in desire line
Britta B.
in
the room a roomy brew blew
breath
big breath,
magnetic breath, fixed
route twine zuh
in tuh enter
room, roots re-routing
intertwined
unravelling
with hiss his
whose?
who is storied?
stored,
who houses
whose hiss
story?
dis
ark uhk
ack now edges
bridges, brackets,
embraces
green dot
a n d i m a g i n e
i merge in
airy loops
arcs, archives
hives count
co unite
night, knit
units
of minutes
dis cursive im media see
in tuh in time intimate
as
kru-shuh
crucial kru-shawl crushing
it tee bitty
nodal it tee
noted
knotted
know edge
crah-sh knee
needless
noiseless natal
native
words notional wave
vain, way vine
waving wayward
within
the field
unforeseen
forcing
fusing social nets
may
or may not
muh-ter
mah-ter
muh-teeuh-ree materialize
wring-wring reggae
egz-egz egz-ah
examined dub breath
in the roomy brew
doubled, tripled, four-footed
before your turn
lick your finger before you turn
that page, pay attentive mind-eye
perk that wet ear
we tear, we tare-uh terrorize
we time the distance from now
to the direction of the algorithms’ rhythm
reap, reap
repeat &
reinforce an
uneven pahp-pahp p-power nets this history
this history hid this hidden history
this history troubled this troubled victory
ah reckon a rekard verse
a voyage raced, a racial thirst
bullet points coerced, from chambers to lobbies
a magazine copied
from
knee-scrapes on pavement
tuh-ko tuh-ko tuh-ko-zjuheee
tuh-ko-tuh-ko zjuheee-zjuheee
fow-tuh-ko
photocopy machine inna Regent Park
ark uhk
ack now edges Regentrification Park
who houses whose hiss
hiss-hiss
story
you can see we were just babies
we were just babies
when we were displaced
from apartment complexes
to act like community theatre props & prospects
they called us model citizens, they called us billboard posters
sampled our presence’s presence, called our history living
a living history – who is history?
The battle to unmute the access
& audience
to audio
to un-lack
boxes & boxes
emerge in imagine
airy loops
arcs, archives
archives back
archives lean, archives arrive
without suitcases
without asked
auspicious grasp of master maintenance
art halls between white walls
on the other side of this art, this art
troubles, this troubled art
rabbles crucial kru-shawl know edge
not without politics
this makes you tired, man
just ignore it
well, it can’t be ignored
contralto silk, staccato static, different granularities doing stuff
Lillian doing her stuff
Clifton doing his stuff
Devon doing his stuff
Clive going back
spending hours remembering the sense & in tuh
intimacy of poor quality cassettes
we would not have recorded, resisted
printed
egz-ah existed
if we didn’t have this afro-political mission
but this history hard eh
carve the cues, queues, questions & articles
stippled in Chocolate City News
that what segregated
what that segregation meant on the block:
green dots
separating
blacks from whites like telephone cords
little Toronto, the apartheid city
took three buses to get to my house on Weston Rd.
Clive would signal some kind of respect, some risk —
instead of a down payment on a house,
bought & built home studio equipment first
no one could afford
no one could participate
no one could build
nobody had a studio,
already we had a studio &
somebody who supported our vision our verse
to Vinyl, Voicespondence
we were made visible
we knot know edge
we knot stumble upon some shade
we knot stumble upon some stank-eye
we & some invite
we & some access
we & some supportive conversation
about new generations n’ new gatherings
we & some presence challenging:
what culture, what Canadian?
we & some sleeves rolled up
move across lines
out-lines cultural & racial side-lines
woo wroo ear-th throo through rhyme books & hooks
beyond buh-row-row bureaucracy into friendships
& chinooks
magnetic breath, big breath
a roomy brew
blew
our hardtimes heads’ riddim
our hiss hoarse hustlin’
juh-jruj
drum drum
drum beat
heart beat
pulse beat
drum
there, we are doing stuff
Lillian doing stuff
Clive, Felicity, Britta doing stuff
decades later, more i merge
it tee bitty
nodal it tee
Dub Street
holding historic routes & shining
o u t t o o u r f u t u r e s
Britta B. is a Toronto-based spoken word performer, teaching artist, emcee, and voice actor. Most recently, Britta was recognized as a 2020 Finalist for the Toronto Arts Foundation Emerging Artist Award.
She is an alumna of the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity Spoken Word Residency and a 2018 Toronto Arts Council Leaders Lab Fellow. Her works have featured in print, in sound, and onstage across North America in notable spheres such as the Art Gallery of Ontario, CBC Arts: Poetic License, The Walrus Talks, TEDx, and The Stephen Lewis Foundation.
As an artist-educator, Britta facilitates artist-training seminars, poetry workshops, and social justice programs in partnership with organizations like JAYU (pronounced JAH-YOU), Poetry In Voice, Prologue Performing Arts, and League of Canadian Poets. Britta is currently a Creative Writing MFA candidate at the University of Guelph. Find her on Twitter and Instagram.
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