The shortest distance between your cynicism and your inspiration is a straight line spit by teenaged poets. Trust us we have sat in grand theaters, jaded journalists that we are, among the rowdier-than-usual crowds at previous Youth Speaks Grand Slam Finals, watching benevolently. But when the top one percent of Bay Area kid-poets opened their heads, we were at first extremely impressed, then buoyed, then at an embarrassing loss as to what to do about the salt water on our faces. This year, the adolescence is shepherded by Lauren Whitehead and Michelle Mush Lee.
Sat., April 3, 7 p.m., 2010