Vermillion

Mar 28, 2009 13:28

That Vermillion audience was the coldest I ever read to.

I went on to what you might call a smattering of polite applause.

I thought about pulling a Stacy Dyson and saying, "I DROVE TWO HOURS AND YOU CAN'T GIVE ME ANY MORE LOVE THAN THAT?"

But that seemed rude.

Pretty soon the applause (polite, smattering) between poems stopped entirely.

For once I didn't think it was my fault, though. Didn't look for a life preserver, either. Just gave them the best I had.

I picked and selected the funniest, the best poems I have for 25 minutes' worth.

I cannot memorize a poem but my brain remembers strange random things. Like Sarah on her Tour in Milwaukee (?) talking about calling her Mom to tell her "They don't get my poetry." Like Matt's slam nationals journal where the team picked the "wrong" poem (how can there be such a thing?) and "the audience sits and thinks about what kind of ice cream they want."

Not that I compare myself to them.

I'm still happy I did it.

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