Tag: Poetry

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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

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Adventures in Philly

aka, The stuff I can’t really say in my Buzzscope coverage. First, the absent-minded professor (that’d be me) achieved a new personal high as I locked my keys in the car after arriving in Philly and checking in to my hotel. (A nice little “boutique hotel”-slash-B&B called the Alexander Inn, right in Center City, about

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Livin’ on the edge

Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tionComplication – aggravationIs getting to you Back in 1995, I attended AA meetings for 89 days, partly because I thought I had a drinking problem, but mostly to get closer to a girl I was interested in. Approx. 50 days in, I found myself in a bar with

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Two Things

Two quick updates for y’all; one about me, one about the fam. First, the fam: Join the Acentos crew next week as they celebrate the move to their NEW home: The Bruckner Bar & Grill! Tuesday, May 10th @ 7:00pmACENTOSThe Bruckner Bar & Grill, 1 Bruckner Blvd(Corner of 3rd Ave; 6 Train to 138th Street

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Comment: Making Comics Thin-Skinned

It’s no secret that creative types can be pretty thin-skinned when it comes to their art, especially when they’re in their early developmental stages. Personally, when I first got into the poetry slam scene – competitive poetry readings, for the uninitiated, where original poems are performed and then judged on a scale of 0-10 by

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Getting the 1st Chapter Right

The Chapter One contest I’m one of the judges for is finally wrapping up. 125 manuscripts, the majority of which, like a poetry slam, went the maximum 20 pages! The panel wasn’t able to meet in person so the contest coordinator is…um, coordinating our top six choices, trying to come up with a representative final

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“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, edit.” While that’s not always true, in light of my inability to write something in time for the newly-launched e-zine of “cutting-edge non-fiction,” loupe, I’ve decided to do the next best thing…launch a web site of my own to highlight all of the great writing I come across

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Luis Cartagena’s feature last night was…interesting. He’s an acquired taste and what I love about him most is his desire to push the boundaries of so-called performance poetry. He’s willing to take risks most of us wouldn’t go anywhere near and is always eager for feedback. I spent as much time watching his performance as

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John Rodriguez was a breath of fresh air at last night’s Acentos, dropping a solid mix of old and new work, as well as a nice little slam on half of the unusually weak open mic. “Hey, Guy, remember when I used to yell all my shit? Waving my hands like I was conducting the

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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

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