This morning I found this amazing video by Mark Grist and his preference on girls:
After seeing (and swooning at) this video, I started doing some research about the poet and, holy heck, I love this guy.
Mark Grist is a former English teacher who quit to become a performance poet, but his passion still lies within the classroom. Since leaving his teaching position, he has started to do workshops at schools to get kids interested in poetry again through the use of rap.
And that’s not all.
Besides loving girls that read, he also writes poems about free speech. Seriously, aren’t he and I made for each other?
Besides creating this awesome videos of his poetry, he does just actually write good poetry. His videos and poems can be found on his website, Markgrist.Com. Here’s his poem Mr. Darcy Piñata as proof of his written poetic abilities:
The reception was without incident
Until, bobbing through the doorway
Came a piñata the shape of Mr. Darcy.
He drifted across to the canapés
Where, dipping occasionally, he melted
The hearts of several young women
Who thought ‘that is not just a Mr. Darcy piñata.’
For me he will be different; he will change.
And so they left their clotted boyfriends
For this rugged, frowning effigy.
Laughed coyly over cocktails, suggesting
Weekend breaks, theatre trips and lingerie.
The piñata gave nothing back in dashing fashion.
His narcissism unable to compete with the fact
That he was only a piñata after all.
Unwilling to accept the state of things,
The girls began to scratch at his casing, stealing strips
Of him. Desperate to create a wound that would
Tie the piñata to them after they had gone.
Force him to phone them at 3am for no reason
Other than to recover something of himself.
This was never going to happen. In the end
The piñata sank under their blows.
Shiny wrapped sweets skittered across the floor
Etched deep with words like ‘bastard’ and ‘user’.
The young women snatched these; went back to their tables
Sucking them for years till their sweetness grew bitter.
Since I started this post in the form of a letter, I’ll follow through.
With a great love for the work you do and the words you produce,
P.S. Call Me Sometime!