In 2010, we tagged all of our events under the banner ‘Year of the Poet.’ We invited everyone we knew -promoters, poets, singers who didn’t rip their lyrics off dolphin ranting– to take the label as their own and run with it; strive to make ginormous spectacular shit happen. 2010 is our year, and not because BBC said so, we said. Let’s unite and better ourselves! Let’s quit this underground bullhaha and promote good work, better ourselves! More Metaphors! Less Singy-Talky-follow-the-leader-Cack! Shine, dammit! Shine! It was going to be Glorious!
Unfortunately, artists are like cats, and you can organise cats like you can break into the top ten charts with a sonnet about human rights abuses in Sudan. Ergo, we got somewhat ignored. Shame, that. But then a few people listened. A few jumped on, and there’s always that one guy who takes it on as a mantra and goes
Conan the barbarian with it, killing stages, crushing skulls, drinking the blood of the opposition from the skulls of their children and claiming their xboxes for himself to town with it
Everyone, big up that guy, aka Yomi, aka G.R.E.Ed.s (Generating Rhymes to Engage the EnlighteneD soul) for heeding the call, printing damn T Shirts, establishing himself as one of the scene’s most engaging and exciting spoken word artists in less than 12 months, and most importantly producing some Pound Sterling good work, as in the masterful video down here, courtesy of the fine folk at Pinboardblog.com. If you are a spoken word artist, This is your standard.
NO, DONT JUST SIT THERE AND GO, ‘yeeeeeah, I can do better.’ DO BETTER. WE DARE YOU. And thing.