Khristian E. Kay
Biography of Khristian E. Kay
Khristian E. Kay is a storyteller; a teacher/poet. Generally considered to be controversial in subject matter because he pursues knowledge as the end all of existence. Khristian's work often stretches the limits of complacency digging into the cracks as it were of what constitutes idealism. While his work appears political and often satirical he utilizes the words as metaphorical rubber bullets: painful and bruising and only lethal at close range. See khristianekay.com
Although a native of Milwaukee, WI and a systematic product of the inappropriately named 'MidWest' Khristian has lived in many western states and tends to feel a homesickness for the Pacific Northwest. A vocal advocate of education versus schooling, the nobility of educators versus 'teaching', Kay continues within the K-12 and post secondary classrooms teaching everything from English, Science, Multi-Media and Film, the Humanities, IS&T, math, art and just about everything in between. He has performed and lectured all over the country. Kay received a Foundation for the Arts Grant in 1997 to produce a rap version of Othello as written and performed by his adjudicated students at the state run boy's school.
Kay has edited and produced many small press periodicals and journals, and currently oversees the non-profit organization 'KnowB4No.org' An organization dedicated to expanding the education and knowledge base of people concerning the risks of children and the transmission, prevention of AIDS, HIV, and STDs. He has written several books for teachers on teaching diverse student populations, including 'The 3 'Tells' and is also the author of several books and cds of original poetry and spoken word.
Khristian E. Kay's Works:
Gringo's (1991 Morgan Press)
The Furthering Adventures of Sonny Baretoes (1992 Morgan Press)
Highway Tourette's by Proxy (2005 SFUMATO Books)
I wouldn't pay to hear you sing (2007 BadGrrl Press)
Khristian E. Kay Poems
What Will You Say When They Come For Me?
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a communist. Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the labor leaders, but I did not speak out because I was not a unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
You taught me insecurity against a rainfall sweet and mesmerizing to be afraid of myself
Adventures Of Rat Boy
you were always a queer little boy I mean that in the archaic sense of my own historical lexicon meaning unique different extra-ordinary the
You Scare Me
The visions are increasing You haunt my thoughts Images perceived or real or desired I shake them like a woolen rug
The Lioness Belongs On Her Knees
Call to the floor that redheaded one the smart Roma with the virulent wit bring with her her defensive weapon of choice and a bathos dress, stringed instrument and voice
So Dreams Amerika
I was just a waif the son of a soldier whose life was scarred and reputed by a war
most times I lie awake and think of the many ways
Adventures Of Nerd Boy: Little Redheaded...
This is kind of like that experience that time back at school with Linda Wesner You know…
Marriage is nothing more than planned obsolescence A method of stimulating a lover’s demand through
Government cheese don’t melt the trick is to slice it up in little matchstick pieces then chop those up into little bits the cubes mix with watery macaroni
Psychos On The Pipe
We don’t sell our bodies to the highest Or only bidder to feed children We don’t feed the children We feed our need
She Asked Me If I Was A Government Agent
She asked me if I was a government agent I was taken aback by that I mean how do you answer a question like that? Truthfully?
Even If They Have Pictures
No matter what they tell you No matter how they beg Do not – I repeat – Do Not tell people the truth
Darwin Got It Wrong
Did you know we are the only species on the planet Whose total extinction would actually Benefit every other species?
You Scare Me
The visions are increasing
You haunt my thoughts
Images perceived or real or desired
I shake them like a woolen rug
Flung over the rail
Pieces or fragments
Of my being dropping off
Twisting in the wind