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Perform in the Slam Poetry Competition on March 4th, 2016

Performance: Fri 3/4, 7 PM

Do you love the spoken word? Do you want to participate in one of Mill Valley’s most celebrated maxine-and-audience-1024x767evenings? Register to compete in the Library’s 5th Annual Teen Slam Poetry Competition!

On March 4th an audience of over 200 will fill the Mill Valley Library to hear 12 high school students (are you one of them?) perform original works of poetry. Three judges will determine who moves on to the championship round and, ultimately, win the competition. Chinaka Hodge returns as our brilliant, vibrant emcee for the evening. Participants MUST register and communicate with Katie prior to the event on March 4th at 7 PM.

Registration required; open to high school students only.

What you need to know if you are performing in the Slam Poetry Competition.

Check out the video from the 2015 Slam Competition here.

What is Slam?

A slam itself is simply a poetry competition in which poets perform original work before an audience and judges (in our case three judges). The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.

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What You Need to Know About Performing in the Slam Poetry Competition

Information for Poets about the Slam Poetry Competition at MVPL

Where: March 4th, 2016, 7:00 PM at the Mill Valley Public Library (poets must arrive no later than 6:00 PM). We’ll feed you a pizza dinner and you can use the hour to eat and prepare.

ALSO: If you haven’t performed in the Slam Poetry Competition before, you must contact Katie (kmacbride@cityofmillvalley.org) after registering. 

Slam Format/Scoring: We have room for 12 poets/contestants. Each poet will perform in the first round. After each poet performs, the judges will give him/her a score.

Poems can be up to three minutes long using: no props, no costumes, no musical accompaniment. At 3:10:01 poets start losing .5 of a point for every 10 seconds they go over after 3:10.

The three poets with the highest scores will move on to the championship round. The poet who receives the highest score in the championship round will be crowned the winner.

Each contestant should have at least two pieces of original work (less than three minutes each) ready to perform. Poems can be on any subject. Note cards WILL NOT be allowed so you must memorize your work.

Prizes:

  • First Prize: $100 Book Passage Gift Certificate
  • Second Prize (First Runner-up): Sol Food Gift Certificate
  • Third Prize (Second Runner-up): Equator Coffee Gift Certificate

Register to compete in the Competition here

Registration to attend the Competition: open to high school students and adults. We will post a registration on the Library website link two weeks before the Slam. Registration tends to fill up quickly, so make sure to let your family and friends know ASAP if they want to see you shine.

If you have not participated in a slam poetry competition before, it is a good idea to watch videos of slam performances to get an idea of how it works. I am pasting the judging rubric below, so you can see the kinds of things the judges will be considering. This is only a rough outline of how the judges score poems, much will be up to each individual judge.

 

Judging Rubric for Poetry Slams

Excellent (10) Good (7–9) Satisfactory (4–6) Poor (1–3)
Performance-The poet speaks clearly, projects his/her voice, has memorized his/her poem and effectively performs to the audience. The poet should speak clearly and distinctly, without mispronouncing words or stammering. Makes eye contact with audience, etc.
Poem– The poem is well crafted and demonstrates effective use of poetic language, which may include figurative language and/or rich vocabulary. The poem conveys an idea and a point of view. The poem captures and conveys human emotion and experience. The poem effectively uses rhythm and sound of language.
Interpretation-The poet’s body movement, facial expressions, and gestures are consistent with and enhance the ideas and mood of the poem. The poet conveys energy and emotion that is consistent with and enhances the ideas and mood of the poem.

 

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Video from the Slam Poetry Competition 2015

Thank you so much to everyone who came out and made the Slam Poetry Competition such an amazing evening! Video of the performances can be found here. Pictures of the event can be found here and the hard copies of the poems are coming soon!

Big thanks to Chinaka Hodge for being our fabulous emcee and for Kate Axelrod, Ryan Kawamoto, and Tamarah Phillips for doing a great job as judges.

Watch the video of the 2014 Slam Poetry Competition here.

See pictures from the 2014 Slam Poetry Competition here.

 

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Pictures from the 2015 Slam Poetry Competition

Pictures from the Mill Valley Library’s 4th annual Teen Slam Poetry Competition!

pre-slam prep

pre-slam prep

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sabrinapaulaoliviasstephaniemaxine1marleyjasonjakeemma1dannimaxine and audience

Chinaka concludes the evening with an amazing poem of her own.

Chinaka concludes the evening with an amazing poem of her own.

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Information for Poets in the 2015 Slam

Information for Poets about the Slam Poetry Competition at MVPL

Where: March 6th, 2015, 7:00 PM at the Mill Valley Public Library (poets must arrive no later than 6:00 PM). We’ll feed you a pizza dinner and you can use the hour to eat and prepare.

 

Slam Format/Scoring:

We have room for 13 poets/contestants. Each poet will perform in the first round. After each poet performs, the judges will give him/her a score.

Poems can be up to three minutes long using: no props, no costumes, no musical accompaniment. At 3:10:01 poets start losing .5 of a point for every 10 seconds they go over after 3:10.

The three poets with the highest scores will move on to the championship round. The poet who receives the highest score in the championship round will be crowned the winner.

Each contestant should have at least two pieces of original work (less than three minutes each) ready to perform. Poems can be on any subject. Note cards WILL NOT be allowed so you must memorize your work.

Prizes:

First Prize: iPad Mini

Second Prize (First Runner-up): Sol Food Gift Certificate

Third Prize (Second Runner-up): Equator Coffee Gift Certificate

  • If you have not participated in a slam poetry competition before, it is a good idea to watch videos of slam performances to get an idea of how it works. I am pasting the judging rubric below, so you can see the kinds of things the judges will be considering.
  • I need a picture (jpg, please, none of this png nonsense) and a short bio (preferably in the third person) about you. For example: Katie MacBride is a writer and librarian living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her work has appeared in The Bold Italic, Drunk Monkeys, Substance.com, and Whimperbang among other publications. She is currently working on a young adult novel and enjoys taking naps with her dog.
  • ALSO: Registration to attend the event (for your family, friends, etc) opens on the 15th of February. The event fills up fast, though, so I have two reserved guest spots for each poet. Email me the name and email address of each person you want to register and I will make sure they have a reservation.

 

Judging Rubric for Poetry Slams

Excellent (10) Good (7–9) Satisfactory (4–6) Poor (1–3)
Performance-The poet speaks clearly, projects his/her voice, has memorized his/her poem and effectively performs to the audience. The poet should speak clearly and distinctly, without mispronouncing words or stammering. Makes eye contact with audience, etc.
Poem– The poem is well crafted and demonstrates effective use of poetic language, which may include figurative language and/or rich vocabulary. The poem conveys an idea and a point of view. The poem captures and conveys human emotion and experience. The poem effectively uses rhythm and sound of language.
Interpretation-The poet’s body movement, facial expressions, and gestures are consistent with and enhance the ideas and mood of the poem. The poet conveys energy and emotion that is consistent with and enhances the ideas and mood of the poem.
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Slam Poetry Competition 2014

Update: Watch the video of the Slam Poetry Competition here!

Thank you to everyone who made this night such a huge success! You can view pictures from the evening here and read poems from the evening here.

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Slam Poem 2 by Emma Weinswig

I speculate that even before my words emanate

Most of you have already begun to stipulate

Preconceived ideas resting upon stereotypes

This is a young, probably naïve and delusional

Local, probably affluent and spoiled

Short and small, probably shy

White girl, who has probably never worked a day in her life

And is she’s gonna share a poem with us

Hah, well this’ll be good

You speculate.

I’ve heard it before, who I am, you’ll deprecate.

I’ve always been defiled with labels

But I can take it and recuperate

Because where I come from

Wardrobes and follower to like ratio are more important

Than the content of your character

I grew up with an innate sense of rejection

Hyper-intense need to be the best

I come from a generation

Where cliques form friends

Where your reputation is more important

Than your own self respect

A generation of touchscreens and tweeting

Where eye contact and authentic communication is fleeting

Our voices are only read

And our laughter is never heard

 

I come from a generation

Where the greatest role models young girls have

Are photoshopped plastic replicas of perfection

For boys it’s pathetic show

A hint sensitivity and affection

I come from a generation

Where the media yanks you from the whom,

Nursing you then spoon feeding you your first words

Pretty or ugly

Fat or skinny

Pretty or ugly

Fat or skinny

 

Due to whatever insecurity

You let drive yourself mad

You’re guaranteed to let

The things you own start owning you

Because you’re fooled to think they’re all you have

This is your life

And its ending one unneeded online purchase at a time

I want you to understand

You are not your GPA

You are not how much money you have saved

Not the car you drive

Not the contents of your wallet

You are not which smart phone you have

Understand that

You are the same decaying organic matter as the rest of us

But time out-

I matter

You matter

We all matter

 

But we’ve all heard this before

We’re all players

In our very own redundant game of hypocrites

But we all can’t seem to find a way to end it

On repeat I’m watching

Us fail and fumble

As we try to find

A way to transcend it

 

But why can’t we

Stop speaking in “if only” statements

And start moving forward

And getting over what we don’t like about ourselves

Before we let it hold us back

We all need to

Deepen our love for what makes us different

Maintaining the part of us that’s special

Instead of powdering our faces with lies

And exploiting our Facebook profiles as a disguise

But when the power goes out or Wifi connection is lost

We start to believe we are nothing

If we don’t enact this destined definiton of perfect

At any cost

 

I say this to my generation

Don’t you dare shatter the truth that you can be anything

Beyond: material, flesh, body, and phony expectations

Our generation must re-establish valid aspirations

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Slam Poem 1 by Emma Weinswig

When I first heard

The verdict conferred

I put myself in the place

Of Marissa Alexander

Trying to imagine

What she thought

As she sat through

Her trial of lies and slander

 

Lock me up in a cell

20 years in hell

For pulling the trigger as a warning

At my husband abusing me in the morning

 

My name is Marissa

I’m a thirty-one year old black woman

The mother of three children

But I will miss their childhood

Because on May 8th

It took a jury twelve minutes to sentence me

To 20 years

It took a jury of my white peers

Twelve minutes to sentence me to 20 years

For firing a warning shot

 

My heart began to rot

When I heard the news

On July 13

A 28 year-old grown man

Needed to defend himself

From a young boy, so he killed him.

But after 16 hours and 12 minutes

He was innocent.

 

And I asked myself

Should I have continued

My relations with Mr. Crayola?

Who’s crayon fists scribbled

Various hues of black and blues

On my skin as it imbues.

Because they treated my bruises that I wore

As if they were a contagious disease

They said beware of a black woman who protects herself

But don’t worry

It will only take 20 years in prison to cure her of it

No guarantees

 

This nightmare is becoming a reality

When everyday I hear of

The brutality and abnormality

Of our nation we call free

 

How can I sleep

With the fear of every time my child puts

A hood over his head he’s marking himself

As a victim to our legal system

Because on July 13

It was made known that wearing a hood

Means danger

That wearing a hood means

You’re up to no good

If you’re black and wearing a hood

You’ve invested in your own persecution

And yet we all seem to forget the ones in white

that have those same attributions

 

When I took the stand

I refused to plea for guilt

To only be canned in prison

For three years rather than 20

 

Because on the day

I walked away from my husband

I found my dignity waiting for me

At the door outside

It was homeless and broken

But time after time I ignored it

Letting the pounding of a coward’s fists

Reward it

But on that day I found my independence

Although I was locked up when I fired

I reclaimed emancipation from the shackles of abuse

There was no use in lying

Claiming I was trying

To murder

 

When you catch yourself beginning

To color within the same lines

Of the same primary colors

As slaver owners once did

Free your mind from prejudice and profiling

Let me be a reminder of all the defiling

Those thoughts cause, before it’s too late.

 

I thank you for your prayers but decline them

I want you to redesign them

As prayers for all humans of all races

That one-day we might

Stop painting pictures

In only black and white

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Slam Poetry Competition Pictures

Thank you to everyone who made the Slam Poetry Competition a rousing success! The 10 poets inspired, moved, and awed an audience of over 260 people. Below are a few photos from the event. If you have any photos you would like to share, please email them to me at kmacbride@cityofmillvalley.org. Poems from the evening can be found here (I will add more poems as I receive them). Video of the event will be posted when it becomes available.

Pre-slam prep with pizza and our amazing emcee, Chinaka Hodge…

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A few poets…

olivia

photo credit: Matt Ross

photo credit: Matt Ross

 

photo credit: Matt Ross

photo credit: Matt Ross

hannahangst

marley

In front of a huge crowd…insta crowdshot

Photo credit: Matt Ross

Photo credit: Matt Ross

Impressing judges…

photo credit: Matt Ross

photo credit: Matt Ross

 

 

 

photo credit: Matt Ross

photo credit: Matt Ross

A winner…

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And a well-deserved standing ovation for all…

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The applause and the accolades continued well after the competition was over….

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High Up Tree by Olivia Sinclair

 

Don’t cut yourself on the broken pieces of yesterday

the memories like shards on the floor

but I’m barefoot

we are straddling something

much bigger than just “yesterday”

We live in a world that believes

its better to be boring

than absolutely ridiculous

I remember the words once written to me

“Your my hero”

yet my friends and family watched

as my own cape

was caught in one very high up tree.

I bet my mother prayed as she bared me

That I wouldn’t become a product of society

and I remember during days at the beach

most kids would step in their parents sandy footprints

while I backwards tracked my own.

Theres a difference between being strange and broken

between being unheard and unspoken

And just because your living an uphill battle

doesn’t mean your on a downward spiral.

Because there are demons inside

completing task after task

making us want to believe this

One day they feed off food

untouched by an anorexic

and the next push people

off of suicidal ledges

into rocks like pits in our stomachs

when we hear our loved ones are gone.

Sticks and stones

soon become boulders and javelins

and humans have come to the conclusion

that the closer we come to confront our problems,

the bigger the targets in our hearts become.

But they aren’t aiming it for the holes in our heart

rather the cracks on our skin

because our flaws remain shallower than

we remember burying them.

We didn’t burry them deep

like how a skipped pebble that sinks

Like the thoughts of a teen after taking one too many drinks.

our lives can only skip so far in just one blink.

And while some fear

death

needles

and physical pain

the scariest fear of all is loneliness.

We grow up in a generation

where we laugh at #foreveralone

when in reality

its just a light hearted way

of expressing how we believe

that we will never be loved.

I need you

you are water to my tree

So I can stand tall and proud

with my roots dug so deep underground

with branches reached out

distracting viewers

from their plagued scrutiny

to be trapped with my thoughts

is to face reality

inside of me

no fake hospitality.

High school.

Not all trees are able to grow

and some are even cut down.

by the people spit words so strong

they burst holes through brick walls

just leaving more debris to tip toe around

but sometimes we need to cut ourselves on all this glass and ruble

because our trees can’t just grow on soft soil.

Because even when we seem lost

we are given the opportunity

to find something greater

and unexpected.

Till the day we realize that imperfection is beauty

that tears are not a broken down truck

but the gasoline to keep it going.

Till the day we can look back and say

it only took one baby leaf

to spark a revolution

and stretch into one

very high up tree.

 

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