MrBluz - The Smell of Poetry

One thing I like about being southern is the kinship I have with everyone else who is southern.  Take for instance, the smell of grits, full of butter, on your grandmother's table.  Being southern, the smell of hot grits is the smell of love. Tonight a poet called Bluz reminded me of that smell, as he slammed his poem, appropriately called "Smell," in the Student Center at Dalton State College. For three minutes, Bluz gave us the smell of museums, tax refund checks, Sunday family dinners, old ladies in church, and many others.

Bluz told us he records, in his book, the reactions he gets to his poems.  The ones which are especially well received are notated with a double rainbow.  Tonight, they were all double rainbows.   From paying homage to Harriet Tubman and those who ran to freedom, to celebrating a two year old's loyalty to her sister, Bluz was both engagingly funny and poignant to tears.  My breath still catches thinking of his poetic story of a woman finding cancer and wishing she could "wear bravery" like she might a dress.  And American Pie - I won't tell you that story, you need to hear it for yourself. 

Check out this artist called Bluz.  You'll like the smell of his words. 

You can find Bluz at  http://poetrybluz.com/

http://www.youtube.com/user/poetrybluz

http://twitter.com/#!/MrBluz