I’m Tiffany Kang – a second-generation Asian-American college student from suburban America. In more problematic terms, I’m just another kid who learned to drive a car before learning to navigate the public transportation system, and who experienced a cultural identity crisis early on when she realized her lunch wasn’t packed in a brown paper bag, but in a bento box reeking of last night’s bok choy. She likes to think she has come a long way, having since learned the basics of SEPTA and twice made use of a rice cooker in her college dorm room.
Since moving to Philadelphia last autumn to pursue a double major in English and Urban Studies at the University of Pennsylvania, I have explored the literary environment around me – particularly spoken word poetry and creative writing – in ways that pre-college, suburban existence never quite facilitated. As a member of UPenn’s spoken word collective, The Excelano Project, I have had the opportunity to perform at various college venues, having slammed at the 2011 College Union Poetry Slam Invitational and collaborated with collectives at other Philadelphia universities. However, the “college bubble” applies equally to lifestyles as it does to poetry communities. Therefore, beginning in January, I will tumble headfirst into the city-wide poetry scene by traversing every/any open mic and slam for which I can humbly afford admission – an arena I have not yet taken the time or effort to encounter.
I often struggle to negotiate my identity as a poet, let alone a Philadelphian poet; thus, the upcoming months will serve as quite the learning experience. I hope to gain insight into different strains of poetry discourse at the community level, seeking to understand not only the content, styles, and slams unique to Philadelphia; but more importantly, the poets and the livelihood at the heart of their poetry. A couple questions I want to consider: To what extent does the Philadelphia poetry scene regard itself as a literary community, as opposed to a purely social one? How integrated and aware are Philadelphia poets of the regional or national poetry scene? What recurring themes emerge in Philadelphian poetry and are these themes expressions of personal, city-wide, or universal discourse? How – as a sheltered, barely 20 year-old Asian female – will exposure to the Philadelphia poetry scene influence my perception and practice of poetry as art, social utility, or medium of identity formation?
Perhaps, come May, I will emerge with multiple answers to all these questions, or perhaps I will have found these questions altogether irrelevant. Regardless, I anticipate a mind-boggling journey through both the familiar and unfamiliar, with the fair share of finger-snapping, howling, growling, laughing, and bawling that accompanies any spoken word experience. Join me in my pilgrimage throughout the city. After all, whether it be (as in my case) from college kid to poetry nomad, or (perhaps in one of yours) from investment banker to undercover stripper, we all dig the thrill of an alter-ego indulgence. Let’s not force our ridiculous dreams to wait around any longer for the courage we already have.
Hello all, I am a writer of horror/ suspence/ science fiction/ Hood stories. To sum it all up, I write about where my imagination leads me. I live in South West Philladelphia (The Ghetto) but at Im greatful to have a roof over my head, some people dont even have that. Any who, my very 1st Novel I just self published it and I have been getting good feed back from it (Thank GOD!!!) The name of it is called “Philadelphia Oddities: The Shaft” and its volume one in a series of seven that revolves around a very beautiful “Local news reporter” who has a complex about just how beautiful she realy is and her camara man Ken with the “quetionable” backround. In volume one, it starts off in 1986 when the crack epadimic was at its most distructive for the housing project once known as “East Falls”. It has been demolished and is now know as the fair hill section of Philly. In 1986 she tells a teacher about the mental,sexual,and physical abuse her father and two uncles are putting her through. The father finds out, eats her up bad and subsequencly pushes her down the empty broken elevator shaft and she dies. Yet because of the love she hade for her mastermind of abuse, her soul cant cross over. For 30 years as her fathers life took a turn in the most opposite direction (He becomes a very famous Television Evangelist), he’s a fales profit,he sell’s Holy water on late night T.V., hehas a $27.27 a minute “prayer line”, many books. A total fraud with millions of idolizers. Something comes up and he is forced to go back to Philadelphia, a place he has not been back to in over 25 years. We all know the dead little girl gets her revenge, but that’s not what she realy wanted, what she wanted she would not get from her father/rapest/minister. She would recive something far greater, “Philadelphia Oddities: The Shaft”, is good, completely twisted, yet there is a moral to the madness. It is on Amazon.com (kindle also) or www,createspace.com/3738970 or at the book stand on 52nd and Market Street right next to the SEPTA terminal or on West chester pike at “Julies” Hollmark gifts, candy, and card shop right across the street from the 69th street terminal in Upper Darby……PLease it very intersting and slightly crazy but good. Please lets support each other, thanks W. Savage.