Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Poetry night.

The thing about poetry readings is that it's really hard to tell if someone's poetry is good or not. It seems so arbitrary. Everyone gets the same applause, but you don't really know if that's politeness or actual appreciation. Certainly, there is appreciation of the courage to get on stage and read your personal thoughts. But that doesn't make it good.  I'm not claiming to be an authority, but part of me really wants a rubric for good poetry.  In the end, I suppose it doesn't matter. Just like pretty much everything else, and you like it or don't and it's all subjective.

I read last night. And it was awkward. Probably because I didn't read actual poetry but random shit I wrote including a screenplay (very short) and a short story (very short). And a one liner. And a rambling mess of ideas about truth.

Then someone gave me a jesus card.
I said, "Thank you."
We went our separate ways.

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