You Can’t Serve Two Masters
There’s a passage somewhere in the Bible to that effect, the equivalent of the more recent “can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”
The whole poetry & comics thing is one example, where a couple of months back I was inspired to get back into the scene and start performing again, only to be cockblocked by life’s twisty little turns. In the meantime, comic books have swallowed the majority of my free time, not to mention storage space, as my writing for Buzzscope has taken on a life of its own. (Check out my latest feature here.) There’s just not enough time for both, which makes the increasingly rare outings to Acentos and Bar 13 that much more special when I can pull them off. Last night was particularly fun as I popped in late to drop off a crate full of chapbooks I’d collected over the years for them to give away, and hung out for a couple of hours after the show with Lynne, Oscar, Matt, Rich, Maria and a couple of others I can’t recall. In some ways, it felt like cutting the final thread connecting me to that period of my life, and now it’s purely about the people.
Which is cool in a kind of “if I can’t have it, at least I get to eat it now and then” way.
Or something.
I have no idea what I’m trying to say half the time these days, unless it’s about comic books! Speaking of, go here to see my newest fascination.
Two sleeps to New Orleans!
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I just saw this show about sammiches last night and there’s this sammich that’s a New Orleans favorite – its called the ‘Muffaletta’ and the best place to get it is at the Central Market – do me a favor? Have one for me and then maybe bring me one back, ’cause my pregnant ass cant stop thinking about it. HA!
It was great to see you last night. I know that mere poets can’t compete with the supernatural allure of comic books, but for what it’s worth, we miss you. Having you around is like having that missing member of the family around for the holidays….
Although, I think you should know that Fish is planning on selling the chapbooks, so your act of pure altrusim has apparently been corruputed. It’s okay, I’ll take it upon myself to steal as many chapbooks as possible, as it really seems like the only appropriate thing to do.
Here’s to good friends and raping a fantasy baseball team now and again. Now where’d I put my tequila?…mcs