ROOOOOOOOAR!
Hi! So, I never updated about the poetry reading I attended. It was aces, really. Jakiela is just an awesome writer, reader, and a huge supporter of the chicken and so... I felt at ease. Well, not at first. My legs were shaking, and in that sense, maybe I was kind of having sex with the audience, you know? Poetry is so personal, and even the most seemingly simple line is complicated by my thoughts. Hmmm...
I loved the experience, but it was really hard trying to explain why I do what I do to Dana, who came with Nikki, and then asked me questions on the ride home.
"So you do you get credit for class or something?"
"No."
"Well, it wasn't for school?"
"No."
"Sooo.... why did you do it?"
"To get my name out there, known, like any other artists, you know?"
"I see. So what are you going to do with poetry?"
Blah. I wish I had a better plan. I wish I would've studied something tangible and career-oriented. It's like my uncle who gets reemed for living the artist's life (guitar player). He's getting old now, and has spent his whole life driving cab just to make enough money to live and play. Though I do not think there is anything wrong with it if he is happy... "But he's so smart," my grandparents say. Supposedly he had this way-genius IQ. And see, they see me as educated and so they praise me. But really, I'm just like him... only with a piece of paper still in cardboard stuffed in the cornermost end of my closet.
*shrugs*
I loved the experience, but it was really hard trying to explain why I do what I do to Dana, who came with Nikki, and then asked me questions on the ride home.
"So you do you get credit for class or something?"
"No."
"Well, it wasn't for school?"
"No."
"Sooo.... why did you do it?"
"To get my name out there, known, like any other artists, you know?"
"I see. So what are you going to do with poetry?"
Blah. I wish I had a better plan. I wish I would've studied something tangible and career-oriented. It's like my uncle who gets reemed for living the artist's life (guitar player). He's getting old now, and has spent his whole life driving cab just to make enough money to live and play. Though I do not think there is anything wrong with it if he is happy... "But he's so smart," my grandparents say. Supposedly he had this way-genius IQ. And see, they see me as educated and so they praise me. But really, I'm just like him... only with a piece of paper still in cardboard stuffed in the cornermost end of my closet.
*shrugs*