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City: LOS ANGELES
State: California
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Saturday, October 10, 2009 
Hey all,

I wanted to pass this on to you and let you know that 4 slots are still
available so anyone interested please feel free to email
Shihan dapoetrylounge@aol.com for more info. 

During the first week of November 2009, Los Angeles, and specifically
the Greenway Court Theatre, becomes the epicenter of the national
spoken word universe when it plays host to inkSlam: The Los Angeles
Poetry Festival ‘09.

Spanning four days this Fall, November 4th – 7th This year’s festival
features 11 developmental workshops ranging from coaching stage
presence for emerging poets to the therapeutic use of spoken word in
the community and the classroom. inkSlam also brings you Poet’s
Choice, five featured performance slots where top poets from different
backgrounds share their work with a focus on social consciousness. The
$5000 inkSlam Invitational Poetry Slam features 16 of the nation’s elite
poetry slam teams, bringing their best work and battling it out;
culminating in a Final Slam on Saturday, November 7 to be held in the
1,500 seat Fairfax Auditorium.  They will be competing for $5000 in cash prizes. 
$3500 for 1st place and $1500 for 2nd.  3rd and 4th place get a trophy and
handshakes.  This is a pick your hottest team competition.   
May the best team win.

In total the festival audience will top 3500 and showcase over 100 poets.

Teams attending include:
NYC
Austin
Charlotte
Atlanta
New Orleans
San Diego
Hollywood
Bay All Stars
Las Vegas
and
Philadelphia
Saturday, September 26, 2009 
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009 
Just to give y'all the heads up...I'm going to be running a 3 week workshop beginning July called "From the page to the stage to the other side" which will deal with writing, performance and the pursuit of spoken word as a business.  If you're interested hit me up at shihan@shihansback.com or www.facebook.com/shihanvanclief or stop by Da' Poetry Lounge www.dapoetrylounge.com any Tuesday night before July and I'll give you all the info.  If you don't know Da' Poetry Lounge is located at 544 N. Fairfax Ave one block south of Melrose inside the Greenway Court Theater.  Free Parking and Admission is free except for the 1st and 3rd tuesday of the month. Doors open at 845pm show starts at 9pm.  Be safe

Shihan  
Monday, January 05, 2009 
Monday, January 05, 2009 
That's about it.  I pretty much have cut back on my touring due to the fact I have a family and am in the process of figuring out how to make just as much money from home.  More on that soon.  2009 is the year of Balance and I'm in definite need of balance.  I'll most likely have 20-25 shows through May of '09 and another 15-20 in the Fall(about 1/2 of my '08 output.)  Hope you can make it out because there' are going to be less and less opportunities to see me live.  See you on the road.  Be safe and don't forget my weekly video vlogs are going to be on my Youtube channel under shihan33 including the long delayed 'You're on Youtube' bits. 

Shihan

Free write

There is no better way to explain my family than like anyone else's

Except my father who raised me on crying is for girls and never let anyone beat you

And a mother who found enlisting in the Marines made life easier to adjust to than a 5 year old with chicken pox

A older sister I've seen 4 times and haven't spoken to since I ran into her on 42nd street in line for Godzilla 1985

and another sister raised in Puerto Rico to the echoes of "why couldn't your hair be like your mother's?" and "En Vogue they're pretty for some black girls"

I remained an only child

in a house of cards

I waited to be crushed by

or paper cut to a slow death with

The fear of living in a house of cards is knowing

The right gust of wind can paper cut you to death

When I was a kid I wanted to be Snake Eyes from G.I. Joe

Black and cool as fuck

until I learned about my uncle Pete who died in Vietnam after the ammunition truck he was riding in exploded my grandmother emotions all over her house

When I was 6, I promised her I'd never join the military

She says "this country hasn't done anything for black men worth giving their lives for."

I agree

Then, the Marines took my mother

Could you blame me for not trusting this country?

which confiscated a piece of my life without any of my help

how does a 6 year old rationalize his mother leaving him at home to travel the world

I thought it was cool at first

My mom was going to be like Jinx or Lady Jane or Scarlett in G.I. Joe

only she was Puerto Rican and didn't cook and couldn't be seen every day on TV  

Then I grew up and relationships change

My father

I wanted to tell him I miss him and love him more than anything in the world

But I'm scared I will have nothing else left to say

A fear felt since the day I left for a city with no seasons

A sign of a time frozen but skipped over hoping there are ways of just accepting things for how they are

Hardened by the routine of hardships growing up

Sometimes the connection between a father and son is lost

When the words that used to bond become just words used to bond

He says he's sorry for everything and I can hear it in his voice

A shame acknowledged by the lack of eye contact

I could cry if I knew I'd feel better afterwards

Like the day I saw my father cry for the 1st time

All Superheroes have weaknesses carefully camouflaged as idiosyncrasies

The only superhero I knew who made due with no job and a love for the only child he raised

Who strengths would soon succumb to the after effects of Vietnam's residue  

I realized how hurt we've been by our inability to vocalize feelings not dealt with

Like surprises no one wants

I tell my kids the same thing my dad told me

Never forget how much Daddy loves you okay?

You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?

Almost trying to convince myself that they understand

The guilt of away for too long a period of time makes it's presence felt in uncomfortable sleep habits, lack of eye contact and the gray hairs beginning to decorate the sides of my head

I want them to have the relationship with my parents I had with my grandmother

The only woman I truly had no fear of until I met my wife

She helped raise me with every spare emotion she could offer

She was my best friend I wish my daughter to grow up to be just like

I guess she was the mother I needed with my mother not there

See my mother was a DJ

Cut in and out of my life a celebrity of sorts seen on special occasion

The hottest ticket in town I never had tickets to go see 

Unknowingly transposed my growth

I want hug her like I mean it

But I'm scared and have found comfort in its' emptiness

Glad for the party she got started

but left feeling punch drunk by my fear of abandonment

Sometimes I start fights with my wife for no reason

For the intimacy found in the afterwards

Confused but still comfortable

always willing to apologize

A life filled with too many hallow apologies

How selfish I've been

One day she will tell me about how I used to be

And I'll act like I didn't know I was like that

Like baby stories your parents tell friends

I'll then apologize to her for everything I've done

And she'll be able to tell by the look in my eyes

I was never taught about the feelings of others

Or how delicate they are

Or how easily a heart can be broken with the right words

I wish I could reach inside her mind and have my questions answered

Back to my mother

She thinks my scars have been healed by the little addressing they've been given  

I never realized how much emotion has been pushed to the side until I tried to explain it

Like a stack of poems never finished

Or the closing of a chapter not read

My feelings are all cliché

I have no original reactions left

Holding tear spotted napkins

dotting my eyes and crossing my tears making sure I get each emotion right

My grandmother

recently called to tell me next time I come over we need to talk

And it finally hits me at 86 years old she's been around forever

But she's not going to live forever                                                                                 

She wants to let me know what's going to happen once she passes

I don't want to think about the future 

But I anticipate it's destruction

In all my years on this planet 

I never witnessed someone in a box

lowered into the ground

and dedicated to the sky

So when I die I want to be cremated

Burn all my imperfections and sprinkle what's left over

Over someplace I've never been to

In hopes of inspiring someone I'll never know anything about


Saturday, December 13, 2008 
This upcoming tour is going to be my last with this many shows.  So hopefully you can make it out to at least one.  I'm definitely needing a break from the road.  After being on the road for 100 days in 2008 it's time to slow down and get back to my family and spend as much time as I can with them.  Don't get me wrong I probably will miss the traveling and meeting new people and the $$$ but, I think being with my family would be better in the end.  So expect roughly 25-30 shows in the spring and another 20-25 in the fall.  Over the summer, with the exception of a couple of overseas trips I plan to go back to school and finish off the 12 or so units I need to get my damn degree so I can go into teaching which is the goal by 2010(damn, did I really read 2010 right?)  But, ever since I was in Junior High I've wanted to teach and going back to school to finish off what's left so I at least have my degree and the opportunity to teach would be a dream come true.  A year end long ass 5 part blog will be being uploaded over the next weeks wrapping up what has been an incredible year of growth and realization.  I head back to the studio this coming week to finish the 4 years in the making "The Balance" CD.  My weekly podcasts will also return as I'm home and not stressed from being on the road.  So expect a slew of shit from me over the next few weeks heading in to the close of a pretty dope year.  Thank you to all those who came out and supported my 80+ show this year.  I hope you were inspired I know I was, am and will continue to be.  And for all my L.A. folks the last DPL of 2008 will be December 23, 2008 and the 1st 100 people in line will receive a free copy of my "The Poet" CD  Be safe and we'll see each other soon...promise.

Shihan
Tuesday, December 09, 2008 

coming soon. That's all I wanted to say and there's no easier way to say it then to post it in a blog. Be safe.

Shihan


Saturday, October 25, 2008 

May I have my change please?  A simple question with a confusing response.

Last night, I went inside of a gas station and bought a Nantucket Nectar Half and Half and a Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  I also wanted a chapstick because my lips were not doing too well but, the gas station was out.  I paid for my drink and snack (which totaled $2.76) with a $10 bill.  I watched as the cashier withdrew my change from the drawer, he proceeded to give me the actually coins back with one hand while he crumpled up the bills with the other hand.  He then said "Have a good night."  I did the obligatory "ha, ha" and extended my hand expecting him to give me the rest of my money.  He then looks at me with a confused expression of "What?" on his face.  I then notice he's trying to play games with me.  I say "Can you give me my change?" obviously not amused by his weak attempt at a joke.  Me and money don't have one of those playful relationships we don't spend enough time together to really get a chance to be that comfortable yet.  Anyway, he in another attempt to be funny(I guess) he kind of throws my $5 bill on the counter while still holding onto the other $2 in his hand.  I'm clearly not amused and my second response to his "joke" was "Give me my fucking money now.  I don't have time to play.  I have to go to work."  He again says "I don't know what you're talking about."  I proceed to grab him by his shirt and tell him "If you don't give me change right now, I'm going to hop over this counter and kick you in your unprepared stomach."   He very quickly puts my money on the counter and says "Don't work too hard."  I walk out.  I don't know what the hell he was thinking.  But, I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. 

Damn, it feels good to have time to write a journal entry.  It's been a minute since I've have a decent amount of time to write.  Over the past few weeks my schedule has been so messed up I haven't had time to write or do my podcast(and I even bought a microphone and interface so I could record them on the road).  But tomorrow, I have a 4 hour window to do a new podcast with.  The new podcast is called 'Hotel Sessions' because they'll be recorded in the various hotel rooms I'm spending an obscene amount of time in.  Everyday I've had to wake up super early only to go to sleep really late only to wake up really early again.  I need a good 2 days of catch up sleep.

By the way, I'm writing a new poem that originally started as a free write about an alien who comes down to earth with a bible in hand looking for the birthplace of Jesus.  It'll being written in three parts.  We'll see how it comes out.   I'm also learning how to create an e-book so I can release it online with selected poems from the past few years, some of my favorite journal entries, a few pictures and some other random things.  To be released around Christmas for free download.  I've been asked so many times about my poems and if they're online somewhere I figured I owe it to myself and everyone who has supported me throughout my travels.  Someone once said to me "Thank God for spoken word, cause n****s don't read."  And at first I giggled but after the giggle came the realization.

I'm reading two new books.  Bells Hooks' 'Killing Rage' and Joe Hill's '20th Century Ghosts.'  Some of you might be reading Bell Hook's name and thinking "don't you know she spells it with lower case letters?" and my answer is yes, but word from the grapevine is she's changed her view on that and is now spelling her name with capitals.   Look it up.  And Joe Hill is Stephen King's son and the 1st book I bought from him "Heart Shaped Box" I really enjoyed so I thought I'd give him another shot.  Both are good reads so far.

I have to board my plane so I'll catch you later.  Be safe.

Shihan

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 

writing this down thinking I shoudl probably take my ass to sleep.  I have a 75 minute drive in the morning and it would be a good idea for me to have breakfast for the 1st time in a long time.  There's a Waffle House right across the parking lot from me and breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I normally don't eat until midday and my system needs consistency. 

I just finished my show and had an incredible dinner at Cracker Barrel.  I'm also recording my 1st hotel room podcast.  i bought a mic and prgoram so I could record on the road instead of waiting til I'm in town.  Plus, it gives me the freedom to not just do poetry but whatever else I feel like. 

What have you thought of the 1st few podcasts?  Should I keep doing them?

New Poems will be posted starting next week as well.

I don't have much to say except I hope the approval for our mortgage comes tomorrow.  I'm tired of renting and I'd like my family to have th eopportunity to be raised in a house.  But, I'm worried this wall street crap going on is going to throw a wrench in our plans. 

I personally think there should be no bailout/buy in/whatever they want to call  it.  Let capitalism take it's course.

I'm looking forward to the VP debate on Thursday.  I'm for sure going to write a blog after watching that.

Eagle Eye was wack.  Ghost Town was funny.  Righteous Kill was whatever.  And Lakeview Terrace was a little better than whatever.  Where are all the good movies going?

The recap for the shows after September 12th to now will be posted soon.

Do you like the videos I've been posting on Youtube?

I'm bored and have nothing really to write I'll catch you later.

Be safe.

Shihan

Wednesday, October 01, 2008 

Music Is The New Cotton

http://rapidshare.com/files/149480665/Music_Is_The_New_Cotton.rar.html

 

Hope you enjoy.

 

Shihan