At the risk of being called a liar on two different counts, allow me to clarify: in conjunction with Wanda Ortiz's installation of Mercury/Mercurio a reading with be held at the Hostos Art Gallery, featuring Guy LeCharles Gonzalez and Jessica Torres Wednesday, November 3, 6pm Hostos Community College E 149th St & Grand Concourse, Bronx (Take the 2,4,5 Trains to E 149th St Station) and afterwards First Wednesdays @ The Blue Ox Bar Regie Cabico + open mic While this technically contradicts my "last featured reading" a mere five weeks ago, trust me when I say that it's an exception…
I've always wanted to be in a real life disaster movie. Part of me, the same part that believes in parallel worlds and alternate realities, looks forward to this happening in my lifetime, though preferably while we're still living up on a hill in the Bronx. Don't want my comic books getting wet! In more optimistic news, this weekend's wedding was a lot of fun. Not counting my own - or my father's town hall quickie for his second marriage - it's only the third wedding I've ever been to, and the most elaborate by far. The other two were…
It's been four days since my last confession, Blogger, but in a rare switcheroo, I was busy talking smack over on my little-used LiveJournal account, commenting on the debacle that was the 2004 National Poetry Slam. I won't get into it here other than to say, while I feel bad for those who attended and got screwed over in one way or another, you get what you pay for. If I were you, I'd think twice about renewing that PSI membership next year. Mind you, this is completely separate from my opinion on the concept of slam itself, which I…
Aniticpating Acentos
I don't usually get nervous about a reading until 10-15 minutes before it starts so the premature butterflies that have been floating around since last night have me feeling really dizzy. I found out last night that my aunt, youngest on my father's side and more like a cousin, is coming to the reading and got a little freaked out. A couple of my cousins from my mother's side will be there, too - who haven't seen me read since my first couple of slams at the Nuyorican - as well as a handful of non-poetry friends, turning it into…
Franklin Delano Roosevelt State Park turned out to be a perfect place for an extended family picnic and Saturday's weather couldn't have been better for it. Considering I haven't been to the gym in over a month now, I should have known better than to jump into a game of two-hand touch without stretching at all. Especially after an hour of rowing a boat had started blisters on my thumbs and tightened up my shoulders. But it was Saturday evening, we were leaving soon, and given the company, it felt too much like a Fresh Air Fund moment to skip.…
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, specifically the meticulous crafting and unadorned presentation of it. They let the poems speak for themselves and did they ever! Jessica, in particular, took an impressive leap forward with a commanding - almost, dare I say it...cocky? - stage presence and even kicked a memorized…
Sent my BRIO submission in today, two days before the deadline. Thank you, Express Mail! It's the first time I've submitted for something like this - other than a single poem entered in a Literal Latte contest way back in 1999; I just don't have the self-discipline - and it was a real challenge to decide what to submit. 10 pages aren't very many poems when most of mine average 3 pages each. (Slam influence, anyone?) The fact that I knew I was definitely submitting Mozer, Bethea and I - a five-pager! - severely limited my other options as I…