Beat stays cool, so the words heat up on their
own
A night of theater that viewers won't soon forget
By Rashod D. Ollison - The Baltimore Sun
Whatever preconceived notions you have about spoken word or performance
poetry, please check them at the door. Russell Simmons Def Poetry Jam, which
plays the Hippodrome Theatre Friday and Saturday , features seven poets
performing urgent, revelatory pieces that delve into politics, sex, religion
and personal histories.
No elaborate, complicated props adorn the stage, and cast members sport
regular street gear. Each poet - a Palestinian, a Nigerian, a
Chinese-American, three African-Americans - offers kaleidoscopic views
unflinchingly, humorously, sometimes movingly.
"There are no loud beats behind these poets," says executive producer Russell
Simmons, who's calling from his office in New York. "You're right there with
the words, and you have to deal with what the poets are saying. All of these
poets grew up with rap, so that influence can't be separated from what they're
doing on stage."
The youthful, hip-hop connection (all of the performers are in their late 20s
and early 30s) is what Simmons banked on when he brought the production to
Manhattan's Longacre Theatre last year. Before taking Def Poetry Jam to
Broadway, the creator of Def Jam Recordings, Def Pictures and the Phat Farm
clothing line had produced the show for HBO, a less-raucous alternative to the
hit HBO series, Def Comedy Jam. It ran 4 seasons, winning a 2003 Peabody
award.
But an upfront, urban presentation like Def Poetry Jam had never stormed
Broadway before. Along with acclaimed director Stan Lathan, Simmons tailored
the show for the theater, cherry-picking "the most enlightening and most
dynamic poets" from the HBO series. The production was "workshopped," or
tweaked, in San Francisco for seven months before heading to the Great White
Way.
When Def Poetry Jam opened on Broadway in November, the response was
immediate. The New York Times called it "the most singular offering in
mainstream New York theater these days." With ticket prices set as low as
$26.25 (the typical cheap Broadway ticket goes for $45), the show attracted
many Latinos and blacks - rare faces in a mostly white theater. Last year, the
production won a Tony for best special theatrical event.
But despite all the critical success, Def Poetry Jam didn't exactly break box
office records. Several factors - war and a sagging economy chief among them -
may have contributed to the less than record-breaking turnout. But Simmons,
45, says that preconceptions about spoken word may have kept some away.
"It's not all about incense and head-wraps and alternative thought," says the
hip-hop entrepreneur. "These poets have a lot of ideas that people can relate
to, young people especially. We've seen the influence of poetry grow. There's
a more commercial influence in it now. You ask high school students if they
write poetry, and 80 percent of them will say, 'Yeah.' They're listening to
rappers like Rakeim and Jay-Z, and they're expressing themselves in their own
words," Simmons says. "The poets in the show are free thinkers, not like the
rest of us who watch TV and become sheep."
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Suheir Hammad , one of the most overtly political poets in Def Poetry Jam, is
exquisitely beautiful, a Palestinian-American woman with a sculptured face and
luminous eyes. She grew up in Sunset Park, a hard-knock section of Brooklyn,
New York.
"It wasn't the easiest neighborhood for immigrants with expectations," says
Hammad, who's calling from her apartment in Jersey City.
The 30-year-old poet was born in a refugee camp in Amman, Jordan. Her parents,
both from Palestine, brought Hammad to New York when she was still an infant.
Her mother was a homemaker, her father a grocer. Throughout her childhood and
adolescence, Hammad escaped her rough environment through books.
"I was a voracious reader," she says. "I started writing when I started
reading."
Her work, which largely centers on women's issues in America and abroad, has
more of a literary quality than the other poems in the production.
I don't know how bad a life has to break in order to kill
I have never been so hungry that I willed hunger
I have never been so angry as to want to control a gun over a pen ...
"I have always been more interested in the work on the page," Hammad says. "If
it comes through on the stage, fine. But I have always been more interested in
my legacy on the page."
Before appearing on the HBO version of Def Poetry Jam, Hammad had limited
stage experience, reciting her poems at universities, small clubs, even
homeless shelters. The writer, who has published her work in several
periodicals and anthologies, certainly has presence. But she doesn't deliver
her lines bombastically or in the convoluted rhetorical style generally
associated with spoken word. She's poised, her clear voice smoothly changing
tones and cadences as she recites her poetry.
"The audience is trained to think that spoken word is passionate and loud,"
Hammad says. "It's a discipline for me not to be loud and dramatic but to be
quiet and reflective in the delivery. It takes just as much energy for me to
do that."
Black Ice is another prominent performer in Def Poetry Jam whose delivery is
smoothly direct and undeniably potent.
"God tells me to make it plain," says Ice (born Lamar Manson), who's calling
from his home in Lansdowne, Pa. "I'm not up there to amaze you with my
vernacular or vocabulary. I'm not your cafe poet. My poems can't be wrapped up
in a lot of artistry; it has to be caught in the gut."
Russell Simmons discovered the 32-year-old North Philadelphia native at New
York's Soul Cafe, where he was a regular performer. Soon afterward, Ice signed
a five-year contract with Def Jam Recordings, becoming the first spoken word
artist on the label. Although no CD has yet to hit the streets, Ice has
amassed a small following through numerous appearances on the HBO show. His
magnetic, authoritative presence on stage pulls you in as he spits his lines.
A son in trouble at 5
Talkin' about, "Daddy, where you been?"
And just then
My mind began sinking back
Thinking back
To those Saturday seldom show up days
Those seems like my father don't wanna bother
Helping me grow up days ....
Ice started his career in spoken word 10 years ago. Before that, he sold drugs
and worked as a barber. "Those were my college years," he says. Ice had been
writing poetry since high school, but back then he used his lyrical skills to
impress the girls. Realizing he could "truly reach people and be a servant"
through performance poetry, he honed his skills at comedy shops and karaoke
bars, purposely avoiding the poetry cafe scene.
"I went where regular people go," Ice says. "I went to places where you had to
come with something real and plain. I write for blue-collar cats. I'm there
for the baby mama, the man working at the gas station, the drones in life. I'm
the voice for them."
Ice's mother fueled his passion for writing. To support her four sons'
artistic ambitions (Ice's youngest brother Cailin is an aspiring opera
singer), she resorted to embezzlement. And in 2000, she went to federal
prison.
"My mom took it upon herself to be Robin Hood," Ice says in his typical
straightforward way. "But I'm not mad at her. I don't condone thievery, but
she felt she had to do what she had to do for her children. That's typical of
a lot of mothers in the ghetto regardless of color. She got out in February.
She's doing well."
When he's not on the road with Def Poetry Jam or performing at high schools
and colleges, Ice, who's almost a year into his second marriage, is a devoted
father of four, ages ranging from 13 years to 10 months.
He says, "Being in the show has been validating on a lot levels, man. It's
giving me a concrete direction for what I'm supposed to do in serving the
people and my family."