Spirit of BMC
I kind of feel...exhausted isn't the right word, I don't know what is though. All of the Black Mountain College stuff is over with which I am forever great full for. I felt like we had been building up to it for so long it was nice to actually have it kind of climax and end. And while I felt like I had been super busy the whole time I look back and think 'holy crap I really didn't do that much'! Which is a little depressing sure, but I'll get over it.
Anyway, so I was in charge of the Belk Centrum space, because it's really the only space I felt even some what comfortable in. Of course all the cool stuff happened elsewhere, I was stuck with all the poets, which would have been cool if I didn't feel like I was being talked down to the whole time. I'm sure it's not what they intend to do, but when a poet starts talking about nature and starts to use words I'm pretty sure I can't even spell I begin to feel intimidated. Maybe that's the point, maybe, I don't know.
There was one poet I did like however. Ted Pope, who has a rather...energetic and disarming stage presence. There was something about the way he read his own work that allowed me to actually understand it. I really appreciated that, specially after hearing a bunch of stiff poets who looked as if that were making themselves fall asleep. Some people can not deliver, specially their own material which baffles me to no end. Anyway. Yeah Ted Pope was amazing, reminded me of my uncle for some reason... I got two of his Cds which I fully intend to pay for (he told us that if we didn't have any money we could just take a CD but I feel like if we like them we should contribute Dad suggested I send a check or something I might just do that IDK) anyway there's just something about him, the way he reads a page crumples it in his hand then throws it to the ground, or maybe the fact that he seems to unprepared, like he didn't really expect anyone to show up to listen to him. Something about it all just relaxes you and really allows you to open up to his imagery which is grittier and more culture saturated then the others I heard. You could tell he was saying something, but trying to do it in a way that you would understand, that wouldn't alienate you. And I really appreciated that.
Anyway, so I was in charge of the Belk Centrum space, because it's really the only space I felt even some what comfortable in. Of course all the cool stuff happened elsewhere, I was stuck with all the poets, which would have been cool if I didn't feel like I was being talked down to the whole time. I'm sure it's not what they intend to do, but when a poet starts talking about nature and starts to use words I'm pretty sure I can't even spell I begin to feel intimidated. Maybe that's the point, maybe, I don't know.
There was one poet I did like however. Ted Pope, who has a rather...energetic and disarming stage presence. There was something about the way he read his own work that allowed me to actually understand it. I really appreciated that, specially after hearing a bunch of stiff poets who looked as if that were making themselves fall asleep. Some people can not deliver, specially their own material which baffles me to no end. Anyway. Yeah Ted Pope was amazing, reminded me of my uncle for some reason... I got two of his Cds which I fully intend to pay for (he told us that if we didn't have any money we could just take a CD but I feel like if we like them we should contribute Dad suggested I send a check or something I might just do that IDK) anyway there's just something about him, the way he reads a page crumples it in his hand then throws it to the ground, or maybe the fact that he seems to unprepared, like he didn't really expect anyone to show up to listen to him. Something about it all just relaxes you and really allows you to open up to his imagery which is grittier and more culture saturated then the others I heard. You could tell he was saying something, but trying to do it in a way that you would understand, that wouldn't alienate you. And I really appreciated that.