louder than words: tweaked
New York City at night is a beautiful thing. I love walking the streets, breathing in cool, crisp air and not having to deal with the obstacle course of confused and starry-eyed tourists that clog the sidewalks during the day. As dive bars go, few can match Rudy’s on Ninth Avenue up in Hell’s Kitchen.
I may be speaking a bit prematurely on this but I’m bored at work and excited about the potential of this new wrinkle that’s come up. I mentioned a couple of days ago that I wasn’t feeling the idea of continuing louder than words after Eric heads west. One of the keys to the show
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
Today’s navel-gazing missive about the meaning of life and the fallacy of the American Dream will be pre-empted for in-the-moment coverage of some late-breaking news: my main man Eric Guerrieri is leaving town. 🙁 He just called me a little while ago with the news that he’s moving to Colorado…in two weeks! It’s a great,
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,
From August 25, 2003: Speaking of next year, I’m making a To Do list for the run-up to 35. I’ve got 356 more days to get it all done: 1. Write 3 short stories/novellas; publish one; 2. Write & publish 2 articles, one non-poetry-related; 3. Produce 3 performance events; 4. Go back to school; 5.
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. Poetry Slam, Inc. Two poetry slam-related things I never expected to see: 1. Taylor Mali is the new President of Poetry Slam. Inc. 2. This. The Taylor thing is actually an interesting wrinkle that could mean PSI becoming relevant again. People may not agree with Taylor’s positions on a lot of things but there’s
Hit Urbana last night after the pleasantly unexpected distraction of 50%-off sushi. FRESH sushi! Yum. Got there in time for the slam which, to my surprise, I kind of enjoyed. Over the years, Cristin has become my favorite host on the scene, hands down. She knows her audience, has impeccable comedic skills and timing, and