Coaching again & some unplayed haikus
- The team meeting today for our Win & You're In bout was really solid! There is a lot of disparate Slam experience on this squad, so it's a challenge to juggle that in just a few weeks, but they're all solid workers and I care more about what they'll be like after the bout than I do if they win the bout. The bout's one night; Writers' Block open mics are forever. This really is my mantra this year for WB: Poets, let's up your game together.
- Here is the haiku that I am reasonably sure cost me the first round because it's 18 beats long:
VALET
Waiting for MY car
after dinner, a white
woman hands me her ticket.
I meant to change "ticket" to "keys", but that's what I get for rushing.
Some other haikus I didn't get to use:
UNTO LIKE WAR
She agrees: the war
is like rape. But she never
dreams about missles.
And one for Bill Campana (
campana ):
BOB ROSS HAIKU #12
Bob Ross is a white
man with a 'fro. Broham in
titanium white.
I'll post a few of the naughty ones over in my personal journal.
Also, you may have noticed I've been mentioning Arizona poet Bill Campana a lot lately. It's because I believe he is an awesome poet that fell through the Slam cracks because of his non-conformist style and his work really opened something up for me when I came into it head-on for an extended amount of time while doing a gig in Arizona a couple of months ago. His CD - all 3 discs of it - is a poetry class unto itself for anyone looking to figure out their poetic voice and how to engage a room. One of the most prolific poets I've ever met, and a great guy.
Cats who run venues: we should turn the world on its ear and everyone should just start trying to book him, even though he's not currently touring.
- Here is the haiku that I am reasonably sure cost me the first round because it's 18 beats long:
VALET
Waiting for MY car
after dinner, a white
woman hands me her ticket.
I meant to change "ticket" to "keys", but that's what I get for rushing.
Some other haikus I didn't get to use:
UNTO LIKE WAR
She agrees: the war
is like rape. But she never
dreams about missles.
And one for Bill Campana (
campana ):
BOB ROSS HAIKU #12
Bob Ross is a white
man with a 'fro. Broham in
titanium white.
I'll post a few of the naughty ones over in my personal journal.
Also, you may have noticed I've been mentioning Arizona poet Bill Campana a lot lately. It's because I believe he is an awesome poet that fell through the Slam cracks because of his non-conformist style and his work really opened something up for me when I came into it head-on for an extended amount of time while doing a gig in Arizona a couple of months ago. His CD - all 3 discs of it - is a poetry class unto itself for anyone looking to figure out their poetic voice and how to engage a room. One of the most prolific poets I've ever met, and a great guy.
Cats who run venues: we should turn the world on its ear and everyone should just start trying to book him, even though he's not currently touring.