analytical asshole!
I analyze myself. Too much. I should have been a psychologist to put some of my skills to use. Instead of doing what I am doing. Tonight I sort of stepped out of usual territory and found myself at the library in Catonsville. 2 poems in hand. 2 poems I wrote on a whim a few weeks ago. It was a poetry reading/workshop. I knew when I was going to read so I got really nervous. I thought about just leaving. I had second doubts before I even walked into the building. But the anxiety sort of felt good. I had done this years ago and I knew it would come back. And in my room I secretly have started reading out loud. The first poem was a train wreck I think my words began to enjamb with one another. The second poem I found my timing and it was perfect. I read about a dying poet in his last days regretting and sort of exaggerating his greatness. My voice was booming like thunder. And everyone loved it. And it felt good getting criticism but also receiving praise. People who write need positive and negative commentary. Most people that read my poetry say its great. I love it. Alright well what do you like about it? Well it's good. Ok thanks!
Sometimes I write things that I don't want people to get to see if anyone is paying attention. But no one cares or no one pays attention. Nonetheless Kurt Vonnegut passed and what perfect timing I was re-reading Slaughterhouse Five. And it meant alot more to me than it did in Middle School when I originally stumbled upon the classic. I sort of have this habit of really delving into an author's work as soon as they die. I also suffer from severe case of buying too many books that I don't get to read.
I think I'm applying to work at a library as a librarian because I can't think of a better job than being surrounded by books. I really think I need to make an effort to leave the state of MD sometime soon. I connected with this rather weird poet at the reading tonight. He was a sort of morbid in his writing sort of like Poe meets EE Cummings meets Dennis Hopper. All of his poems were about the sixties his reading voice sort of had this James Earl Jones/Darth Vader tone. And he had his own chapbook (poetry book, dorks!) with tons of pics he's taken throughout the years. Also he included a cd of him reading some of his poetry. Pretty revolutionary. And he lives right in Baltimore. We chatted for 20 minutes and he invited to some readings/workshops he goes to in the Baltimore area. I am really exciting delving into the poetry community again. Yeah!...um ok. I also met this girl. I think she's great.
Sometimes I write things that I don't want people to get to see if anyone is paying attention. But no one cares or no one pays attention. Nonetheless Kurt Vonnegut passed and what perfect timing I was re-reading Slaughterhouse Five. And it meant alot more to me than it did in Middle School when I originally stumbled upon the classic. I sort of have this habit of really delving into an author's work as soon as they die. I also suffer from severe case of buying too many books that I don't get to read.
I think I'm applying to work at a library as a librarian because I can't think of a better job than being surrounded by books. I really think I need to make an effort to leave the state of MD sometime soon. I connected with this rather weird poet at the reading tonight. He was a sort of morbid in his writing sort of like Poe meets EE Cummings meets Dennis Hopper. All of his poems were about the sixties his reading voice sort of had this James Earl Jones/Darth Vader tone. And he had his own chapbook (poetry book, dorks!) with tons of pics he's taken throughout the years. Also he included a cd of him reading some of his poetry. Pretty revolutionary. And he lives right in Baltimore. We chatted for 20 minutes and he invited to some readings/workshops he goes to in the Baltimore area. I am really exciting delving into the poetry community again. Yeah!...um ok. I also met this girl. I think she's great.