Poems by Henry Kanabus

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Slam: The Death of Poetry

One evening in Chicago I received an invitation from Al Simmons to be a "referee" at the first "Poetry Bout."

I said "What the hell is that."

He said he would build a boxing ring in TUT, a popular club across from Berlin, both neo-hip watering holes at the Northern edge of Chicago's New Town.

"A boxing ring?"

"Yeah," he answered. "We'll put two poets in together and let them read one poem a piece and let the audience choose the winner."

I was not in a good mood (rarely am) and said "That's fucking crazy, man. Poetry is not a competition." I was rather naive then...

"It'll be a Hit." he said

"That's not the fucking point." I said. "If Brother Theodore and Emily Dickinson read; who do you think would win? And who is the better poet?''

"But it'll make money.''

"Count me out," I said, and hung up the phone


Years later, Poetry Readings had to be re-named Spoken Word - To distinguish themselves
from the mob-trashing of Literature called Slam poetry.

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