Sarah Kay is an American slam poet. Here's one of her slam performances:

To Sarah Kay


I hear you perform what you call a poem.

It’s like a swig of moonshine—watered down,

half-fermented, but heady enough to make

the world swing in unforeseen directions.

When drunk with plenteous gulps of hooch,

you blow your words with a trumpet made of brass.

The latter-day Pied Piper, you take us

to ridges of senseless, rhythmless, rhymeless verse.

As if in a trance, we follow you, your voice;

a herald mediocre, your uninspired,

unmelodious scribbles cry in anguish.

Despairing prose, your feeble Howling makes

my cat purr in fright. Oh, meter! Oh, me!

Spare me your wailing of iPhone poetry!



Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-05-22 at 13:03

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for introducing me to Sarah Kay. How refreshing to hear a new (to me), voice with new ideas spoken with sincerity. I admire her for her thoughts, her method, and her delivery. I am richer for having heard her words. You may "Howl" all you want, but Ginsberg would have been with her all the way, standing in the front row cheering her on, just as I stood in front of him fifty years ago, eyes wide open, listening to something new.

Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice sonnet, Bibek! I love its couplet, though. Its humor inspired my laughter. Well done (again)!


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Having just listened to (part of) one of her works, I have to agree with your far more lyrical description of them.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
All at Coo & Co actually had a lot of trouble following Sarah Kay, Bibek. Hoo, hoo, hoo! :>o (Coo is laughing)

We exist rather far from the world of SK, so we're not her target audience, let's say. We'd much rather read your poetry. This is well written; we appreciate the form, the language, and the frightened cat :>)

Oh, yes, I've encountered poetry that makes my cat purr in fright, and my cat is ceramic! Excellent job on this blank sonnet. I cherish "moonshine" and "hooch," the glancing allusion to Ginsberg, and the appearance of the iPhone.