Today I went to a poetry reading at the Cabaret Cafe. I didn't read anything, although I certainly could have. Most of the poetry was of the telling-not-showing kind, although some of it kicked ass. An old lady who read near the beginning was the best. Her stuff was really bold and dignified. I want to be her someday
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Anyway, I miss the Southwest. and I definitely agree with you about amateur poets being vulnerable, which I don't think is necessarily a bad thing - I've read five poems from Interlochenites that look like they were turned out by a (good) poetry machine. sigh.
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