The kids are alright. Indeed they are, especially when you saw the talent bursting on stage at Toronto Poetry Slam during the June show. Around one-quarter of the slammers were under 19 (thank you for being all ages, Drake!) and it was incredible to see such energy and ambition coming from dem youths. More on that later.

The night was a mix of vet and rookies. Amanda commanded her poems with ease, moving from serious subject matter (pedophilia, prostitution) to more laugh-heavy fare such as boyfriend troubles. Valentino wowed the audience with a new piece and some “funk”y poetry, while That Brown Bastard went funny on us with I’m So Brown in the second round. Newbies such as Lefcowitz and Stina rocked the mic right, proving that anyone can hit the stage and be a star for under 3 minutes.

The young star of the night was also the winner. Molle kicked impressive arse with three poems covering a wide range of topics, from queer rights to the beauty of poetry. She looked confident and had a nice swagger on stage. There was definitely something in the air when she moved on to the third round; many audience peeps remarked the vibe changed in the air when she took the mic. It was a close call (a .1 difference) but Molle edged out Amanda in the third round to win $75 and a gift certificate to the organic resto Live.

This wrap wouldn’t be complete without a mention of the feature. Boonaa Mohammed filled in for Jamaal St. John last minute and blasted our faces with humour, revolution, social activism and a touch of theatrics. This dude is the real deal, and it was great to hear that he sold out all his CDs that night. Way to support indie art, Slam audience!

That ends another Toronto Poetry Slam, and you best be marking July 18 on your calendar for the next spoken word showdown. It’s a special night — not only is it the beginning of the season proper, but it also features the Slam’s first all-music feature, Mark Berube and the Patriotic Few. If you want to hear memorable poetry AND music, the July Slam is your slam.

Small change in plans: Jamaal St. John cancelled but Boonna Mohammed will be taking his place as guest feature at Toronto Poetry Slam this month. It all goes down June 21, Drake Hotel Underground (1150 Queen St. W.), 7:30pm signup. $5.

It’s gearing up to be a fun night so show up early and stay late. Thanks in advance for supporting spoken word.

See you Saturday.

Toronto Poetry Slam couldn’t have asked for a better Anything Goes Slam. There were saxophones, violins, slams within a slam poem, stripping, black-marker tattoos, Don Cherry impersonations , Saul Williams covers, K’naan covers and a generous dose of kick-ass spoken word.

Since the night wasn’t part of the Season proper, all 15 hungry poets were allowed to enter the first round. And they didn’t disappoint, no matter what rule they decided to break – Soulfistikato had the biggest team piece, performing a mini-slam on stage with a whack of other poets (e.g. Danejahras, Brown Bastard, RD,etc). Then we got a faceful of Taylor Mali courtesy of Duffman, who broke his slam virginity in fine fashion. Tanya and Gypsy went the Buddy Wakefield route (what a team piece!) and Tomy used a variety of props in his classic Reality piece. Thunder Lipsius showed his range with a slam-tastic rendition of Don Cherry’s Coaches Corner, giving his rundown on TPS scenesters.

Yogi made third round by bustin out two covers, K’naan and Saul, and bringin the fire with his own poetry alongside Soul on the djembe. Is it me or is Yogi a rising star that’s been slaying stages recently?

Not to be overlooked were the fine poetry busted on stage that night, especially from those who just wanted to play by the rules. Props to Miss Britta B. for making second round on two solid poems and kudos to Will and Hibbed for rocking the stage with their insightful poems.

One of the most rule-breakin’ poets of the night was Elyse, straight outta London Poetry Slam, who wowed us with a stylistic buffet – she went funny with her first piece about big breasts, doing a lil striptease that ended in an ironic payoff; her second piece focused on brutally honest poetry revolving around rape statistics; and her third returned to the anything-goes vibe with a hilarious PowerPoint presentation on a Birthright Israel trip gone naughtily wrong. For her efforts and incredible talent, Elyse took home top prize — $75 and a Samsung MP3 player.

This slam recap wouldn’t be complete without giving a massive high-five to Mysterion the Mind Reader, the guest feature who unscrewed reality with a great set starring mental telepathy, fork bending and more than one moment of hilarity. I gotta hand it to Mysterion – I was skeptical about mind-reading and ESP but I was convinced of his powers within 10 minutes.

So that wraps up another epic Anything Goes Slam, which will return to the same slam channel next year.

And if you’re jonesing to hit the stage or absorb poetic awesomeness at the next slam, mark this date on your calendar: June 21. The event will feature New York’s Jamaal St. John, at the Drake Hotel.

Until then!

Wow. That sums up my sentiments for the head-spinning FINALS NIGHT at Toronto Poetry Slam. Wow because the poetry dropped in our faces was so deliciously honest and powerful, it would’ve made the hardest heart soften. Wow because 250+ people crowded into Hugh’s Room to hear poetry…even though the TTC went on strike and crippled transportation options for Torontonians. Wow because guest feature C.R. Avery pleasured our earholes with incredible music, poetry and storytelling. Wow because there was intense drama and beauty at the end of the evening.

So as you know, the Finals Night determined who made the Toronto Poetry Slam Team reppin’ the series at national festivals in the U.S. and Canada. Eight competitors took the stage and busted out their classic and new pieces, all performed with the gusto audiences have expected from these spoken word artists. We heard White Noise Machine proffer a different kind of political party; we enjoyed Arianna telling us about her comical moving day; we fell silent as Ziy divulged her pain at taking too many drugs to combat cancer; we were taken on a thirsty journey with Jogi’s powerful pieces; and Gypsy Eyes let us know a bit about him in his biopic poem filled with Ken Finkleman and OMRE references.

When the final poet rang in our ears, the team was determined…almost: the top four poets out of March’s Semis and April’s Finals were Arianna, Krystle, Truth Is and White Noise Machine. But there was a tie for the alternate! Yes, Jogi and Ziy tied for fifth which meant one more round to see who would take the final team spot.

Jogi went up first and performed a fluid poetic piece he delivered with comfortable ease. Then Ziy went up and just talked to us. No poetry, no wordplay. Just letting us know how beautiful it is to perform poetry to so many attentive people, reminding us to never take this art form for granted. It was honest, it was beautiful…but the judges weren’t feeling it, score-wise. Jogi took the final spot on the team as the alternate, and a hearty congrats to this young poet making tidal waves in the scene.

C.R. Avery had us mesmerized during his set. He beatboxed his way through poems about boxers and Jimi Hendrix, then moving to his piano to give us sweet ballads about gritty urban living. The dude is a multi-talented genius, and TPS was lucky to have him bring his unique voice to the stage.

A big high-five to Arianna, Krystle, Truth, White Noise and Jogi for making the team. Expect to see them at many a venue around Toronto, including international fests. And I want to extend my thanks to everyone who slammed during this season, no matter what you scored. You do what many people can’t and won’t do and that alone deserves recognition.

So that wraps up the season proper, but we’re returning to regular non-season slams on Sunday May 25 at the Drake Hotel. In fact, May’s slam is crazy-special: it’s the ANYTHING GOES Slam, where the rules are thrown out the window. See you then!

It’s what you’ve been waiting for — the beautifully delicious SLAM FINALS, featuring the top 8 poets from the season and multi-talented C.R. Avery from Vancouver.

It all goes down at Hugh’s Room, 2261 Dundas St. W, just south of Bloor (free parking at Loblaw’s across the street).
Doors 6pm, slam 8pm. $12 at door.

Hugh’s Room staffers informed me that seating is SOLD OUT and it’s standing room only now, so I highly suggest you arrive waaaay before 8pm to make sure you get a good sightline.

Yes, there’s the bloody TTC strike but I got faith in all the spoken word fans out there. No one has told me they’re cancelling yet, performer or pre-ticket buyer. Business as usual, insanity as unusual.

There’ll be a merch table selling hot hot hot CDs and books so bring extra cash!

Can you feel the power-passion rumbling through your veins? Know what that is? No, not diabetes but the anticipation of seeing some incredible poetry hit the stage tonight. It will be epic.

See you tonight, and look for an update to this space on Sunday or Monday to find out who won (if you’re foolish enough to miss the Finals tonight).

At many moments at last night’s Toronto Poetry Slam Semi Finals, the room was so quiet you could hear a sweat droplet run down someone’s neck. At other moments, sudden waves of laughter forced a poet to pause between lines. Those two contrasting scenarios summed up the memorable semi-finals poetry at the Drake Underground: Round 1 brought us the funny and the quirky, for the most part, while Round 2 delivered body-slams of emotional honesty.

In Round 1, Arianna, White Noise, Amanda and Macer kept things humorous but insightful, giving us a taste of their classic repertoire. It was also beautiful to see Jogi command the stage on his first playoffs appearance, while Ziy held her own with a whollop of a Middle East essay. Gypsy Eyes strayed from the funny theme by letting us into his relationship with his mother. Twelve poets gave us new flavours of spoken word with every piece, and the enthusiastic crowd energized the poets (and this MC) with a hailstorm of boos, applause and “what kinda score is that?”

J.W. Baz from Chicago absolutely slayed it on stage as the poetry feature, delivering his thoughtful poetry with impressive poise. It’s obvious why this cat has been a finalist at national U.S. slams. Props to Baz’s range – one poem remembered dancing to funk 45s with his father, while another poem listed off reasons why he falls for crazy women…or is it vice versa?

Round 2 got serious, as Amanda attacked a cop-pedophile in Sasketchewan with a powerful barrage-slash-unsent letter. Krystle showed us another side of her life by unveiling a new ode to her mother. Ziy reminded us about community’s strength in the face of same-old-same-old, and White Noise gave us the new hook for the night: “Muzak makes me want to murder.” And if you missed Lara’s new poem, I feel sorry for you: beg her to do it once again at her next feature.

After two rounds of nutritious poetry, we got the top 8 moving on to the Finals (in no particular order): Amanda, Krystle, Ziy, Arianna, White Noise Machine, Gypsy Eyes, Jogi, and Truth Is. These 8 will battle it out in another two-round wordfest on April 26, at Hugh’s Room. Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door, 8pm. Featuring C.R. Avery from Vancouver. For advance tickets, call 416 531-6604.

HUGE kudos to Lara, Idriis, Macer and Wade for rippin it like they always do, and also a hearty shout-out to the lovely audience filling up the Underground last night. We do this for you, truly.

See ya at the finals…

A big FYI for all your slam poetry lovers out there…

TORONTO POETRY SLAM’s massive brain-ticklin orgasmic SEMI FINALS
goes down this SATURDAY MARCH 22 @ the Drake Hotel Underground, 1150 Queen St. W.
$5 cover
Doors 7pm. Slam 8pm.
No open mic. Invitational slam only.

The competing poets are: Idriis, White Noise Machine, Lara, Arianna, Gypsy Eyes, Ziy, Amanda Hiebert, Truth Is, Krystle Mullin, Wade, Macer and Jogi.

Feature guest poet: J.W. Baz from Chicago (multiple finalist at National Poetry Slam, overall kickass wordsmith)

If you have any questions, email info@torontopoetryslam.com

And in case you miss March 22, the big Finals Night is April 26 @ Hugh’s Room.

See ya Saturday.

(We have our lineup for the semifinals - scores are here. - Mike)

Maybe I’m biased ’cause I can feel the energy rush at me while I’m on stage hosting, but February’s slam was downright amazing! It was a veritable all-star cast who rocked the mic, whether it was Amanda giving us her emotionally riveting poems or Tomy Bewick reminding us she wasn’t always this way. Big props to the lone slam virgin at the slam, Andrew Nguyen, who pulled the dreaded #1 spot in the first round. Hope to see him hit the stage again.

Saturday night gave the rammed Drake audience a smattering of strong voices, both male and female. Lara kept ears and eyes hypnotized to her every word, and Made Wade invited us into his rap-tastic philosophies. Gypsy Eyes scored high points for not only his flawless renditions of an old classic, but also a couple of new pieces, proving he’s constantly maturing as an artist.

The final round saw Lara, Krystle and Gypsy battle it out for the cash prize, the sponsor prize of a TenSpot Spa gift certificate and a coveted spot in the semi’s. The final round was extremely tight, in two ways: tight as in impressive poetic talent, and tight as in the final scores were only separated by .3 differential. Damn! And when the dust settled, Krystle took top spot and looked as happy as a Silverberg in an egg nog store.

Massive kudos to the guest feature of the night, Q from Charlotte, North Carolina. This slam vet dropped some freestyle rhythms on our heads, while also delighting the musically inclined with some soulful singing interludes. His energetic presence delighted the audience so much Q practically sold out all his merch!

So now that the regular Slam season is over, we invite you to the playoffs going down in March and April. The semi-finals (invitational only) will be rockin the Drake on March 22, where 12 poets will perform for two rounds straight-up. And don’t miss the wild funktastic Finals on April 26 at Hugh’s Room.

And as always, please remember: the points are not the point. The poetry is the point!

The final slam of the regular season will be rockin the Drake Hotel Underground stage this Sat. Feb. 16, and we invite you to check out the intense poetic beast that has become Toronto Poetry Slam. It all goes down at 1150 Queen St. W. (downstairs), signup 7:30pm, slam at 8pm. The cover is $5.

We’re very excited to be featuring our first North Carolinan, Q from Charlotte. He’s got a dynamic stage presence and will give us a taste of some southern comfort during his 20-minute set.

Also, there’s be lots of cool stuff going down at the Slam on Saturday: a 50/50 draw so you can wish some cash; a celeb judge or two; random haikus from yours truly; a merch table with tons o’ CDs and chapbooks to take home; and a killer after-party somewhere on Queen St. (you’re just gonna hafta to come to find out where!).

Thanks for supporting spoken word in the city, and see you on Saturday.

(Scores are here. - Mike)

Later this month, CBC is debuting a new reality series called The Week the Women Went (guys taking care of kids and cooking? Oh the hilarity!). Toronto Poetry Slam could have produced a knock-off at January’s show called The Night the Women Dominated. Undoubtedly, the female slammers on Saturday night were strong and on point, powering through the second round and making the final round an all-estrogen affair.

Because January was the Story Slam, the audience of 180 people lapped up tales by Electric Jon (on casino hijinx), Tomy Bewick (on sneaky sales tactics), Ariel (on unexpected violence), and Krystle (on ten-cow wives). By the third round, Lara, Truth, Amanda and Arianna (a tie for third) gave us a medley of powerful poems, ranging from Amanda’s Melvin piece to Truth’s pen tale; but when the dust settled, Arianna took top spot, winning $80, two tickets to RAIN and a bye into March’s semi-finals.

Much love n’ respect to our guest features that night, San Jose’s Mike McGee and Chicago’s Robbie Q. Last year, they came to town at the same time but the audience didn’t get any repeats. These slam champs brought the heavy with beautiful emotional pieces while also spicing up the sets with more light-hearted poems. What was even more inspiring was hanging with Mike and Robbie after the gig at Shanghai Cowgirl, where we bought Mike drinks for his bday and talked about how frickin kick-ass an international poetry tour must be.

So that means there’s only one more slam in the Season in order for poets to qualify. February should be a nutty month of energy and intensity, so make sure you hit up the Drake on Feb. 16 to witness poetry in motion. Until then!