| Mall of Andy ( @ 2005-08-30 08:18:00 |
Itchy
I read at The Hideout last night---the first time I've read at a non-slam event in months and months. I almost never go to readings other than the slam, which is half by design, often by forgetfulness. And when all you do is slam, you forget what it's like to leave a stage without scores popping up. Turns out, I like that. And then you also get to see poems you'd never see---like this girl, Jen, covering Barbara Adler, and Chris and Luv premiering a group piece, and Danny's weird fish poem, and my lovely Sarah's biting tongue.
How do you slammers feel about open mics?
Leaving there, though, I thought about London. And Dublin. Walking down Congress at night, the streets almost empty, the Capitol looming ahead, I realized how itchy I am to leave. And not because I don't love it here, but because I do.
I read at The Hideout last night---the first time I've read at a non-slam event in months and months. I almost never go to readings other than the slam, which is half by design, often by forgetfulness. And when all you do is slam, you forget what it's like to leave a stage without scores popping up. Turns out, I like that. And then you also get to see poems you'd never see---like this girl, Jen, covering Barbara Adler, and Chris and Luv premiering a group piece, and Danny's weird fish poem, and my lovely Sarah's biting tongue.
How do you slammers feel about open mics?
Leaving there, though, I thought about London. And Dublin. Walking down Congress at night, the streets almost empty, the Capitol looming ahead, I realized how itchy I am to leave. And not because I don't love it here, but because I do.