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“While we’re on the way to there”

this is that nebulous type blog posting that i always hate…

last night, a good friend shared his thoughts on my poetry and my writing instincts… he gushed all over them and called them both incredible.

all i can say is that it was good to hear that and it couldnt have come at a better time as i have been writing close to zip this whole summer.

as for the compliments, i was thinking how nobody wants to hear how quote-great-unquote they are but we are quick to jump on stage and accept a 10 from random strangers but are uncomfortable getting the equivalent response from a friend.

there is a lot of negativity associated with the poerty scene but when you can share a beer and some tostones with a friend that wants you to be the best that you can be… that makes life feel real good.

point of the post– if there is somone out there that you know and love who may need a word of encouragement… give it to em

“Beside me, to guide me To hold me”

woke up feelin’ like hell this morning. last night at 13 was just palin draining.

it’s incredible how much energy a poetry show can take from you. the first Acentos that i ever hosted had me laid out the whole next day, as if i had run a marathon. monday’s show was just so fucking low energy that it felt like i had to wildly clap each time someone finished on the mic or suffer the silence.

the open mic was the main culprit as it was devoid of any real spark.

taylor’s feature kicked ass. dropping covers, teaching math, exploring pi, and making the case for pure WATER! yes, the aristocrats may have theri ckae but WE will have our water, DAMN YOU!

the slam was equal parts doldrum and inspiration. we’ll leave the hate behind and focus on the final round– RAC vs ray vs jai.

most of the time you feel like slam is just a tool that lets the boiusterous rant theri way into the spotlight but this crew came at the crowd with sincerity, intricate word play, and innovative metaphor and, from the scorekeepers perch, were the clear favorites of a very diverse set of judges that were seriously harsh (as most slam judges should be).

congrats to the winners, as i raise my cup of coffee and salute them

NEWS FLASH

tomorrow’s feature at bar13 is not to be missed. taylor mali intends to drop more than a few surprises as he simultaneously promotes his new cd, “Conviction,” and his re-vamped one man show, “Teacher, Teacher,” playing at the Bowery Poetry Club. remember, you have been warned…

third time is the charm with the nuyo. willie perdomo’s set was fucking excellent!

reading from both Where a Nickel Costs a Dime and Smoking Lovely, willie opened up with “Reflections from the Metro North (1990)” and then proceeds to drop another seven poems from the new book. Smoking Lovely is a combo of old and new work so, as if he was reading this blog, willie also did “Spotlight at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe” with the added bonus of steve cannon taking his usual place at the end of the bar.

the full set was– “You pay for what you get but you never get what you pay for,” “seesaw,” “Word to Everything I Love,” “French Roast,” “Stop Signs,” “10 lb Draw,” “The New Bugaloo,” “Spotlight… ,” and book ended the set with “Reflections on the Metro North (Spring 1997)”

reading from the stool, never rushed, staying loose and entertaining with a touch of righteous indignation (“Word to Everything…” & “Spotlight…” disses the shit out of every slam wannabe), classic willie perdomo.

the slam continues to impress me as right from the jump i saw it was going to be a two way battle between t’ai freedom ford and desiree marshall. i met big dez last year at the nuyo when she WOOPED my ass in the slam with three well performed poems dealing with three completely different situations viewed from different perspectives. losing in slam isnt so bad when the poet is clearly coming with good shit. a year later, dez has only gotten better and was able to beat out t’ai (no small task) as well as prolific & krosswords (who were in over their heads). good thing i stuck around as i got to be the break poet and dropped the original version of “Capicu.” a poem that i am starting to fall in love with more and more as of late.

curious to see the october calendar as i am quickly getting used to seeing julio, pepe, and karen. hell, maybe i’ll even stick around and drop something at the open room mic.

Unconcious Mutterings

Herpes:: hell no!
Freddy:: jason
October:: u2
Hunting:: good will
MSN:: explorer
36:: flavas
Hotel:: room
Travesty:: robert deniros name is ‘taxi driver’
Health:: insurance
Conditions::ammendments

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