO TO WCVE FOR HOSTING AND PRODUCING THE VIRGINIA FINALS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING. HAVE A GREAT DAY!>>I ACTUALLY HAD NO INTEREST IN POETRY UNTIL I HEARD ABOUT THIS COMPETITION. I LOVE ACTING SO I DECIDED IT WOULD BE A REALLY COOL EXPERIENCE. AND ONCE I GOT INTO PRACTICING AND UNPACKING THESE POEMS IS WHEN I STARTED REALIZING THERE’S SO MUCH MORE TO IT. SO I GUESS THAT’S WHEN I STARTED FEELING LIKE A POET SO I HAVEN’T WRITTEN A LOT OF POETRY MYSELF.>>GET A LITTLE OLDER, TO BE ABLE TO THINK ABOUT WHO THEY ARE AND THEIR PLACE IN THE WORLD IS REALLY IMPORTANT. I WISH I HAD THOSE OPPORTUNITIES, DIFFICULT FOR ME TODAY EVEN SPEAKING IN FRONT OF A BIG AUDIENCE. AND TO SEE THOSE CHILDREN SPEAKING IN A “POETRY OUT LOUD” COMPETITION IS SO INSPIRING.>>GET MORE AND MORE STUDENTS THAT WE GET ENGAGED THE BETTER. ABOUT 7,000 STUDENTS PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THAT I’VE BEEN HERE TO SEE “POETRY OUT LOUD.” IT’S BEEN PHENOMENAL FOR A LOT OF STUDENTS. CONTINUE THAT SUPPORT AND GROW THAT EFFORT AND TODAY’S WINNER WAS A FRESHMAN. SHE’S PHENOMENAL. AND THERE ARE SO MANY TALENTS OF STUDENTS ACROSS THE COMMONWEALTH AND WE NEED TO INSPIRE THEM, MOTIVATE THEM AND ENGAGE THEM.>>I HAVE A MUCH BIGGER APPRECIATION FOR LITERATURE IN GENERAL, WHETHER OR NOT IT IS POETRY OR BOOKS, JUST WORDS THAT I DIDN’T REALLY THINK MEANT MUCH, I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST WORDS. I REALIZE THAT THEY REALLY DO MEAN SO MUCH MORE AND AUTHORS PUT SO MUCH OF THEIR HEART INTO CONVEYING A DEEPER MEANING AND SO THAT IS SOMETHING THAT I HAVE GAINED FROM THIS.>>WE NEED TO ENCOURAGE THAT WITH OUR YOUNG PEOPLE TO BE ABLE TO EXPRESS, AND REALLY TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY’RE THINKING, WHAT THEY’RE FEELING, SO THAT’S WHY COMPETITIONS LIKE “POETRY OUT LOUD” ARE AMAZING. AND THE MORE WE CAN SUPPORT AT A REGIONAL LEVEL FROM A STATE PERSPECTIVE, THE BETTER. SO I’M A BIG PROPONENT OF IT.>>THIS BROADCAST OF “POETRY OUT LOUD” IS BROUGHT TO YOU, IN PART BY ROSA BOWSHER AND BY THE VIRGINIA COMMISSION FOR THE ARTS. A STATE AGENCY THAT SUPPORTS THE ARTS BY DISTRIBUTING GRANT FUNDING FOR NOT-FOR-PROFIT ARTS ORGANIZATIONS, EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS, EDUCATORS, ARTISTS AND LOCAL GOVERNMENTS.

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