Remember the Open Room?
Been sent some interesting names for the show so far, with early favorites Performance Anxiety, Breaking Form and Word of Mouth. Send more. Haven’t heard back from Jackie Sheeler yet about the length of tomorrow’s feature so I’m getting a little antsy about my set. There’s a big difference between 20, 30 and 45-minute sets.
Hanging With The Anti-Clique
Work Is Love Haiku Four foot eleven I love her like few others Ishle is the bomb! Ishle’s CD release party for Work Is Love was a lot of fun. It was the first time I’d hosted something at the Bowery Poetry Club and a nice turnout (Ishle’s always had a strong following, though the
Wednesday is new comic book day!
So I’ve gotten into yet another flame war with Danny Solis on the poetry_slam list. Why can’t I just leave that shit alone? The whole PSI thing, I mean. Solis is this big-ass, dreadlocked Mexican poet, currently out of Albuquerque, NM. If you saw SlamNation, he’s on the Austin team, in that fun little group
Fulano, Live!
Have you ever heard me live? Fulano. Listen to the live version, recorded at the 1999 NPS Semi-Finals when we were facing the Nuyorican in the most intense slam I’ve ever been in. The studio version, done on minidisc in Soft Skull’s original Shortwave store in Tonic, sucks. There’s also the nycSLAMS and 5 PAST
“Did u really kill biggie smalls?”
Now THIS is weird. For me, at least, who’s more used to technical emails (“how do I get booked at…,” “how do I get published…,” etc.) than personal ones. Today, I got two separate emails asking about my poem, Confessions of a Serial Killer. It’s an old poem that I wrote back in 1997 and
The Freshmen
I love this song, although, reading the lyrics, I realized I had no clue what the hell it’s about! Abortion, maybe? Definitely a suicide in there. THE VERVE PIPE The Freshmen When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. -Thomas Jefferson Some would say – and have, at times – that I’ve always lived something of a charmed life, had luck on my side, a guardian angel watching over me. I’ll be the first to
Ack! I was really disappointed in my reading last night. Came off really flat, zero energy. Got thrown a little by the need to pick my last piece ahead of time for the light cues. I usually like to flow with what comes before me, finalizing what I’ll read based on what’s already come. Between
This is Not Goodbye
Last night was a lot of fun. A bit too much, maybe, as my hungover ass stayed home today! Shappy beat me 3-2 in the head-to-head. I won the Star Wars round (!) and the imitation round, he took the other three. Every round was split 3-2 except for the imitation where I won all
ser·en·dip·i·ty
ser·en·dip·i·ty the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for. Omar is a bad man. Bad. Appealing to the geek in me, he dropped the idea of a fan fiction-type project in my head – writing our own versions of comic books online – and it’s like the time I was