Jem Rolls is one of the hardest working performance poets out there. Soaked in sweat 5 minutes into a hour long show, he just roars into his monologue/poetry/performance. He gleefully shakes language by the back of the neck and beats on your ears with rhythms, and burns images into the back of your head.
Jem is immediate solidly planted in the here and now. There are no books or cds for sale, no mp3s to download, just you and Jem, his performance and your memory.
Stories, images, poetry, memory.
There is a great review and article on Poets on Fire that I'd have to recommend.
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