Harry Baker: A love poem for lonely prime numbers
2012 World Poetry Slam Champion Harry Baker has travelled the world off the strength of his way with words. He combines the nerdiness of being a math student with the hopefulness of being a human. Full bio
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Harry Baker is my name.
then our names would be the same.
with a love poem about prime numbers.
"Prime Time Loving."
side of the bed.
on one side of his head.
it’s because of the way that he slept.
and be subtly impressed
and yet casually messed.
sees the sight that he gets blessed with
dressed in something suitable.
more on cue than a snooker ball
that he knew her favorite flower.
every minute, every hour.
he’d never get the girl.
across the street
perfectly round figure,
(Laughter)
was "101 Dalmatians."
they were star-crossed lovers.
and evens because they had each other.
imposed on her by her mother
stupid and dumb
by her stupid mum,
by the simple sum.
and you’re left with the one.
of moping around,
and his parents were out.
he went into a house
numbers on the door,
introduced himself before,
dropped in awe.
(Laughter)
and an approachable smile,
the edges, casual style,
was in disorganized piles,
if friends stayed a while.
and he liked her.
if she knew he was like her,
I mean, this girl was wicked,
and asked for her digits.
He grinned, said, "I'm 59."
you could come over to mine?
just as quirky,
ready one minute early,
she arrived one minute late.
there was nonstop chatter,
how they had two factors,
distinctiveness made them better,
they were meant together.
about stuck-up 60,
because it led to us.”
not prone to jealousy,
and told him quite tenderly,
to become twice what 60 could ever be."
this one-of-a-kind girl in his life.
definition of being prime
and himself could his heart divide,
to give his heart to,
and now she knew the films were half true.
that love was just a sample,
they were a prime example.
poetry night -- (Laughter) --
a prime number-themed poetry competition.
poetry competition winner,
a prime minister. (Laughter)
these things called poetry slams,
a poetry slam is,
in America 30 years ago
into going to poetry events
like "slam" on the end.
three minutes to perform
would hold up scorecards,
with a numerical score,
between performer and audience
of connection with the listener.
you can call yourself a slam champion
"Oh, what? Poetry's a subjective art form,
got involved in these slams,
the Poetry World Cup in Paris,
speaking in their native languages
to travel the world since doing it,
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.
pop-up purple paper people?"
pop-up purple paper people
purple people paperclip,
adhesives as alternatives,
just in case the paper slipped.
paper people politics.
paper-thin policies,
without appropriate apologies.
And a little paper you.
and it would all be pay-per-view.
rap about their paper package
get stuck in paper traffic on the A4.
but we’d all stare at paper Pippa,
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,
propagates the people's prejudices,
photogenic terrorists.
And a little paper you.
people’s problems pop up too.
who remained out of touch,
about all the paper cuts,
would get blown to paper pieces,
manned by pre-emptive police.
so there’d still be paper greed,
pocketing more than they need,
to pepper their paper properties,
and ain’t acknowledged properly.
where so many are proper poor,
the money goes to big wars.
unfold plans for paper planes
in our own paper chains,
is that it always seems to stay the same,
choosing how to lay the blame,
forgetting these are names of people,
it all comes down to people.
who are able to inspire,
it’s hard to see how we all cope.
there’s still hope,
'cause I believe in people.
to pray for me.
of someone checking I’m okay,
plays with prisoners.
of genuine forgiveness.
to make your life better,
to be powerful.
tend to pretend to be victims
And a little paper you.
people's problems pop up too,
then we’d still make it through.
I've just got time for one more.
of ideas without frontiers.
were the ones with the amazing stories,
with a happy life, it was too normal,
where I could talk about my experiences
in front of you today.
like the sound check yesterday.
"The Sunshine Kid."
to see his little boy run,
nor the problems overcome,
remained a sunny one.
to hide his brightness,
hits periods of hardship,
to inspire them through the darkness.
he was born in a nebula,
was thought of as regular,
seemed to turn a little bronze,
by some more than others,
and his dreamcoat and his brothers
had its pros and its cons,
in those he outshone
didn’t like the Sunshine Kid,
the Shadow People did,
the places where the Shadow People hid,
an evil plan to get rid of him,
their words were gunshots,
he wasn’t very cool
popular kids at school.
and they would bring him down to Earth,
and that is what he was worth,
to university to learn,
would be the first degree burns
looked him in the eyes,
With evaporated tears
with a warm personality,
of the shadowy folk
and left cavities,
his spark darkened,
it cooled his flames,
if he kept his light dim
she had terrible aim,
with what they said,
by what they said,
in his solar plexus.
Little Miss Sunshine came along
about how we’re made to be strong,
Just be true to who you are,
her image burned in his retina,
and she accepted him,
whenever she was next to him,
and he dared to dream,
when she was there he beamed,
in ways that can’t be faked,
the razor-tipped words of hate,
they were "cool star" and "fun sun,"
damage became undone,
and she was brilliant,
reptilians vermillion,
from Chileans to Brazilians,
the meaning of resilience.
from a single candle
handle your light?
and the sky is the limit,
then she drew back the curtains
through the hurting.
these stars stuck together,
the memories would last forever,
said it or not, it would be fine,
the kid could still shine.
with a warm personality,
inspired across galaxies
ABOUT THE SPEAKER
Harry Baker - Poet physician2012 World Poetry Slam Champion Harry Baker has travelled the world off the strength of his way with words. He combines the nerdiness of being a math student with the hopefulness of being a human.
Why you should listen
Harry Baker has always loved words. He’s been blessed enough to travel round the world with them, winning the Poetry Slam World Cup in 2012 and currently using a maths degree as an excuse to live in Germany and find heaps more new words to play with. With two 5-star Edinburgh Fringe festival shows under his belt, his latest milestone is his 2014 book, The Sunshine Kid.
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