COMMENT: Buying Habits…and How to Change Them
First, read Ed Cunard’s post criticizing the Independents’ Day campaign (read the comments, too), then read my intro to yesterday’s On the Shelves. Both got me thinking about the comics I currently buy and enjoy, how they compare to what I was buying and enjoying this time last year, and offered a bit of insight
COMMENT: Who Cares About Journalism?
The response to yesterday’s article reminds me a bit of how minorities often tend to be more accepting of a lesser quality product made by one of their own, simply happy to have something they can relate to. (ie: UPN comedies, Wayans brothers’ movies, Hudlin’s Black Panther, etc.) Because there’s such a lack of real journalism in the comics industry, anything resembling it becomes worthy of praise.
The Mid-Range Gets the Short End of the Stick
“San Antonio makes sense for us, and has given us much that I’m grateful for … but Austin still feels like home.” Phil pretty much nails my feelings about life these days with that statement, and I don’t particularly like it. The feeling, I mean. For me, where we are in the Bronx right now
Making Connections
You’re not a poet, you just slam a lot. I should note that I tend to define slam poets in a very general sense, beyond the specifics of the actual competition. IMO, non-competing poets that read frequently at slam-affiliated open mics are also slam poets, looking for and benefitting from the audience the competition attracts
This is for Bassey
Dear you, Since mid-1997, the New York City poetry slam scene has been more or less at the center of my life. Though more right-of-center these days, and considerably less significant in the bigger picture, there’s two things I will always cherish about the experience: founding a little bit louder, and the Friends I’ve made.
This entry is for poetry slam geeks only.
This whole 5×3 idea that Taylor came up with for the National Poetry Slam – 5 teams, 3 POEMS per bout as opposed to 3×4, or the more recent 4×4 – isn’t necessarily the death of Nationals as some have lamented. It is, however, a flawed band-aid that emphasizes the competition in a way that
It’s the ego talking
So I’m trying to finish this new piece [have I mentioned Acentos is tonight?] that came out of nowhere a little over a week ago and I go to open it up in Word a few minutes ago and I notice another file cryptically named “post,” last modified on 5/14/2003. Curious, I open it and
Stark lines in the sand
A recent discussion in Morris Stegosaurus’ journal and a conversation last night about the poetry scene got me thinking about change and evolution and what influences both. I haven’t been to Bar 13 in the longest and have been waiting for the next UPPERCASE to come around as a reason to go. UPPERCASE always represented
My Acentos Roundup
Of the “blogs of note” on the right, there’s a group of them that I think of as my Acentos roundup, even if some of them aren’t technically Acentos regulars or, in Nina’s case, I haven’t even officially met yet. It’s more that Acentos is like my second home and these are the people I
It wasn’t just the scene that had changed
When I asked for suggestions for non-political topics last week, I got some great feedback. Three of the suggestions were actually closely related so I figure what better way to end the week than with some exhibitionistic introspection? “…your first experiences with poetry/performing/and your growing pains in the scene.” “How has becoming a father changed