Showing posts with label trinidad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trinidad. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Only the Beginning...

Every so often there comes a time in any purposed journey to reflect on where you are, in light of where you have been... A point of realisation of a dream, or part thereof... A hurdle crossed, fence scaled, or wall climbed. Exactly 3 weeks ago, I made one of those long-awaited steps. I had grown well into my (poetic) shoes for some years and it was due time to plant my foot onto a higher tier and make an ascent. On Wednesday 19th August, 2009, I was given the opportunity to feature my poetry at an Open Mic event. This was my very first feature and would be the most momentous one for some time to come...

I first hit the stage as a poet in October, 2005, in my homeland of Trinidad & Tobago. Moved to NY one year later and continued with the poetry club at College. I performed at open mics, talent shows and, in 2008, one poetry slam in which I placed 2nd (they say I deserved 1st). In that final year of school, I started venturing on my own into the unknown territory of the NY poetry scene. Nobody knew who I was. I had hit a few spots where I was met with indifference and left with mixed emotions of content vs contempt. My 4 years of experience sounds like a long time, but in NY I'd be considered a newbie, considering that their youth talent is fostered from teenage years.

Back home in T&T, the artform is still relatively new. I had been a part of what I feel was a movement, still ongoing, that brought poetry to the forefront of the art scene. Soca and Reggae/Dancehall had been the mainstream seemingly forever, but a vibrant underground was emerging. New York, however, was different. I must say that my eyes were opened wide to the poetry scene in NY. I saw and heard people and styles that I've never heard before. Expression at its liberal best! After getting my feet wet, and establishing a solid reputation for myself amongst my small circle of poetic peers, I earned my first feature.

Work As Renaissance @ La Pregunta Arts Cafe in Harlem... It was a tremendous experience and the start of bigger and better things to come. Much thanks to all who came out to see me (we packed the house!). And I must give love to the event's host, my very dear friend, and extraordinary poet, Jamica, for making this happen!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Navy Goes to W.A.R.!... Feature in Harlem

In the spirit of Hubert H. Harrison, Claude McKay, Eric Walrond, Marcus Garvey, and the many West Indians who helped to shape the identity of Harlem during the roaring 20s…..


Work As Renaissance returns
on Wednesday, August 19, 2009
with a touch of Carnival featuring two premiere talents and a special guest:


Half rapsonian, half poet, wholeheartedly brilliant


NAVY


Seduction’s voice swaying to a reggae beat

HERMINA


From Trinidad to Juilliard to Prospect Park, her words nourish brainstems


SAMANTHA


THORNHILL


These wonderful features will be backed by an endless supply of firepower via various members of the art community, including the ingenious one-man band himself,


NGOMA ,


and Brooklyn’s finest j’ouvert band


KUTTERS RIDDEM


SECTION.



DOORS OPEN AT 8PM.
$7 FOR 1 PERSON/ $10 FOR 2 PEOPLE
BRING AN INSTRUMENT AND PLAY FOR FREE ADMISSION
LA PREGUNTA ARTS CAFE

1528 AMSTERDAM AVENUE AND 135TH STREET
1 TRAIN TO 137TH STREET--CITY COLLEGE

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Why "Navy Speaks"

Audiences hardly ever get to hear the stories behind poetic pieces, whether at open mics or in books. We poets never really have the opportunity to talk about our pieces while on stage. So since there aren't any 3-4 minute time constraints or "no intro" rules, or print limitations here, I shall delve briefly into the personal insight and inspiration and even history too often hidden in the background of poems...

"Speak" is my self-defining piece. It is the poem that took me to a new plateau. I had been writing and performing in Trinidad for just about 1 year at the time that I wrote this. Without a doubt it was thanks to the (then new) creative energy with which I had surrounded myself by joining the Poetry Club in my first semester at Monroe College (New Rochelle). Shoutout to the President at the time Shawn Bolden a.k.a. Shawn B. This piece is my equivalent to the "Why I Write" pieces that just about every poet has. It is what I advocate...

SPEAK

They say SPEAK!
When you are spoken to
But I SPEAK cuz from my sleep
I was awoken to...
Write a piece
Just for a chosen few
So I could unleash the beast
And I have chosen you
To give my lyrics so tight
They be choking you
And I be up on such heights
I be provoking you
To think...
Cuz that's what I'm supposed to do
I'm trying to get into the minds of most of you
See through this ink...
Some get their rage out on a page
And then put it in a book
And there it stays...
But not me
I get my rage out on the stage
And let that aforementioned beast out of its cage
See I SPEAK to get my word out
Describe scenes you've never seen but mighta heard bout
At times might seem obscene but keep absurd out
Your contradictions, cuz when I speak I leak the conscious diction
See a lot of us just want to do the writing
But not much of us want to do the bright thing
And SPEAK, and bring forth something exciting and
Enlightening, inciting fighting for the right thing...
TRUTH...
Is in the spoken word
That's why I'd rather not be read
But instead be heard
To get the message across
This is the method preferred
So I break a piece of bread
And I feed it to the birds...
Food for thought...
They say, SPEAK your mind
But, mind what you say
And it's less about the what
But, more about the way
So I, reach my mind
And I touch what I pray
For when I'm day dreamin
Like my name is Lupe...
What good is a radio if you don't have a speaker? SPEAK
Through these words, how else I'm gonna reach ya? SPEAK
Tryna learn but you don't understand your teacher. SPEAK
Little boy being touched by his preacher. SPEAK
Concerned, not gettin much from your leader. SPEAK
You miss your babygirl, love her and you need her. SPEAK
Your sister hungry and you got to work to feed her. SPEAK
Daddy not at home, Mommy isn't either. SPEAK
All these problems make me feel the need to SPEAK
To somehow seek the way to solve them
But...
In the end the choice is yours
So just open up your mouth
The voice is yours
SPEAK!

By: Yvan 'Navy' Mendoza