From New York to Nashville, Boston to L.A., a bohemian rhapsody of rap swagger is spreading across the land. As the "New York Observer" writes: "The poetry corpse is stirring, " its healing heart is "a big, dark, brick-walled loft on Third Street and Avenue C called the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. It's democratic, multicultural...sometimes funny, sometimes ribald. It has the vitality of vulgarity."
