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See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Vent 6/10/15 at the Chicago open mic “Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing” (Canon fs200 video camera)

See YouTube video of the poem reading by Janet Kuypers of Vent 6/10/15 at the Chicago open mic “Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing” (Canon Power Show camera)

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers’ 2 poems, Vent and extinct on planet earth 6/10/15 at the Chicago open mic “Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing” (Canon fs200 video camera)

See YouTube videoof Janet Kuypers’ 2 poems, Vent and extinct on planet earth 6/10/15 at the Chicago open mic “Elizabeth’s Crazy Little Thing” (Canon Power Show camera)

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers’ poetry feature “Rap Sheet” live at the Cafe Cabaret at Cafe Ballou in Chicago 6/19/15, with the poems each of you carry one body each, uncuffed and printed, Entering Courtroom 101, Vent, and only option is fighting (filmed from a Canon fs200 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr).

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers’ poetry feature “Rap Sheet” live at the Cafe Cabaret at Cafe Ballou in Chicago 6/19/15, with the poems each of you carry one body each, uncuffed and printed, Entering Courtroom 101, Vent, and only option is fighting (this video was filmed from a Canon PowerShot camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetryshow

Download these poems in the free chapbook “Rap Sheet”, w/ poems performed live 6/19/15 at Cafe Ballou, in the Cafe Cabaret (Chicago)

Download these poems in the free chapbook “Rap Sheet” Expanded Report, with long versions of poems (and a bonus poem) in her “Rap Sheet” show 6/19/15 at Cafe Ballou, in the Cafe Cabaret (Chicago)

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading 4 poems 9/7/15 at the Chicago open mic Weeds (Canon fs200), w/ Vent, Tin, Entering the Lake of Fire, & electromagnetism.

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading 4 poems 9/7/15 at the Chicago open mic Weeds (Canon P.S.), with Vent, Tin, Entering the Lake of Fire, & electromagnetism.

See YouTube video 6/26/16 of Janet Kuypers’ 3 poems, Vent, Each Half is the Enemy, and her Periodic Table poem Vanadium at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry: Spoken & Heard (w/ a Canon Power Shot camera).

See YouTube video 6/26/16 of Janet Kuypers’ 3 poems, Vent, Each Half is the Enemy, and her Periodic Table poem Vanadium at the Austin open mic Kick Butt Poetry: Spoken & Heard (filmed with a Sony camera).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” live 4/23/18 at the Austin Buzz Mill open mic (Panasonic Lumix T56).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” live 4/23/18 at the Austin Buzz Mill open mic (video filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera, and then it was given a Sepia Tone filter).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” live 4/23/18 at the Austin Buzz Mill open mic (video filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera, and then it was given a Threshold filter).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” 4/23/18 at Austin’s Buzz Mill open mic (Panasonic Lumix 2500).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” live 4/23/18 at the Austin Buzz Mill open mic (video filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera, and given an Edge Detection filter).

See Youtube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Being God”, then singing her poem/song “Made Any Difference” to John’s song with him on guitar, then reading her poem “Vent” live 4/23/18 at the Austin Buzz Mill open mic (video filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera, with a Posterize filter).

Vent Janet Kuypers 5/5/15, streamlined for 6/20/15 show 5/18/15< As a part of my bargaining before sentencing, I have to go through “group evaluation” sessions... There’s like a dozen of us in here waiting to start, and we all just sit here and shut up and look around and wait. The wall’s rooms are painted blue. Kind of like an institutional blue... But I don’t even know what an institutional blue looks like. The walls make me think of Pepto-Bismol, but not pink. It’s like they’re a Pepto-Bismol blue. On one wall, there’s a motivational poster for Opportunity. It says, “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a wall.” I’m building my walls, I’ll scoop out the mortar, slather that grout so thick that no one can move the bricks or hear me scream. Like this place is gonna do me an ounce of good. I know I played my cards right and was nice to the cops, but that one cop — the one who’s bald on top of his head and has this completely hideous ring of hair circling his head like ear warmers — I’d like to take a stainless steel spade and bash his fucking head in, but once he fell to the ground, I’d take an ice pick and pop each one of his tiny little beady ugly eyes, then spear his tongue with that ice pick so he could taste his eye juice. Then I’d get the solid steel mallet and split that monk head open, and since his brain won’t move I’d get one of those gardening hand forks so I could drag each little brain bit apart as his blood coagulates while I scrape and sculpt them into the shape of a middle finger, so I could say “fuck you, cop” in front of what’s left of his oozing eyes so he could see how much he’s despised, and he could see how little brain that little piece of shit has left. And the funny thing is that he’s not even the guy that arrested me. Oh, but session is about to start, where they’ll ask us to tell the group about our crimes. I don’t know why, or how that will help us. But, time to start the show, turn that frown upside-down and act like you want to be here, because it’s just one more step ‘til it’s all over and you’re finally free.

Vent Janet Kuypers 5/5/15 As a part of my bargaining before sentencing, I have to go through “group evaluation” sessions for hours, for days. There’s like a dozen of us in here waiting to start, and we all just sit here and shut up and look around and wait. The wall’s rooms are painted blue. Kind of like an institutional blue... But I don’t even know what an institutional blue looks like. The walls make me think of Pepto-Bismol, but that’s pink. These walls are bright, but deep. It’s like they’re a Pepto-Bismol blue. The carpet’s varying shades of brown, but alternating, ‘cuz they’re separate squares. Like they chose this brown and threw squares down. There’s a black plastic spatula on the bottom shelf of the 7' tall rolling tv cart, but they’re no kitchen. Nothing can be made here. On one wall, there’s a motivational poster for Opportunity. It says, “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a wall.” I’m building my walls, I’ll scoop out the mortar, slather that grout so thick that no one can move the bricks or hear me scream. Like this place is gonna do me an ounce of good. I know I played my cards right and was nice to the cops, but that one cop — the one who’s bald on top of his head and has this completely hideous ring of hair circling his head like ear warmers — I’d like to take a stainless steel spade and bash his fucking head in, but once he fell to the ground, I’d take an ice pick and pop each one of his tiny little beady ugly eyes, then spear his tongue with that ice pick so he could taste his eye juice. Then I’d get the solid steel mallet and split that monk head open, and since his brain won’t move I’d get one of those gardening hand forks so I could drag each little brain bit apart as his blood coagulates while I scrape and sculpt them into the shape of a middle finger, so I could say “fuck you, cop” in front of what’s left of his oozing eyes so he could see how much he’s despised, and he could see how little brain that little piece of shit has left. And the funny thing is that he’s not even the guy that arrested me. Oh, but session is about to start, where they’ll ask us to tell the group about our crimes. I don’t know why, or how that will help us. But, time to start the show, turn that frown upside-down and act like you want to be here, because it’s just one more step ‘til it’s all over and you’re finally free.

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