oanne Gordon and her “punk-ass posse” of slam poets use words like jazz notes, creating a cacophony of sound and meaning, and, as Gordon puts it, “squirting adrenalin at the walls.” We're not sure exactly what that means-but better wear your windbreaker, just in case. Bringing to life what she calls, the “voices of now . . . the faces of the future,” Gordon and her group fuse street rhythms with modern slang, which sounds a lot like rapping, but with a hi-tone, poetic edge perhaps. Give it a whirl-at least you'll know what's currently chill and what's not. Is that right? Do kids still say chill?
Tue., May 6, 7 p.m.; May 7-9, 8 p.m.; Sat., May 17, 2 p.m., 2008
