anger poem.

A poem of anger by Laurence Tenenbaum. I must learn to control my anger, Control my anguish, Control my angst. Ranting and raving and complaining. Can all be counterproductive, I really should learn to be complacent

July Poetry: it’s like a rant in verse

Laurence offers us some more poetry because he doesn’t have a rant this week…or does he? You be the judge:

Perhaps this is coming a bit too soon,
Since I wrote all that poetry back in June
But I couldn’t quite
Come up with tonight’s
Topic on which to rant and write…

More June Poetry Before the Big Show: Whitewashed Fences, Mr Seek and Dr Hide and Electric Mayhem

The Montreal International Infringement Spoken Word Show is tomorrow! I’m hosting this year’s event at the infringement festival! Come and see it, as it is a show not to be missed! the show starts at 8:00 sharp, at the Concordia co-op bookstore. Now, to whet your appetite, here’s some poetry

More June Poetry: Blue Bonnets, Nothing Personal and Depression

This is the second in a series of poetry posts by FTB ranter Laurence Tenenbaum in anticipation of his spoken-word performance at the Montreal Infringement Festival next Tuesday, June 21st at the Concordia co-op bookstore. This week, three more offerings: Blue Bonnets, Nothing Personal and Depression. Will you get to hear them live, too? Well, there’s only one way to find out..

June is Here! Time for poetry: … And they’re off!, The Better Mousetrap and Things we lost in the fire.

June is here! Which means that the 8th annual Montreal international infringement festival is coming up fast. Last year I displayed paintings, which I will be doing again, at Xpression Gallery. I am also hosting the spoken word show at the Concordia co-op bookstore on June 21st. During the month of June, I will be posting poetry for the month, some of which I may perform in the festival…

Remember the Box?

This week instead of a rant, Laurence offers us a poem…

Once upon a time there was an empty box.

Over time, the box became fuller and fuller, mostly with people’s mindsets.

People were either thinking inside of the box, or deliberately thinking outside the box.

The main trouble with either of those things was that it tended to polarize people’s thinking.

If I was a song, it would be me

If I was a song, it would be me

There are no letters. There are no emotions. There is no love.

Black is considered the darkest colour of all, my heart has become dark, dark like coal.
I’m not calling you a liar. I’m not calling you a thief. I’m not calling you a ghost.
But your ghost is haunting me, your stealing is killing me and these lies are releasing me.

Many of the moments shared are sweet memories.
Many of the beds shared are not spoken of.
Many of the words I should have uttered are eating me.

Laurence Reads IV

Once again, Laurence takes off his ranting hat and puts on his spoken-word troubadour one to (virtually) perform us four pieces of his poetry: Hey, Mr. Conductor, CLICKETY CLACK (The Prison Train), Candy, Turn My Knob and Support Our Festival…enjoy!

Sleep it off

Why do we get tired? Why can’t we go on indefinitely, like machines? Why? Why? Why? Annoying questions from an 8 year old with seemingly boundless energy compared to those of us over 30. I wish I could live like I was still 21. Not that I want to relive that nightmare of a year, I just wish I still had the same level of stamina I had back then, preferably without needing to change any habits.

Laurence Reads part 3

Once again, the best cure for complaining is poetry, so here’s four more original pieces to help you get through this Monday. The Electric Pickle: It started out, In a science class, Once upon a time, Used to explain, Sodium lamps, With its brine

Laurence Reads or The Poetry of Not Complaining

Here’s some poetry to fill the coloumn space and there might be more of it coming. I need to focus on the real craft of poetry/spoken word and only rant more occasionally. These are all relatively recent and so far unreleased.