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Jaamil Kosoko reads from Notes on an Urban Kill-Floor at Beaver Country Day, April 20, 2010 in Boston, MA
04.20.2010 15:00
America/New York
With an invitation from poet and author Matthew Lippman, Jaamil Olawale Kosoko will read new and selected poems from his poetry collections Animal in Cyberspace and Notes on an Urban Kill-Floor at Beaver Country Day school in Chestnut Hill, MA. Visit www.bcdschool.org for details.
Jaamil Olawale Kosoko,
Executive Producing Director
Philadelphia/ New York / Washington DC
jaamil@kosokoperformance.org
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good poetry
check this. is it good one na?
I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet
whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye;
I was born across the river where I
was borrowed with clothespins, a harrow tooth,
broadsides sewn in my shoes. I returned, though
it please you, through no fault of my own,
pockets filled with coffee grounds and eggshells.
I was born still and superstitious; I bore an unexpected burden.
I gave birth, I gave blessing, bride dress I gave rise to suspicion.
I was born abandoned outdoors in the heat-shaped air,
air drifting like spirits and old windows.
I was born a fraction and a cipher and a ledger entry;
I was an index of first lines when I was born.
I was born waist-deep stubborn in the water crying
ain’t I a woman and a brother I was born
to this hall of mirrors, this horror movie I was
born with a prologue of references, pursued
by mosquitoes and thieves, I was born passing
off the problem of the twentieth century: I was born.
I read minds before I could read fishes and loaves;
I walked a piece of the way alone before I was born.
My mother was once a dancer
My mother was once a dancer who joined many troupes on her prime. During her travels, she wrote various research papers about different dance techniques and how to perfectly employ it during performances. She wants to see how this group performs and judge their over-all stage presence.