Featured Text for April 2003
When I Was a Shorty
by Tucker Duncan
Collection of Short Pieces
One Act, 60-65 minutes
Scenes and monologues/various casts
Performances $20.00 per, scripts $7.95 each
Tucker Duncan is still in his teens, but his extensive travels and collected life experience give his work an authority you wouldn’t expect in one so young.
He is primarily a poet, but Tucker’s poetry is intended for active live performance rather than passive silent reading. His style blends the Hip Hop cadence of House Music with the movement and rhythm of Stomp. His work is truly difficult to describe but impossible not to enjoywhich has made him a favorite No Shame writer/performer.
Tucker is an arts entrepreneur who has hosted poetry slams in coffee houses and other venues, as well as being the primary force behind the newly-established Live Arts Poetry Lounge. By providing opportunities for both established and emerging poets to come together, write with each other, and by finding alternative venues for readings he is creating a community of artists while simultaneously opening their work up to a brand new audience.
Poetry will never be the same again.
Contains adult language and themes. #14-003a
Sample text:
The Belly Poem
I need some food
In my belly,
Get rid this hunger.
I need some food
In my belly,
Get rid this hunger.
Nutrients,
Vitamins,
Minerals,
Carbohydrates,
Sodium,
Fatty acids,
Calcium,
Iron
Fiber
Protein
Vitamin A,
B
C
D
E
You know,
All that
Good shit.
I need some food
In my belly,
Get rid this hunger.
Cause I got one, one rumblin’ hellacous brew of
Bourbon blues news flashing recordings causing skin to bulge with no warmth of freshly cut new wholesome existence,
I would swallow down my esophagus
Getting rid if this,
Food.
Which is absent from my belly,
I would feel very much obliged
Mr. Food God or whoever’s out there to satisfy
my cravings of temptation for a
Scone
Perhaps a
Chocolate covered donut hole
Egg fettuccini
Linguine
Pineapple pizza
Apples
Oranges
Bagels
Roast beef
Ramen?
Come on you can’t deny me that.
It’s ten for a dollar three blocks of a holler.
Down the rocky brick stones of my father.
Cause I’m hungry fuck it I’m starving'
Call me Marvin, starvin’ Marvin
Who needs some food in his belly!
Satisfy this here,
Hunger.
Hunger that stains my belly dry while it quivers and quiffs lonely dark day marring switchbacks
Crying sweat bubbling food quenching wannabes
Sayin’ Marvin,
I need some goddamn food
In my belly.
Satisfy this hunger!
Satisfy this hunger!
Satisfy this hunger!
Satisfy this hunger.
"The Belly Poem" debuted February 8, 2002, at
No Shame Charlottesville.
Also see: Just Say "No", by Aaron Carico for C-ville Weekly, March 25-31, 2003
on Tucker's "Drop Words, Not Bombs" Poetry Lounge #4 special event
and LAB Rat, by Paul Henderson for C-ville Weekly, February 18-24, 2003.
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