My name is Jacqui G. I believe art is the most honest form of recording history we have. As artists, it is our responsibility to respond to the world as we see it, live it and breath it. We're poets. We're artists. We shake shit up. It's in our job description. Check the fine print.


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Aug 21, 2013
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Can I tell you about this scene for a second? There were maybe 20 of us in the room. It was a bit before 6AM, I think, and the sky was just starting to lighten and we were all talking amongst ourselves and someone suddenly says, “Hey, I’m sorry but the sun is coming up right now. Can we do some poetry while the sun is coming up?” Of course we all agreed; I mean, we’re poets. So we all quieted down and without a word, someone starts reading a poem. It’s dead silent in this empty ballroom with these huge floor-to-ceiling windows and the Boston skyline in the background. And when she’s finished, there are a few “mmm”s and then someone else just starts another poem—no prompting, to introductions, no disclaimers. Just voila, poem. And it goes on like that for a while. All of us knowing how singular this moment was, how respectful we needed to be of the universe for giving us this moment to share together. Poem after poem after brilliant poem and complete silence with the entire city of Boston in the window and the sky slowly lighting up with sun.These are the moments.

Can I tell you about this scene for a second? There were maybe 20 of us in the room. It was a bit before 6AM, I think, and the sky was just starting to lighten and we were all talking amongst ourselves and someone suddenly says, “Hey, I’m sorry but the sun is coming up right now. Can we do some poetry while the sun is coming up?” Of course we all agreed; I mean, we’re poets. So we all quieted down and without a word, someone starts reading a poem. It’s dead silent in this empty ballroom with these huge floor-to-ceiling windows and the Boston skyline in the background. And when she’s finished, there are a few “mmm”s and then someone else just starts another poem—no prompting, to introductions, no disclaimers. Just voila, poem. And it goes on like that for a while. All of us knowing how singular this moment was, how respectful we needed to be of the universe for giving us this moment to share together. Poem after poem after brilliant poem and complete silence with the entire city of Boston in the window and the sky slowly lighting up with sun.

These are the moments.

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