Tag: Poetry

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Just wanted to elaborate on a little something I touched on in the previous entry which was initially sparked by a discussion on Phil West’s LiveJournal earlier this week: the question of emotion vs. polish or, a bit more esoterically, authentic vs. reflexive. In the simpler of the two debates, emotion vs. polish, I typically

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Today’s going to be a good one.

Mr. Lawnge’s remix of Queen’s Flash Gordon Theme is playing on my Launch station as I start writing this. 🙂 A busy week ahead as I’m taking two days off work to head up to SUNY-Oneonta for a feature on Wednesday night. Robb Thibault – Fargo, 1998 – runs the Student Union and invited me

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Taking a breather from another whirlwind day at work that will conclude with the aforementioned seminar with the greedy but nervous (don’t believe anyone that tells you the stock market has recovered) and me in a suit… Icewind Dale II is the shit! I’m not a big computer gamer – preferring the portability of my

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Charles Bukowski and I share a birthday. So does Madonna. Frank & Kathie Lee Gifford. Yes, both of them. Elvis died on my birthday. The roller coaster was patented on my birthday. Such seemingly random events occuring on August 16th explains a lot. I’m having trouble grasping the idea of being 34 years old, though.

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

So the great blackout of ’03 is fading into history and, while an interesting experience (and assuming the worst is really over), I can’t complain. The lights went out at my job at 4:13pm, just as I was in the initial stages of wrapping up the loose ends on everything I’m juggling before I leave

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Ever seen a shitstorm? Head on over to the poetry_slam listserve for a peek at one. Woah! I didn’t start it for once but damn if I didn’t throw a few tough ones to the body! I really hate that list because it brings out the worst in me. I’m admittedly contentious and have rarely

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Totally forgot to put this out there: Word Street has launched! That’s the poetry/spoken word magazine I’ve been hinting at for awhile that I was writing the article on slam’s relevance for. This issue is kind of a sampler, a web-only teaser, but the hope is for the first print edition to publish in October.

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Must see: http://www.bushflash.com/dlc.html While I don’t buy the Kucinich-Dean parallel, it’s a pretty powerful piece of propaganda. I’m watching the AFL-CIO / Working Families Forum on C-SPAN right now, featuring all nine candidates and it’s been a bit of an eye-opener so far. Interestingly, it’s being held at the Navy Pier in Chicago where this

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

“[Marc] announced a three-year sabbatical in ’99; by the fall of 2001 he was back. Without him, he says, things had gotten so bad that this year’s 14th annual National Poetry Slam… wouldn’t be happening otherwise.” “He says that some of the people who tried to step in while he was gone were looking to

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Fulano, comic books and…porn stars?

Friday’s feature went really well. Ended up being a 20-minute set but, not knowing til the last minute, I’d prepared a flexible enough list beforehand (aka Down the Hatch: 2 beers, atomic wings & waffle fries!) and was pretty comfortable dealing with the time limit. Mixed some really old with some brand new as I

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