This weekend I got into slam poetry and ran into some Taylor Mali's work and works of some other people. I think slam poetry is the new thing that I dig now even though it has been around for decades. Today I am going to post two slam poems and one very geeky Taylor Mali clip on the "impotence of proofreading." Master and I continuously express our frustration at the lack of people's ability to articulate themselves especially when they laugh away this inability as if it is a congressional medal of honor to wear. But if one doesn't care about how one expresses themselves, then what does that imply about one's very message itself? Anyway, here are three clips to honor both my Master's and my inner geek. I am one lucky girl to have found a man who matches me so well.
This clip is an iconic clip of Taylor Mali's slam poetry and it is so inspirational that by the end of it, I was standing up and cheering for teachers everywhere.
This next clip inspired the title of the blog. It made me chuckle and my neurons felt adequately tingled. Tingling neurons make me a cerebral slut.
And this last clip just makes me beam with pride. While I am somewhat disillusioned at what our schools are doing in the name of teaching the next generation, this sixteen-year old makes me proud, gives me goosebumps, and makes me smile ear-to-ear. I have hope that our next generation is not as dumbed-down as I had imagined.
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