[the Writing of Kuypers]    [JanetKuypers.com]    [Bio]    [Poems]    [Prose]

Watch this YouTube video Live at Disenfranchised Doggerel (camera #1, Chicago, 07/31/09)

Watch this YouTube video Live at Disenfranchised Doggerel (camera #2, Chicago, 07/31/09)

Enjoy the 7/31/09 archive video (from the Internet Archive) of Janet Kuypers’ show “Disenfranchised Doggerel” (camera #1) at Chicago’s Mercury Cafe, w/ this poem (on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetryshow #janetkuypersfeature

Enjoy the 7/31/09 archive video of “Disenfranchised Doggerel”, Janet Kuypers’ show at Chicago’s Mercury Cafe (from camera #1 ), which includes this poem (on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Instagram, & Tumblr). #janetkuyperspoetryshow #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypers #janetkuypersfeature

Watch this Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading this poem 5/18/13 “Knotted Hate” in Nashville TN in the Tag Team feature reading

Watch this Youtube video of the Janet Kuypers & C Ra McGuirt “Tag Team” 1+ hour feature in Nashville 5/18/13 (which includes this poem)

Download this in a free 5/18/13 chapbook the Tag Team Reading, of poems slated for the Janet Kuypers/C Ra McGuirt book “Tag Team Poets”

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her 3 poems Knotted Hate, Floating Away with the Tide and Scenarios 2000 at Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing (with a “darkness” theme) in Wicker Park, Chicago (Cfs)

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her 3 poems Knotted Hate, Floating Away with the Tide and Scenarios 2000 at Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing (with a “darkness” theme) in Wicker Park, Chicago (Cps)

Knotted Hate 06/26/09 I can’t see my dying friend because his relative fat rich bitch calls me selfish because I wouldn’t instantaneously give away what money I don’t have to his employed wife how selfish of me, The one without a job trying to keep myself out of debt okay, girl you can’t tell her how wrong she is and you can’t tell her how she is truly the self-centered one so knot up the hate add it to that tight little ball that’s been growing inside you all these years you remember what it’s like: you didn’t want to know the names of the people who hit your car when you were stopped at an intersection when you were doing nothing wrong but being a sitting duck and were almost killed waiting for that final shot from the hunter, looking for his final kill you know people will listen right after you’re attacked by an ex-gang member but when you’re underlyingly taught That things like sexual abuse are your fault, well, that’s when you have to add more emotion to the knot that ball of hate has been growing since that acquaintance rapist ex of yours made your hate flourish with more phone calls, cards, letters, even recorded audio his stare scared you and you feared the tears if you saw him in the distance on the street you swallow your tears and stifle your hatred when even the thought of him instigated the constant pain and the medical clinic for round number one of body-harming medications             since the American solution             to solving all health problems             is popping a pill but girl, you know you’ve dealt with this your whole life because your fifties-styled family was probably just like every other family: with a nice-looking exterior and well-mannered children in public because children couldn’t show their feelings,                                         their resentment                                     or their hatred From their constant emotional battles without consequence you poor thing you’ve been working for all these years on that knot of hate it’s been growing quite steadily you have a permanent place inside you for it you’ve been trained well to not let people see what’s wrong to not let people see your hatred because that would be improper you can’t let anyone else feel what you feel you can do this yourself take it all in like the proper fifties housewife You’ve been trained to be keep that knotted hate as that perfect circle don’t let any of it out and don’t worry about it’s effect on you I’m sure there’s a drug out there that will numb you into not caring anymore (2015 ending addition) Because, I’m proud of you. Keep up the good work. Because one day soon, that perfectly-shaped ball of knotted hate you’s been building will be perfect throw — to shatter that glass ceiling, and shatter all those restraints that have held you down for far too long. Copyright © 2009 (and 2015) Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.