tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16037754681295667702024-03-13T14:40:31.666-07:00Glam Slam UKLondon's Most Glamorous Poetry Slam (2008-2011)Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-84705416198246100002011-06-29T12:54:00.000-07:002017-04-28T07:33:26.097-07:005 YEARS OF GLAM SLAM UK: 2008-2011 - History<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Glam Slam UK took place in London (UK) between 2008 and 2011. Hosted in London by <b><a href="http://www.sarezale.com/" target="_blank">Ernesto Sarezale</a></b>, the event was inspired by <b><a href="http://www.emanuelxavier.com/">Emanuel Xavier</a></b>'s glamorous 'vogue ball'-cum-'poetry slams' hosted annually in Manhattan, NYC, for about a decade (1998-2008).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">See: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/04/press-testimonials.html">Press & Testimonials </a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2011:</b> <br />
Winner: <a href="http://missjonespoet.tumblr.com/">Emma Jones</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Photos: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarezale/sets/72157627124268570/" target="_blank">on flickr</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Video: <a href="http://vimeo.com/26581361">Emma Jones' winning performance</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Winning poems: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2012/02/winning-poems-2011_03.html">here</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Competing categories: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-slam-is-spoken-word-competition.html">here</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Venue<b>: </b><a href="http://www.wearetbc.com/">The Book Club</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2010:</b> <br />
Winner: <a href="http://www.chrisyoung.biz/">Chris Young</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Photos: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarezale/sets/72157624318046911/" target="">on flickr</a> <b> </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Winning poems: <span id="goog_294309044"></span><a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/04/winning-poems-2010.html">here</a><span id="goog_294309045"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Competing categories: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2010/06/categories-2010.html">here</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Venue<b>: </b><a href="http://www.wearetbc.com/">The Book Club</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2009:</b><br />
Winner: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/frostbittenpoetry">Mark Walton</a> <br />
Photos: <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/boycrazyboy/sets/72157621597453806" target="_blank">on flickr</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Videos: <a href="http://www.poetreefree.us/videos/Goddess-Address.html" target="_blank">Gg/Qwee</a>; <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wm-37g2v1hk" target="_blank">Carmina</a></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Winning poems: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2010/06/winning-poems-2009.html">here</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Competing categories: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2009/04/categories-2009.html">here</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Venue<b>: </b><a href="http://www.rvt.org.uk/">Royal Vauxhall Tavern</a></span><span style="font-size: small;"> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2008:</b> <br />
Winner: <a href="http://dearwaynerooney.blogspot.com/">Susie Showers</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Photos: <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/sarezale/sets/72157606594324698/" target="_blank">on flickr</a> <b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Winning poems: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2009/04/winning-poems-2008.html">here</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Competing categories: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2008/05/categories-2008.html">here</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Venue<b>: </b><a href="http://www.rvt.org.uk/">Royal Vauxhall Tavern</a><b> </b></span></div>
Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-64931657252167536922011-06-29T10:34:00.000-07:002015-05-10T15:20:33.245-07:00Glam Slam UK 2011: Report and Pix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thanks to everyone who contributed in one way or another. Thanks to <a href="http://www.myspace.com/catbrogan">Catherine Brogan</a> (who also took all the photos in this blog entry) and <a href="http://www.chrisyoung.biz/">Chris Young</a> for their great guest performances, to <a href="http://www.reevescorner.co.uk/marcusreeves/Home.html">Marcus Reeves</a> for glamorously assisting, to <a href="http://www.boycrazyboy.com/">Sina Evil</a> for a delightful DJ set, to <a href="http://en-gb.facebook.com/bobchicalors">Bob Henderson</a> for his glittery door-whoring, to the wonderful slammers and open-mic-ers, to <a href="http://www.wearetbc.com/">The Book Club</a> for providing an amazing basement and to the absolutely gorgeous audience who packed the best Glam Slam UK to date! </div>
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Special thanks go to <a href="http://emanuelxavier.com/">Emanuel Xavier</a> for joining us from the other side of the pond and reading three poems for us. He is the one who <a href="http://www.bowerypoetry.com/#Event/21565">started it all</a> in NY, NY over a decade ago.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://carminamasoliver.wordpress.com/2011/06/29/glamour-nudity-and-melted-chocolate/">Here</a> you can find Carmina Louisa Masoliver-Marlow's lovely blog entry recounting her experience at the Glam Slam 2011. A very enjoyable read:</span></span></div>
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I have witnessed lots of wonderful antics at the Glam Slam UK over the years, but one of my all time favourites has to be <a href="http://alisonbrumfitt.co.uk/">Alison Brumfitt</a> in skimpy black underwear smearing herself with chocolate. The score sheets are still smelling of the substance!</div>
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Other temperature raising moments came courtesy of brave boys Alain English and Keith Jarrett. Quite an eyeful! </div>
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The night had wonderful performances from some regulars and quite a few new faces: Angry Sam, Carmina Louisa Masoliver-Marlow, Aidan Foley, Matthew Stradling, Robert Duirs, Joe Campbell, Fran Isherwood, Emma Jones, Alison Brumfitt, Fabrizio Pagan, Alain English, John Hogget, Keith Jarrett, Raymond Antrobus, Michelle Madsen, Tony Hickson, Paolo Ferrari and The Jetzer Hara Box.</div>
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(...as well as one name - in the wig category - that has escaped me...)</div>
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Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-90100852950094008732011-06-28T11:16:00.000-07:002012-02-03T11:30:52.997-08:00Winning Poems 2011<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Winner: </b><a href="http://missjonespoet.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";">Emma Jones</span></a> <b> </b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>Poems:</b> "JOBS" in the WORK category & <b>"</b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">G.C.S.E (A poem about teaching drama in an inner London secondary school)</span><b>" </b>in the GRAND FINAL<b>.</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b>WORK Category:</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b>"</b><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">JOBS</span>"</b> by Emma Jones</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Well I've done a lot of jobs</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Most of which were shitty</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">But I don't want your props</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I don't want your pity</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's pretty uninspiring</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sitting and perspiring</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">In a call centre; it's like some dementor</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It'll suck out your soul, leave you empty and cold</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">A bottomless hole like some previously untold</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Circle of hell; we're working in hell</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Where your headset is a ball and chain</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And the emptiness hurts more than pain</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And your nineteen year old supervisor</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Comes to your desk just to chastise ya</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Because you even dared to take</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Fifteen minutes on a comfort break-!?</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Telesales: that's the worst of the lot</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">If you succeed you're a cunt, and if not</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">They sit you with the top prick: "watch and learn; </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">This is what you do if you want to earn"</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">One day, I lasted in that little caper</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Got a job as an office junior shuffling paper,</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">"You see this little hole in the envelope, yeah?</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Well the person's address... goes there".</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Argh! they act like you've had a lobotomy, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">You think: should I tell them I've got a degree? Nah</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And the photocopier eats all the paper you put in it</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And you're watching the clock and you're counting the minutes </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And the second hand crawls by- but why does time always fly</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">At weekends, when you're with friends, and spending money?</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's funny, that, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oh I've done a lot of jobs</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Most of which were shitty</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">But I don't want your props</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I don't want your pity</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's pretty damn disgusting </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cleaning and a-dusting</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Sweeping and a-mopping</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">For plebs who go shopping</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And dropping food all over the floor, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And what kind of people eat at the in-store restaurant?</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Well messy cunts, that's who</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">They must throw food at their faces and miss</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I can tell you this</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cause I cleaned it every morning at 6am</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've cleaned postmen's toilets; that was quite grim</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've cleaned out sanitary disposal bins</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">The monotony was what got to me</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've filed and stapled made cups of tea</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've done factories, I've done fax machines</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Yes I've done a lot of jobs</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Most of which were shitty</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">But I don't want your props</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I don't want your pity</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's pretty damn demeaning</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Men leaning over the bar</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">To look down your bra </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And then grabbing your arse as you pass </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">With an armful of glasses</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Being a waitress, yeah you get tips.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">For tables of men to stare at your tits</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And go snapping their fingers and acting like dicks</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">When you spill a bit of wine </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cause you've worked for nine hours at a time</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">With no break</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And your hands are starting to shake</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">If I was a maid in the Victorian age</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I'd probably get paid even more of a wage </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Slaving away for three pounds an hour </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And there's no union, no people power</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">You're the shit-on</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">So know your place and cower.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And if</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Someone says:</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">"Cheer up love, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It might never happen"</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Smile sweetly. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Resist the urge to slap 'em. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oh I've done a lot of jobs</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Most of which were shitty</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">But I don't want your props</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I don't want your pity. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">© Emma Jones</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b>GRAND FINAL:</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">G.C.S.E (A poem about teaching drama in an inner London secondary school) </span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">by Emma Jones</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miss you're always on about GCSEs </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oh gosh, you should allow it Miss please</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It just seems so singular </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">There's more important fings you knaa</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">G.C.S.E</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Like: </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Girls </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cussing</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Shadika's</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Extensions</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Cause oh my days Miss, did I mention?</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">That thing on her head looked flammable</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It was like a dead flippin' animal!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I lie? True say I don't chat shit</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It wasn't a weave it was more like a thatch, yeah? </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">G.C.S.E</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miss! I gotta GCSE!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've got to Get to the Chicken Shop... Early!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I promised Devontae I'd buy him some hot wings</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And Miss I've got to cause he's such a hot ting</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I'm gonna meet wiv him, eat wiv him, maybe later b...</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Anyway Miss, I've gotta boost fam!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">N Don't cut your eyes at me cause that's the truth man!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">G.C.S.E</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miss... </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I've got to Get to College Somewhere Eventually</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">and I've got to Get my Core Subjects like English</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And I've got to Get my Coursework Sent to the Examiners</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miister Manufor told me dis dis morning, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And Miss! I can't just ignore him</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And no disrespect Miss, </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And don't get vexed Miss, but: </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's just drama. It's just drama. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miss I've gotta GCSE!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Gotta get Chung for the Shubs this Eve! </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I'm gonna look swaggalicious all in purple</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I can't stay for no after school rehearsal </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">And anyway </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">I don't like this play;</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It's... Gay.....</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Miss you're always on about GCSEs </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oh gosh, you should allow it Miss please</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">It just seems so singular </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">There's more important fings you knaa!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
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</div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-34574989301609731082011-06-28T10:01:00.000-07:002011-03-23T11:08:50.725-07:00The GLAM SLAM UK is BACK in 2011!<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tues 28 June 2011, 7:30pm, <a href="http://www.wearetbc.com/">The Book Club</a>, Shoreditch</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>(<a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/glam-slam-uk.html">History </a></b>of the Glam Slam in the UK: <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/glam-slam-uk.html"><b>2008-2010</b></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">)</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">The GLAM SLAM is a poetry competition in 2 rounds: </span></b> </div><ul style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"> A First Round with <u>4 Competing Categories</u> (<b>2011: </b><a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-categories.html">LOSS</a>- <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-categories.html">WORK </a>- <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-categories.html">LUST </a>- <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-categories.html">WIG</a>). </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"> Followed by a <u>Grand Final</u> on the night, with a £100 Grand Prize for the BEST VERBAL VOGUE!</span></li>
</ul><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Read the <a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-slam-is-spoken-word-competition.html">RULES</a> of the competition <b><a href="http://glamslamuk.blogspot.com/2011/03/poetry-slam-is-spoken-word-competition.html">here</a>.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Also:</b> </span><span style="font-size: small;">non-competitive open mic slots<b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Featured poets</b>: </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">from NYC, USA: </span><a href="http://www.emanuelxavier.com/"><b><span lang="EN-GB">EMANUEL XAVIER</span></b></a><span style="font-size: small;"> (founder of the original Glam Slam!)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">from Scotland: <a href="http://www.chrisyoung.biz/"><b>CHRIS YOUNG</b></a> (winner of last year's Glam Slam!)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">from N. Ireland: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/catbrogan"><b>CAT BROGAN</b></a> (making her first appearance at the Glam Slam!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>DJ: <a href="http://www.boycrazyboy.blogspot.com/">Sina Evil</a></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Host: <a href="http://www.sarezale.com/">Ernesto Sarezale</a></b> </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span> </div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span> </div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <a href="mailto:ernesto@sarezale.com"></a></span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-22067560668026682532011-03-23T11:05:00.000-07:002011-03-23T11:07:06.724-07:002011: Glam Slam RULES<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A <b>poetry slam</b> is a spoken word competition where participants read, recite or perform original material and are then judged on a numeric scale by selected members of the audience. <br />
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Here we are 'glamming it up' a little bit.<br />
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The GLAM SLAM will consist of 2 rounds on the night: a <b>first round</b> with 4 competing categories (see below), followed by a Grand Final in the <b>second round</b>, where a cash prize (£100) is up for grabs.<br />
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<b>RULES:</b><br />
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Each contestant gets up to<b> 3 minutes</b> to share original spoken word material featuring the required props within each category. <br />
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Each contestant can enter one category only. <br />
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The winner in each category must be prepared to read a second piece to compete for the Grand Final. Repeat poems are not allowed. The poems in the Grand Final can be on any topic and in any style. <br />
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<b>SLAM CATEGORIES:</b><br />
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<b>LOSS </b>- a poem about loss </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">wearing </span><b><span style="font-size: small;">BLUE</span></b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<b>WORK </b>- employment-related poem in <b>OCCUPATIONAL GEAR</b>...., about any job - not necessarily one's everyday job, but words and attire must be related<b> </b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>LUST </b>- an erotic poem in sexy <b>UNDERWEAR, LINGERIE, OR LESS</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>WIG-A-POEM</b> - a poem about any subject, but you must wear a <b>WIG</b>, which will complement and accessorize your words <br />
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<b>SCORING:</b><br />
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A group of independent judges from the audience score each contestant from 0 to 10 based on poetry and performance. <br />
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The poet with the highest score in each of the four open categories receives a trophy and competes, in the second round, for a Grand Prize (£100) .<br />
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<b>NON-COMPETITIVE OPEN MIC:</b><br />
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For those who are not competitively inclined but still want to present their work, there will be a few non-competitive floor spots. <br />
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<b>TO PARTICIPATE</b> (in either the slam or the open mic):<br />
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Sign up on the night (between 7.30-8.00pm) or contact Ernesto on this myspace or by email: <a href="mailto:ernesto@sarezale.com">ernesto@sarezale.com</a>.<br />
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"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!"<br />
"Glam Slam, thank you, ma'am..." </span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-80970851330298044962011-03-23T10:51:00.000-07:002011-03-23T11:18:50.195-07:002011: Competing Categories<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">In 2011, we resurrect <b>the most popular </b>competing categories <b>from the last 3 years</b>:</span></span><span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;">LOSS </span><span style="color: blue;">poem - in BLUE</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must be wearing at least one essential item featuring the color blue and read a poem about loss)</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>WORK </b>poem<b> </b>- in OCCUPATIONAL GEAR</span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Competing poets must read an employment-related poem - about any job, not necessarily one's everyday job, but words and attire must be related)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">LUST </span><span style="color: red;">poem - in UNDERWEAR, LINGERIE, or LESS</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must read an erotic poem in sexy underwear, lingerie, or less - nudity & sexy props more than welcome)</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: purple; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: purple; font-weight: bold;">WIG-</span><span style="color: purple;">a-poem - wearing a WIG</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must feature a fabulous wig while reading a poem about any topic) </span></span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-24122865910773704012011-03-15T15:50:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:39:56.051-07:00Press & Testimonials<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Press: </b></span></div><ul style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://sarezale.com/QX.jpg">Preview on QX magazine</a></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"> <a href="http://www.gaytimes.co.uk/Interact/Blogs-articleid-5579-sectionid-707.html">Review on Gay Times Blog</a></span></li>
</ul><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Things people are saying about Glam Slam UK:</b> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"It was an interesting night...some madness, some interesting performances, some special words, some bizarre sentences, the brilliant drag king and lots of good vibes." </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "What an amazing show U put together. What a fantastic collection of talent! And freaks! It had so much color & energy - the "no props" rule in slams has got to go! WE NEED PROPS! What a tremendous honor to be part of it." </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well done on a great night! Who'd have thought slams could be so entertaining?" </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Thanks to Ernesto for organising and hosting a great evening of words, performance, dress up and general randomness" </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "The best slam in London." <b><br />
</b></span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-77240531868797132992011-03-10T16:30:00.000-08:002012-02-03T11:21:37.462-08:00Winning Poems 2010<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Winner: </b><a href="http://www.chrisyoung.biz/">Chris Young</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Poems: </b>"Layers" & "He likes..." in the BODY Category and "Rites of Passage #2" in the GRAND FINAL</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">BODY Category:</span></b></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: small;">Layers</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: small;">As I get undressed<br />
And take off my clothes,<br />
I dream it is <i>your</i> fingers unbuttoning my shirt,<br />
Unbuckling my belt, removing the hurt<br />
Of loves and loathes.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: small;">As I get undressed<br />
And strip to the skin,<br />
I dream it is <i>your</i> hand lingering on my chest,<br />
Dwelling in my briefs, abiding in the best<br />
Of what’s within.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">© Chris Young</span> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><h2><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">He likes…</span></h2><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I stroke his hair.<br />
“I’ve not scared you then?” I ask – “Yet”.<br />
He looks up and smiles.<br />
“I like your company” he says.<br />
“I like your cock.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I have to kiss him.<br />
Never did Dundonian sound so erotic.<br />
I want to take the words out of his mouth<br />
And swallow them whole.<br />
I want to breathe in the sound.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">He likes my company!<br />
Bliss!<br />
<i>There is nothing wrong with him.</i><br />
He is what I want right now<br />
And he likes my company!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Face to face,<br />
I taste the new taste of us<br />
As I lose myself to my senses.<br />
He likes my company!<br />
Only his tongue suppresses the words I want to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">He returns to his task.<br />
He licks my balls.<br />
He licks my cock.<br />
He <i>likes</i> my cock.<br />
He likes my cock!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">My God, he likes my cock!<br />
And I like that.<br />
I look down with envy:<br />
He likes my cock;<br />
I want him to like <i>me</i> that much.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">I am liquefied by his smile<br />
And in my solid state sublime.<br />
He <i>likes</i> my cock!<br />
<i>He – likes – my – cock!<br />
</i>He likes my… company!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">© Chris Young</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>GRAND Final:</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Rites of Passage #2" by Chris Young</span></div><div class="Section1"><h1><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Rites of Passage #2</span></h1></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">I have a confession to make: <br />
I am not the man of experience I appear to be. <br />
I am still, at least in one sense, a virgin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">No, I’ve never been fucked up the arse. <br />
Now, those who know me might think I make an arse of myself on a regular basis – <br />
Duh! – <br />
But I’ve not succeeded in making my arse <br />
Allow someone else <br />
His rite of passage.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Don’t get me wrong; I’ve tried to open wide <br />
And provide a ride with glide, <br />
Let my lover slide inside. <br />
But I’ve always dried – <br />
ACCESS DENIED; <br />
I cannot be pried open.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Yes, I lube his tube <br />
From pubes to tip, <br />
But there’s still too much grip; <br />
It just won’t slip.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Gentlemen, may I have a word? <br />
If you’re intending to penetrate the mysteries <br />
Of the holy of holies, <br />
Proceed with caution and respect – <br />
Preferably erect – <br />
So you’re not trying to ram the thing in with aimless enthusiasm. <br />
But, before you even get that far, <br />
May I suggest foreplay? <br />
Gentle fingering – an hour or two should do – <br />
Something to build both lust and trust <br />
Before you thrust. <br />
And you must <br />
Ask permission first. <br />
It is simply rude to intrude <br />
And, if you do, you will be roughly refused, <br />
Possibly bruised.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">You see, <br />
I’ve seen from the smiles on well-served faces, <br />
I’ve heard from happy screams <br />
That ANAL SEX DOESN’T HAVE TO BE PAINFUL. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Maybe it’s my fault. <br />
Maybe I’m just too gorgeous. <br />
Maybe my arse looks too fillable <br />
And its prospective contents too spillable. <br />
Or maybe it’s my fault because my eyes are bigger than my arse, <br />
Because the guys that really do it for me <br />
Are huge – <br />
Thicker than my wrist, if you get my gist – <br />
And to get their jism <br />
Into my love tunnel <br />
Would require a funnel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">It’s funny how tantalising some lump of tumescent flesh is; <br />
But we know we wants it – it is the precious <br />
And we longs to unlock the magic of the ring.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps my quest towards adulthood will not be complete <br />
Until that fellowship has broken me in. <br />
But, for now, I’m taking a break: <br />
The next man to attempt my treacherous passage <br />
Will be Mr. Right.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">© Chris Young</span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-13071142629470587852010-06-04T16:19:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:19:51.962-07:00Categories 2010<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>BODY </b>-<b> a poem about the body, on your body, about the pleasures and pains of the flesh, showing FLESH: underwear, lingerie, fetish, sexy, nude</b> (suggestions: proud of your body? ashamed of it? what part of your body are you most happy or unhappy with? how about a poem written on your skin? your healthy body... your ailing body... a decorated body... a modified body... a natural body... share with us a sex experience... interpret "sexy" as it best suits you... go as bare as you dare... )<br />
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<b>SOUL - a spiritual or religious-themed poem wearing all </b><b>WHITE - well, you can wear black if you're Wicca & if you are an atheist, we will also want to hear from you </b>(suggestions: are you spiritual? do you believe in a divinity or the after life? is religion important in your life? are you an atheist? agnostic? how do you experience religion in connection with your sexuality? do you find religion goes against it? or do religion and sexuality go hand in hand in your life?<b><br />
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WORK </b>-<b> employment-related poem in<span> OCCUPATIONAL GEAR....</span>, about any job, not necessarily one's everyday job, but words and attire must be related</b><br />
(suggestions: a poem about your everyday job... about the job you lost... about your dream job... about a job you love... a job you hate... a job you like fantasising about... a job with a cool uniform...)<br />
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<b>WIG-A-POEM - a poem about any subject, but you must wear a </b><b>WIG, which will complement and accessorize your words </b>(just make sure the wig is fab.... and if you forget to bring one.... there will be wigs available on the stage for you to borrow on the night...) </div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-69872764265704280182010-06-01T16:16:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:17:08.060-07:00Winning poems 2009<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><i>Winner of the .Best Shag. Category:</i></b><br />
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<b>'I Don't Want Much'</b><br />
<br />
I don't want much.<br />
<br />
I just want to bury my face<br />
in the pits of your arms<br />
and to sniff you like glue.<br />
<br />
I want to smell<br />
the flower-water scent<br />
of the sweat of my arse<br />
on your beard.<br />
<br />
I want to remember<br />
what your tongue felt like<br />
licking me there.<br />
<br />
I want to taste<br />
myself on your lips.<br />
<br />
I want to wear bruises<br />
inflicted by the thrust<br />
of your hips.<br />
<br />
I want to be quenched<br />
by the taste of your piss,<br />
when I'm gasping with thirst.<br />
<br />
And, if we should sleep<br />
I want to wake first<br />
so I can lie here,<br />
counting my blessings<br />
and counting your charms<br />
and counting the delicate hairs on your arms<br />
<br />
And when you wake up,<br />
I want you to miss me,<br />
whilst I go to the kitchen<br />
and make coffee for you.<br />
<br />
I want to make history.<br />
<br />
I want to take on the world in a fight<br />
feeling no fear 'cos you're there at my back,<br />
in a rearguard defence against every attack.<br />
And in a lull in the battle<br />
I'll lean my head back and laugh,<br />
and suck the blood<br />
from your lips<br />
and I'll bind up your fists<br />
where the knuckles are flayed.<br />
<br />
I want to be sure that I wont be betrayed.<br />
<br />
I guess it might seem<br />
like I'm looking for love<br />
but to be brutally honest,<br />
if push comes to shove...<br />
<br />
....I don't want that much.<br />
<br />
Right now I'd make do with a text,<br />
or the sound of your voice on the phone.<br />
<br />
I'd be happy to know<br />
that I'm not alone,<br />
and that you want me too.<br />
<br />
'Cos I feel like no more<br />
than a recidivist addict<br />
who's enjoying the habit<br />
and for now I'd be happy<br />
just to bury my face<br />
in the pits of your arms<br />
and to sniff you like glue. <br />
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<b>by Mark Walton<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/frostbittenpoetry">http://www.myspace.com/frostbittenpoetry</a></b><br />
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<i><b>Glam Slam Final Winner</b>:</i><br />
<br />
<b>D.I.L.F.</b><br />
<br />
Excuse me madam<br />
Is that your husband?<br />
Or perhaps just<br />
the father of your child?<br />
That guy with the pushchair<br />
in the grocery aisle…<br />
<br />
Because the three day stubble<br />
and the rough neck fashion<br />
would make me look twice<br />
on any occasion,<br />
but it’s the child in his care<br />
that’s making me stare<br />
‘cos he’s a daddy I’d like to fuck.<br />
<br />
And I know that<br />
it doesn’t make any sense<br />
‘cos biologically speaking<br />
it makes no difference to me<br />
whether he's fertile or firing blanks.<br />
<br />
Besides I’d settle for a blow job<br />
or a mutual wank.<br />
<br />
But there’s something so virile<br />
about a man with a child,<br />
that even a middle aged bloke<br />
with very few charms,<br />
is quickly transformed<br />
by a child in arms,<br />
into a daddy I’d like to fuck.<br />
<br />
And tell me who’s that older guy?<br />
The one with the smile lines<br />
round his eyes when he gives you<br />
that protective look?<br />
<br />
Did he nurture you<br />
in the crook of his arm<br />
and spend years of his life<br />
keeping you safe from harm?<br />
Because his careworn face<br />
and his greying locks<br />
give him the distinguished look<br />
of a silver fox.<br />
And despite his age<br />
with his rugby build<br />
he looks like he’d still<br />
be good for a ruck.<br />
<br />
And I know he’s your Dad<br />
and it’s really not polite<br />
but I’d love to borrow him<br />
for the night<br />
'cos he’s a daddy a like to fuck.<br />
<br />
So when you notice my smile<br />
at your family group<br />
I’m afraid I'm not being sentimental<br />
it’s something much more elemental.<br />
<br />
But please don’t drag him off<br />
down the vegetable aisle<br />
when you notice the hungry look in my eyes.<br />
<br />
'Cos I don't mean to be disrespectful.<br />
I’m not about to make a move,<br />
and I’m sure if I did that he wouldn’t approve,<br />
but that bloke that you’re with<br />
has set something stirring.<br />
The fact he's a Dad<br />
makes him much more alluring.<br />
<br />
Why not be proud, or little bit smug?<br />
Even tip me a wink.<br />
<br />
'Cos I'm hardly a threat.<br />
<br />
I’m just a gay bloke out shopping<br />
who's down on his luck<br />
and he’s a daddy I’d like to fuck. <br />
<br />
<b>by Mark Walton<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/frostbittenpoetry">http://www.myspace.com/frostbittenpoetry</a></b></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-87650840034335842782009-04-21T16:13:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:14:56.674-07:00Categories - 2009<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>GLAD</b> poem: happy, clappy words with lots of colour<br />
(Competing poets must be wearing lots of colour; the brighter the colours, the better; no greys, browns or pale hues, please...)<br />
<br />
<b>DARK</b> poem: depressive words of despair in black<br />
(Competing poets must be wearing black or dark colours; the darker the clothes - and the words - the better)<br />
<br />
<b>SHAG</b> poem: sexy words performed sexily <br />
(Competing poets must be in sexy attire, lingerie, fetish, or nude; the more they reveal of their body - and soul - the better; why not have the poem written on the skin, for example?)<br />
<br />
<b>DRAG</b> poem: gender-bending words in drag<br />
(Competing poets must be wearing outfits associated with a sex different from their own, however they define it, preferably with a gender-bending theme)</span></div>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-18222041512887348772009-04-17T16:11:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:12:21.692-07:00Winning Poems 2008<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">BEST LUST POEM:</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pubic Display</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">by Susie Showers</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The thing about my body hair</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Is that someone else has put it there</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's not my place to scrape it bare</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It wants to poke through my underwear.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Some ladies go to Holloywood, others to Brazil</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But my short curlies stay at home</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The plane ride makes them ill.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pubes, fuzz, carpet, rug</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Have a peer at your minge, give it a hug.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Or if you're feeling nasty, slap its mouth</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Call it a bitch and lock it in the house.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You'll start to get to know your patch</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It may enjoy a tennis match</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Movie nights and singing clubs</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Weekends spent down at the pub.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But if you have to shave your cat</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dyed bright white or darkest black</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do you know where all the stubblies go</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Spinning down the plug hole?</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To a magical land on the deep blue sea</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Pubic Isles, super trendy</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Young spriggins springing in the spring</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Package holidays, fishing (beware of crabs).</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But bargain travel fun aside</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are those that just get left behind.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They think they're ugly, worthless, fat</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The ingrown hairs around one's twat.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Give body hairs a second chance</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To curl up next to cotton pants.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sign the petition over there</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To secure a future for an ingrown hair!</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The thing about my happy clam</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It shouldn't look like new roast ham</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's not my place to pluck it clean</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It wants to poke out through my jeans.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">GRAND FINAL WINNER:</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Squirrels</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">by Susie Showers</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fucking squirrel</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fucking looked at me</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I saw its glinting grin</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But I am armed with poisoned peanuts</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We cannot let them win</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That fucking squirrel</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its stupid eyes</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With lethal stealth it attacks by surprise</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But we are strong</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And we are big</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And we</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Are very</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Wise</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fucking squirrels up their cunting trees</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Furry plans up furry sleeves</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They know your postcode</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Loiter where you work</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fucking squirrels</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sneaky thieves</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They take our jobs</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They buy all the bread</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Those bastard squirrels</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Always late with the rent</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They don’t say good morning</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They jump on your face</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I need my space</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It’s not their place</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Squirrel</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You are not my race</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I saw this one squirrel,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I’m like “Where’s all your fur?”</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With no fuzz on its tail</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It looked like a murderer</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fucking squirrels</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Don’t belong in the park</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And they fucking know that</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But they hang out</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the dark</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Aaaaaaaaaagh squirrel</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Imported from wherever you came from</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You eat live birds feet first</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You carry disease</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You are the worst</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Have you ever heard a squirrel make a noise?</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">EXACTLY</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That fucking squirrel</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The one that looked at me</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I saw its glinting grin</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But we are armed with poisoned peanuts</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We cannot let them win.</span></span>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-39119965262746965642008-05-01T16:04:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:05:22.974-07:00Categories 2008<span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">LOVE </span><span style="color: black;">poem - in RED</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must be wearing at least one essential item featuring the color red and read a love poem)</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">LOSS </span><span style="color: black;">poem - in BLUE</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must be wearing at least one essential item featuring the color blue and read a poem about loss)</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">LUST </span><span style="color: black;">poem - in UNDERWEAR, LINGERIE, or LESS</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must read an erotic poem in sexy underwear, lingerie, or less - nudity & props more than welcome)</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">WIG-</span><span style="color: black;">a-poem - wearing a WIG</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">(Competing poets must feature a fabulous wig while reading a poem about any topic) </span>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603775468129566770.post-7377093026492211762008-04-16T16:02:00.000-07:002011-04-19T16:04:10.935-07:00Glam Slam in NEW YORK (NY)<h4 class="post-title"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/glamslamuk/blog/380220422" rel="bookmark" title="Read Glam Slam in NEW YORK (NY)"></a></h4><article class="post-body"> <div class="blogSubject"><img height="211" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m293/emanuelxavier/FINALJPEGAD.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="blogSubject">From Emanuel Xavier's blog:</div><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmxvZy5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9lbWFudWVseGF2aWVyYXJ0aXN0"><span style="color: #003399;">http://blog.myspace.com/emanuelxavierartist</span></a><br />
"<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dear friends:</span><br />
<div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As you may have already heard, after ten wonderful years, I am putting together <strong>THE HOUSE OF XAVIER'S ULTIMATE GLAM SLAM: <em>Bowing Out After A Decade </em></strong>sponsored by <strong>HX </strong>on <strong>Wednesday, June 25</strong> at <strong>Bowery Poetry Club</strong>.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It has been a great journey launching the House of Xavier and creating the Glam Slam. I've learned a lot throughout the years and there are so many people to thank for supporting this event, especially <strong>Mother Diva Xavier</strong>, who always stood by me and hosted the competition. Ideally, I had wanted to bring together the NYC ballroom community and the slam poetry scene together for an event celebrating both cultures and hopefully providing another creative outlet. In an ambitious move, it was slated as an annual alternative queer arts contribution held during Gay Pride Week. It has struggled to remain relevant and survive during the last few years even while others tried to take credit for creating the event. Therefore, after many unnecessary challenges and before it simply fades, I am saying goodbye to something I have been truly proud of which has provided a genuine platform for many aspiring artists.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This event has meant a lot, not only to those involved, but to many others who have admired it from afar. So it is my pleasure to announce that the Glam Slam event will continue to inspire a new generation of spoken word artists - albeit, in another continent. I have passed the reigns over with many blessings to Basque/Spanish performance poet, <strong>Ernesto Sarezale</strong> (</span><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vc2FyZXphbGUuY29tLw=="><span style="color: #33ccff; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://sarezale.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">), who will be bringing the Glam Slam competition to the visionary chaps over in none other than London. <strong>THE GLAM SLAM (UK) </strong>will be making it's debut just one week after we close shop here in New York on <strong>Tuesday, July 1 </strong>at the <strong>Royal Vauxhall Tavern </strong>(</span><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2dsYW1zbGFtdWs="><span style="color: #33ccff; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">http://www.myspace.com/glamslamuk</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">). Here's to the Brits carrying the torch for another ten years!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Drop by and say "Peace out!" on Wednesday, June 25th in NYC and, if possible, "Cheers!" on Tuesday, July 1st in London!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Peace always,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Emanuel Xavier</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">" . . . our angels have wings too" <br />
<strong>-emanuel xavier, </strong></span></span><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmVtYW51ZWx4YXZpZXIuY29tLw=="><strong><span style="color: #33ccff; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">www.emanuelxavier.com</span></strong></a></div></article>Ernesto Sarezalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027517083121675673noreply@blogger.com0