Pub In The Park

Washington, DC needs its poets, its poets of the streets, in order to speak to things right now, because this is the time to start listening again to the poets of the streets. There will have to be a Pablo Neruda for our generation, coming forward with visionary words that might wake up the revolutionary souls in all of us, not just because it’s time for a shift, but because we have waited long enough.

There may be claims that the ages of poetry from the past, the great moments when the spoken word could rile up the masses, will live in the past. It might be true that we live in a machine age, with different machines that are capable of making the value of the spoken word too soft to be heard.

Any visit to this great city, Washington, hotel suites are revealed to be some of the most interesting vantage points from which to observe these shifts in cultural logic, where it appears that the art of oration is making a return.

It may be true that the machine age we are in will make this art form into something else, but it can’t erase the power of the word. The spoken word has a logic and power of its own, and every age of great philosophical shifts was also characterized by critics of the written word, and lamentations that poetry was dying. It is not dying, but we are certainly waiting for the words to be heard by numbers that are capable of making sense of sound.

This means that we will need to develop our sense of sensibility once again, to take the radical changes that the internet has brought us into the realm of public response, where we can again engage in the issues of the day through community, connected by physical as much as virtual space.

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