Phil Kaye - Suburbia 

Watching him perform is such an experience, it's something you don't just watch and listen to but you feel. His work is so beautiful.

"but at least its air" goddam I'm stunned

The city getting surgery part was amazing. I was blown away.

How on Earth does he write this well? It's a goddamn story.

I know they're not related by has anyone else noticed that Sara and Phil speak the same way?

"smoke makes you choke, but at least it is air"

I love this man's art so much. I feel a strong emotional reaction every time I see him preform without fail.

(*SQUEALS* because its Phil) I knew I would experience a masterpiece even before hitting play. Phil, Thank you.

I melt like chocolate on a sunny day everytime I hear his voice.

His work makes me feel alive.

The way he crafts a story is spectacular I can't get enough.

Love his poems, but he reminds me so much of his friend and fellow spoken word poet Sarah Kay so much.

dudes why can't we all just try our best to take care of our mother nature in every little possible way we can? it just saddens me bc i see people supporting the "loving our environment" thing but only a few actually do their very best to support it through their actions.

Oh god. Why am I so late! How can someone be so perfect with everything. The poem, the narration, the expression, the words left chills down my spine.

I'm pretty sure I've said before, even the way he moves is a performance. He could make anything interesting by the way he moves as he talks. ^.^

Oh I just love him

Is it just me.....or is this shit amazing

lyrics I love this place. The people, the community, I mean, the sense of stability, I mean, this place is... amazing. This place is amazing. I mean this place is a maze, is a maze, is a maze The law of conservation Says that energy cannot be created nor destroyed Only transformed, from one state to another. 1945 Albert Einstein, a man of laws, creates the atomic bomb. A hundred thousand Japanese houses implode, And American suburbia explodes. 1970 Read the paper We are choking, the city The city, she has been smoking. There is her body, Wrinkled. Cracking. Loose. Out there on the fringe, there is plenty. Space so empty you can stretch your arms out Inside of her thick, overgrown, That’s how you know she is a virgin. 1970 This is the 20th century We knew we’d reach the pacific eventually This is just our new manifest destiny By this time, The number of Americans living in suburbia has exploded by 300%. Locusts, hocus, pocus Poof! Smoke Makes you choke But at least It is air [breath] City. City. [slap slap :( ] City wakes up mid-surgery. The suitcase of her chest ripped open Her skyscraper insides laid down sideways, She calls, “Nurse! Bring me more anesthesia, I was never truly sleeping Just, for a moment, American dreaming.” The nurse, with a rag to our face, [breath] “Breathe,” [breath] “breathe,” [breath] “Everyone is happy,” [breath] “Our little American sequel,” [breath] “Regal,” [breath] “Separate,” [breath] “Equal,” [breath]... ...”The thing about Weeds, Mr. Kennedy, Is their penchant for multiplying. You let just one move into your community, And sooner or later you’ll find one growing In your very own backyard. Well then, there goes the neighborhood.” There goes the neighborhood. Go, go farther, City on a sill Oops! Had a little spill Looked like an accident, Wouldn’t quite call it kill, Farther, farther Our little mazes, mousetraps, cul-de-sacs, This house is amazing! This house is amazing! This house is amazing! This house is amazing! This house is amazing! Farther, farther, father Raised me, grazed me, Open-flamed me, open-ranged me We are not all the same, Are we? Are we? Run eat water food fence! Run eat water food fence! [breath] Breathe, [breath] Breathe. [breath] Everyone is happy. [breath] You are only making this more difficult For yourself.

most of the time can't digest a 3 minute poem but I love the consistent through line of this one

I get chills

oh,this is pure talent!

Suburbia is a viable option for the working class. At least, it was. Many can't afford it anymore. It was a chance to have a little safety & privacy, away from urban crowding. After WW2, people who'd never had an opportunity to own the place they lived found affordable mortgages there. Their kids could play & grow, out of danger. That's the most many working class people could hope for. They aren't asleep or numb. There's just not much infrastructure for culture built in to these artificial "communities." Suburban areas are, actually, very difficult places to live, as a result of this. And the erosion of the middle & working classes has only applied more pressure.

I love discover these things from years ago

Amazing.

damn right when youtube's algorithm suggested this piece, i interpreted it as a piece for Amazonia.

Lovely

♡

Wow.

Woah...

May I please be with thou?

i feel like this need a ton of analysis to get all phil meant and i don't know how to:0 anyone can give some guidance? thanks!

respirar

Wat is suburbia? A place?

hobo johnson who

Now watch DETROIT die without help. HELP!