For the last time…?
Truth or hyperbole? I’ve learned to never say never but in all likelihood, Wednesday, August 4th will be the last time I appear on stage as a featured poet. I fell into the slam scene on a lark back in the summer of 1997, competing in my first Friday night slam at the Nuyorican Poets
On Saturday, I lost my glasses on Nitro (the roller coaster at Great Adventure), a fitting epilogue to the tough lesson that was Friday’s watershed louder than words show. I had low expectations for the Friday slot to begin with, but twenty-one paid in the audience – the majority of whom were supportive friends/co-workers from
What do American Idol and poetry slam have in common? A little bit of irony to set it up first. As a kid, I was notorious for always being late. Not a few minutes late, either, but often an hour or more. Because my mother was pretty strict, I knew 5 minutes was as bad
Last night at Acentos was like an uninterrupted 24-hour stint in the recharger and I’m feeling good about poetry again and hopeful about the scene in general. I’ve always said being nervous before a performance is a good sign that you still care about what you’re doing. Jessica, Nina and Maria obviously care about poetry,
Wole Soyinka has this quote, “The tiger does not sing his tigritude.” But, I think that if the tiger entered a world of leopards, he probably would. — Mara Jebsen Apropos of nothing, I just love how Mara’s mind works and her writing is second-to-none. This weekend was…tiring and counterproductive. Short, aimless getaways just don’t
Reality Bites
A public apology to Helen Yum for not getting downtown to wish her farewell last night. 🙁 I tried, really I did, but between Sunday’s trip to the zoo and all the walking I did yesterday, by the time we’d gotten the kids ready for bed and I picked up the laundry, I was exhausted.
I love The Onion. After watching Bush’s speech tonight, it’s clear what his re-election gameplan is: you like him or you don’t. Plain and simple. He’s going to let Kerry do the dancing for the swing vote and cross his fingers hoping JFK hangs himself with a misstep or two. Much as I hate the
People I’m feeling right now
People I’m feeling right now: M.C. Siegel: mcpoet.blogspot.com The honest truth is that when I feel like I’m resisting this tendency I, for the life of me, cannot write. Emotional anguish and solitude are the perfect catalysts for my writing. Sadly enough, when I’m happy it’s like being on soma, I have no ambition to
louder than words update
The t-shirts just arrived and they look mah-velous! They will be available this Saturday for $15. Cheap! Don’t sleep. Met with Eric and Helen over lunch earlier today to hash out the format and came out with some great ideas as well as identifying some potential pitfalls to avoid. I’ve gone from nervous and excited
What’s next?
Y-A-W-N!!! Monday night out and a 3-hour meeting starting at 8am don’t mix. Hit 13 for the first time in months (lost track but it’s at least six) and had an…ah, interesting night. Always good to see Maureen who kept my glass so full that I actually had to pace myself for once. Early morning