Writer Wednesdays makes some noise!

Hot of the presses, Nancy Bianconi of the NoHo Arts District.com zine was super generous to add our event in our pages. Not only does she mention the event, but she does a full-on interview highlighting the rare beauty of a Beatnik experience...and that's exactly what we are trying to bring to NoHo!

Read the full article here: http://nohoartsdistrict.com/index.php/north-hollywood-news/item/1671-the-spirit-of-the-beats-and-the-beatnik#.UTV4QzBOSSq

Excerpts from the article (Interview with Jessica Wilson, hostess of Writer Wednesdays)

Give us a little history about Spoken Word

Jessica: Not too sure how to answer this. The spoken word was often shared in close proximity, where your shoulders could easily touch the person's next to you, and you listen around a fire to hear a story. Oration was an art, a way to share wisdom with those who were not formally taught, a way to inspire and admire. I am a Beatnik girl, all the way, and believe our words are proclamations of the soul, and the beat of the Congas, or rhythm, the communal heartbeat sustaining us.

How did you get started doing Spoken Word?

Jessica: I was inspired at an early age, by the work of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Allen Ginsberg, and Jack Kerouac. Beat all the way! I'd write in stream of consciousness form and read what came out. That's when I discovered the power that words have, and appreciated the rhythm of the lines that follow the stream.

If someone wants to perform in your series, what do they do?

Jessica: We would love to meet all of you! Please come by and join us! All performers at the mic are welcome to read their work to the CongaPoet's percussion. It's an extremely unique experience that we are so fortunate to offer! Please RSVP and get on the mailing list for Writer Wednesdays by shouting out to venicesoapboxpoets@gmail.com We prefer RSVPs in advance so we can set up the show in advance. All performers get a maximum of 6 minutes at the mic! All creative written work is accepted!

When everyone was quarantined, I felt like

"When everyone was quarantined, I felt like..." I was caged, my cord cut, the outside was in, and I wasn’t ready for that. I felt like I was out of time – no way to re-plan my life, no way to be by anyone’s side. I like mapping the scene, feel heat amongst a crowd, and now, to stay away from them, I have to hide. Close myself off my nature, to enjoy parties dancing, all the things feel more alive… When that door shut, a hurricane hit. JMWC 9/22/20 from class, Panorama High School, 2020

In Honor of Mother Earth

Happy Earth Month! Right now, we see the blossoms opening, the vines ripening -- the sweet smell of Spring is here! Congratulations to everyone for making it out of the darkness, in this frigid air... the dew of the damp Earth has sprouted many blessings. Rake up the gentle soil and bring her into your circle. Let the abundance flow into your circle; enjoy the fragrance of your harvest. I wanted to offer up this powerful song; Madre Tierra , by Maya Jupiter. Her message is steady and daring to be spoken into the ears of all who dwell on and know Mother Earth. Speak righteously, and take care. ~ Jessica ~

In Loving Memory of Anthony St. Jude Greene

My best friend died Sunday, July 24, 2011. Best and oldest friend...a brother and someone connected to my soul throughout life. It's not entirely real to me...we'd always talk, plan trips to see each other. This is going to be hard. He struggled a lot throughout his life; his weight problem, respiratory issues, sensitivity in general as he got older and heavier. It's a damn shame. He was a very strong man. Very strong! He'd fight off death for years. :) He'd joke about it a lot...saying that death is gonna have to fight harder because he's not giving up. His heart gave out, his body had enough trauma. He just had to let go, we have to acknowledge that he lived hard, fought well, died nobly. We'd joke about our heritage...we had much of the same mix of mutt in us, which was quite unique. He was also the son of many many vikings! Norsemen were tough, full of valor and grit, arghhhhhhh! Those medieval times men had nothing on Anthony Greene. :) Noth...

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