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John Survivor Blake

2008 slam team member of TOXOPSYCHOTIX, Bitchez!

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What if someone pointed out a homeless vagrant to you and said, "that's going to be a well-known poet and biographer, and he'll change lives around the world"? Would you laugh; raise an eyebrow and inquire as to their usage of narcotics; check them for a fever?Imagine a man against all odds; born dopesick, poverty-stricken, expected to fail... then a poem saves his life! MADMONKIE PRODUCTIONS introduces the story of John "Survivor" Blake!Once upon a time, in a land known as the Lower East Side of a sometimes bitter apple, there was a miracle. A black man and white woman defied their families and fell in love. SHE became pregnant with their 9th child. After 6 months, while driving home from eating out, on a January night, they were run off the road and beaten nearly to death for "making half-nigger kids!" SHE was thrown into the East River, and HE was left for dead on the FDR Drive...January 1970... Mother, father (a coma for nearly 2 months), and Baby SURVIVED...Born "The youngest of nine experiments in a two bedroom cage" as he put it (Poem; titled, "Mother's Nature"), John Stanley "Survivor" Blake cut through the earth like a razor, escaping the hell of two parents addicted to dope and booze, with siblings lost; casualties to the war at home...By the time he was 13, He had his own drug habit. He was 14 when he watched his oldest brother, Benny, shunned at home for contracting the AIDS Virus. Locked out of the house; Benny died of hyperthermia within 7 days of homelessness; winter of '84, discovered sitting upright in an abandoned car near Coney Island.By the time John was 16, his mother was sentenced to 15 years in prison for manslaughter. meanwhile his father contracted HIV... At 25 he buried his father, another brother, and a sister from the deadly AIDS virus as well. Another brother passed on, murdered in a project stairwell, another overdosed, another sister; shot while attempting armed robbery... At 33, John's mother came home from prison sick with Osteo miolitis ( a severe infection of the bone marrow)... Two years later, she died... John was all that remained. while preparing to overdose, someone asked him to watch Def Poetry. Needle in arm, Blood cells running for cover."Survivor" stopped when he heard "Do not let this universe regret you!" (a line in a Marty McConnell poem)... Someone inserted a videotaped recording of Def Poetry and hit play. Someone told John, "all that stuff you've been writing on bar napkins; there's a show all about it! Check this out."He began writing...seriouslyIn 2007, "Survivor" was a proud member of the Louder Arts slam team that placed 3rd in the nation! Joined by Rachel Mc Kibbens (slam team coach), Jon Sands, Oveous Maximus (Ove), and Roger Bonair-Agard! A 2007 finalist at the Urbana 2007 Grand Slam (at The Bowery Poetry Club) and a 4x semi-finalist in 2006 (his first year of slamming) at the Nuyorican Poets' Cafe, NYC.John survivor Blake is now required reading for many spoken word programs in numerous universities as well as english and modern poetry programs nationwide, and his writing has been added to the required readings of OSU's upper class graduate program.He's performed with Saul Williams, Amiri Baraka, Patricia Smith, Taylor Mali, Rachel McKibbens, Shadokat, Mahogany L. Browne, Jive Poetic, Ed Mabrey, Roger Bonair-Agard, Carlos Andres Gomez, Tara Betts, Marty McConnell, Suheir Hammad, Aja-Monet, and Malcolm Jamal Warner. At 37 years of age, "Survivor" just finished touring the US for the second time. John is now transplanted himself in Richmond, VA and is now curating for SlamRichmond; booking feature performers and now conducting writing workshops open to the public every Saturday afternoon.He's featured in Denver, Vegas, San Jose, Fresno, San Diego, Los Angeles, Berkeley, Reedley, Hollywood, Santa Monica, Santa Cruz, Miami, Tampa, Ft Lauderdale, Orlando, Jacksonville, Del Ray Beach, Ft Worth, College Station, Little Rock, Wilmington, Newark Delaware, Phoenix, Flagstaff, Scottsdale, Mesa, Tempe, Tucson, Lawton, Tulsa, Richmond, Stafford, Frewdricksburg, Albequerque, Silver City, Loudesburg, Boston, Cambridge, Miami, Orlando, Tampa, Jacksonville, Red Bank, Trenton, Jersey City, and New York City. Survivor's also begun speaking in rehabilitation centers (Phoenix House in AZ), universities (Virginia Tech, Columbia University, Westchester Community College,) and organizing poetry workshops in high schools (Cab Calloway School for the performing arts in DE, Lourdsburg HS in NM,), sharing his experiences with chemical dependency, grief, struggle, family, and the miracle of living; through writing. winning poetry slams in NYC, NJ, Philly, Pa, VA, TX, IL, DE (In both Newark and Wilmington), California (Berkeley, Oakland, San Diego, and San Jose). John hasn't looked back at the hell he came from, with the exception to reflect never forgetting...and measuring the distance he's flown so far!!! John has also begun conducting private literacy lessons for adults. This year, he is the slam coach and team memeber for SlamRichmond's slam team accompanied by Megan Rickman, Narrator, and Sabrina Gilbert. Expect his autobiographical accounts of struggle in stores summer 08, and feel free to to ADD his other myspace page on top friends; that has "The Greyhound Series", experiences while on tour, and "Low Tide" his daily journal about staying clean. Ask him what he does for a living and he'll point to his journal and say, "This!"John Survivor Blake

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Member Since: 6/25/2006
Band Members: THE TRACKS ON MY PAGE: Mother's Nature (produced by Emil Brikha of Sweden), Blue and Utter Confusion (produced by Raymond Jones of Random Mystiks in Santa Cruz, California)For the people that told me "A poet? Are you nuts? tha's a hobby at best; not a fuckin' career! get a REAL JOB!"For the women that giggled and patted my back when I said "I'm gonna make it someday" It hurt when they left with the GQ wanna be, but they did me a favor. For the ex that said I'd always be a crackhead and junkie, and drunk...And for my Mom; who told me to "Do whatever-the-fuck you want...and fuck ANYBODY that says you can't do it... in the end it's YOU who's gonna laugh!"
Influences: INTRODUCING THE SLAM-RICHMOND 2008 SLAM TEAM!MEGAN RICKMANNARRATORSABRINA GILBERT(SlamRichmond Grand Slam CHAMP!)And coaching is YOURS TRULY!Dr. Andrea Greene (Senior Professor at Union County College) who told me, "The difference between A WORD and THE RIGHT word is like the difference between a LIGHTNING BUG and LIGHTNING!", Rage Against The Machine, Nina Simone, Edgar Alan Poe, Anne Sexton, Audrey Lourde, Marty McConnell, Roger Bonair-Agard, Jon Sands, Oveous Maximus, Rachel McKibbens, Tshaka, Sunni Patterson, Patricia Smith, RUMI, Abena Koomson, Miguel Pinero, Pietri, Adrienne Rich, Etheridge Knight, Angelou, Toni Morrison, Hendrix, Lennon, Saul Williams, Whitman, Baldwin, Mark Twain, Audioslave, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Temple of the Dog, Metallica, Dave Mustane, Langston Hughes, Raulph Ellison, Assata Shakur, Pac, Evenessence, The Prodigy, Crystal Method, Oscar Wilde, Mos Def, James McBride, Eminem, Samuel L Jackson, Oprah, Mumia, Obama, and so, so many more!
Sounds Like: The debut CD, "Leap From The Cliff" was produced by Raymond Jones of Santa Cruz, Ca and Chi-town!!! Also; Tai of "Vice Lounge" in Brooklyn, and Elim of Sweden!!! These men are geniuses; nuff said!!!"Mama Said" is the 2nd CD and has been produced by Mad Monkie Productions of Richmond Va
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My Blog

Today’s Benny’s B-day...(Bare with me)

Every WinterI remind myself how I murdered my brother,Every Spring I forgive my trespassings,Every summer I meet the woman I've been waiting forbathing under the lick of sun,Every Autumn, I notice how...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:48:00 PST

Birth-rite

I was the blemish on a pimp's moonlit pinky ring, twirledI was not a gleam, but a hot burgundy spot in his eye, gawking up from his shot glass, fatherhoodtainted the suede of his whiskey sip...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:46:00 PST

God Ponders Dale and Leilani Nuemann (Draft 2)

I supposeinstead of doing laundry, youshould just pray that I spit your garments clean.Perhaps conjuring a storm, credit card-rain for overdue bills and summoning Moses walked distances unfathomableto...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Thu, 08 May 2008 02:15:00 PST

Maternal Insticts

The sun leans in to kiss horizon's salty cheekthe way parents, caught trying to run away, smile while tossing clothes in suitcases, their children; mouthfuls, unanswered questions, a couple of dollars...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Tue, 06 May 2008 05:02:00 PST

The Silent Majority (NaPoWriMo 14)

Every generation this planis reborn but with more poisonin every fang. Every year there's another commercialairbrushed with middleclass black families, two parents,and a young boy, begging for a bless...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:16:00 PST

Nocturnal (NaPoWriMo 13)

I love roads; the ones in the middle of nowhere, leading somewhere you don't get to seeuntil it's in front of you. Roads are alive to me, tires roll over them like lying women,enabled to other places ...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:52:00 PST

Penniless (NaPoWriMo 13)

Ghetto loveis fucking like rabbitscause we know the wolvesare just outside, loyalty curling an index finger around promises madewith a handshake-hug combination,pushing a bullet from its nickel plated...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:52:00 PST

Hot and Dry (NaPoWriMo - 12)

This heat has killed more potential heroesthan a child can dream, butI'm still traipsing the fire, my punishmentis living with my every mistake, teachingsign language to the walking deadby tracing sky...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:26:00 PST

Holding You (NaPoWriMo 11 I’m BACK!)

Tighter, I wrapmy arms around youuntil my hands can touch elbowsand I am swallowing your breath for life. Tight as gift ribbonsholding smiles waiting to happen,keeping butterflies still, no room for w...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:01:00 PST

Nat Turner to Barack Obama (Draft 8 - NOT for NaPoWriMo)

The day I escaped the plantation,God turned bright sunlight black as field-handsthen blue as overseer eyes,I fasted, prayed for direction and was told to go back to my master.I questioned The Almighty...
Posted by John Survivor Blake on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 11:26:00 PST