Poetry: The Power of Po

Nov 3, 2009 |

The intention is, over time, to record little video clips of my poetry. Often, I get so caught up in how to do it properly, in terms of shooting, that I never get round to anything. This is a poem from my 2005 collection Voices In My Head. The internal debate: do I post the video, the text or the video and the text? I've decided to post the video. March 2018: I've been going through past posts on my blog and finding so many broken links, random ideas, etc. I have always wanted to do poetry videos but more from a conceptual perspective. When I initially posted this many moons ago, I had...

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The Collaboration

Aug 12, 2009 | ,

Recently, I was humbled by a comment on my Imperfect Poetry blog from Thesz Eyz about one of my poems, closed doors. This space served as my 'online poetry diary' where I wrote and posted the results of my almost daily writing sessions. The poems are raw, unedited and often really just residues of potential poems. Haven't maintained it much lately but Thesz Eyz wanted to combine the piece with a graphic. I am hoping she will honour me with a couple more collaborations like this. It is through interaction with others that we continue to be inspired.

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Kojo Baffoe – Staccato Rhythms

Jun 14, 2009 |

Some say poetry is meant to speak for those who cannot speak. It is a tool for revolution. And those who can speak it, have a duty to only reside in that space & that spirit. This is a debate I have had with some of my peers, over the years. I believe the Word must be a reflection of the human experience, in all its glory and folly. There are no boundaries to what it can and cannot speak, however serious or trivial. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JH6gu_Gcpw Every now & then, I actually write what I consider a political piece. This is one. Not necessarily my best performance of it,...

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Kojo Baffoe – Don’t Stop

Jun 12, 2009 |

Is it strange to have a favourite poem, that you wrote? Well, not necessarily wrote but you were there and the pen was in your hand. Who knows where the words come from. Are we merely channelers? Vessels through which greater, higher beings speak? This is my favourite poem. And I was there when it was written, but don't feel like I wrote it. Not necessarily the best performance of it, but it does make me feel good when I speak it. Something to keep me going. A reminder to never stop because this life is a journey. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3tSvoWt9FI What do you think? Let me know.

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