Recap: Carlos Williams at East Meets Words
It’s been ten days since the previous East Meets Words open mic. Usually, we put up the recap promptly, but things in Beantown have been a little electric, hectic, somewhat epileptic. You know, with the Celtics winning their 17th NBA Championship, we’ve been a little busy sipping the bubbly, partying with Pierce, Allen, and KG.
Anyhow, Boston Progress did indeed host another East Meets Words open mic at the East Meets West Bookstore. I took some notes about the lineup, but somehow, I’ve misplaced them somewhere.
[Good thing Eugene's better-memoried-half took notes]
Two newcomers and Carlos-supporters started off the open mic. Steve shared his vision for a future with his vegan kids “Hey” and “Babe,” imploring parents to be nice, or at least be kind to their children. Michael then shared his poem about monsters and night lights and the dark.
[I didn't say my notes were good; I just knew where they were.]
I remember the feature was Carlos Williams, a student and spoken word poet from Emerson College. He brought a few of his slam poetry friends and they all shared some fine pieces too.
Regulars Giles and Dave both shared some pieces. Giles did an old standby, “The Worst Poet in the World,” while Dave beatboxed some musical pieces. Carlos hit the stage at the end of the night. He has a fast flowing delivery. One of his pieces spoke about being lonely in Boston. And here are some quotes that I remember from his performance. Taken out of context, they really lose their potency, but it is what I have. So don’t complain.
“…somewhere there is someone who loves you like it is a crime…”
“…do not leave your porch light on, we’re not coming back…”
Stay tuned for next month’s open mic feature: Two Warriors.
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You forgot, I think her name was Carrie?
My favorite Carlos Williams line: Your mother was a garden with the volume turned up
that’s up there as far as how good a line of poetry without context can still be…
I did, I totally forgot Carrie because bedtime hit while she was up on the mic. Sorry Carrie!!!