Dear reader. I think so much. It gets uncomfortable in my head with all those thoughts taking up so much space. I put my thoughts in poems so my brain doesn’t get squished by the weight of childhood memories consisting of me holding a stick in various locations and reruns of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Poems are like little glass jars filled with pickled organs. And the organs are so pickled, they’re almost translucent. As Bryce Shivers and Lisa Eversman of Portlandia fame once said, “We can pickle that.” That’s just beautiful. I made a custom embroidered pillow on the internet which says “We can pickle that.” I didn’t buy it though. One day, the whole world will be pickled. You can just dump stuff in a poem and then forget all about it. And then get famous while people theorize about your sexuality.
We caught up with Henry this weekend to have him tell us a little about one of his oldest passions: slam poetry. Although Henry doesn’t perform slam here at Kenyon as much as he used to, you can still see him onstage at Kenyon, acting in various KCDC productions. Here’s what he had to tell us about his poetry:
So, Henry Nash, how did you get started doing slam poetry?
I wrote a lot of poems when I was a freshman in high school for an English class I was in, and the teacher was also the sponsor of the slam team at our school, and she was like “Hey, you should think about coming out to these meetings and see if you like it”. So I went out, and there were these sort of open-mics that happened every two weeks, and I just sort of fell in love with the thing. It was very cool.
Who’s your biggest inspiration when you slam?
When I slam? Uh, probably…. (long, thoughtful pause)