The reading at Hastings went over well. It was afterwards that ruined the night for me, Jyg, Philosopher, Bell and The Squid. It was so horrible that I had to call El Senor to come over from Newmans, a bar right across the street, to make sure the menace wasn't still outside. But more on that later.
I read a few poems, three actually, at the reading. I intended to be prepared, but things got in the way. I suppose I'm not feeling too well. I gathered up a few poems before heading off to Hastings with Jyg and her sister Bel. As we area walking, El Senor parks his car and I go over and meet up with him. It's apparent we are the first of a few poets to make the scene. Lady Mariposa enters, followed by the hostess and a group of other poets, writes, press runners and artists. All we need is the opium and we could have a philosophical, yet poetic, conversation.
The hostess asks all the feature readers to fill out an introduction sheet so she can introduce us. I've never had to write my own intro before, so I'm looking at the blank sheet as Philosopher tells me to write I'm a superhero who was bitten by a radioactive ant and El tells me to write that I'm God. Both seem rather appeasing, however I write:
The poems I belt out: "Lost Child," a speech to my brother, the alcoholic; "In Dedication to the 79% Who Voted for the Ban," a political piece about same-sex marriages; and "Mental Cage," a poem about my depression.
The poetry part went well and after all was said and done, Jyg, Bel and I went to meet up with Philosopher, while El Senor went across the street to enjoy a drink at Newman's. However, that didn't end there.
I read a few poems, three actually, at the reading. I intended to be prepared, but things got in the way. I suppose I'm not feeling too well. I gathered up a few poems before heading off to Hastings with Jyg and her sister Bel. As we area walking, El Senor parks his car and I go over and meet up with him. It's apparent we are the first of a few poets to make the scene. Lady Mariposa enters, followed by the hostess and a group of other poets, writes, press runners and artists. All we need is the opium and we could have a philosophical, yet poetic, conversation.
The hostess asks all the feature readers to fill out an introduction sheet so she can introduce us. I've never had to write my own intro before, so I'm looking at the blank sheet as Philosopher tells me to write I'm a superhero who was bitten by a radioactive ant and El tells me to write that I'm God. Both seem rather appeasing, however I write:
[My Name]I wonder if that works, and I gave it to hostess who smiled at my poor attempt to write. And as always, I am the first reader up, but not because it's going by importance, but because it's a random list. Thankfully, when Lady Mariposa, a well known reader of the Valley, follows me, it gives me the satisfaction that I'm not the novice in this world. A few others read, and then it's open mic with El Senor and two other people. Raving Press is there and I'm intrigued by them as El and I wanted to start our own press. I'm also intrigued because I have the Cannabis Chronicles being written and I would really love to publish a zine twice a year. I hope they contact me soon enough.
Just is. He's a writer of the profane. And apparently really bad at writing intros. He's also a superhero.
The poems I belt out: "Lost Child," a speech to my brother, the alcoholic; "In Dedication to the 79% Who Voted for the Ban," a political piece about same-sex marriages; and "Mental Cage," a poem about my depression.
The poetry part went well and after all was said and done, Jyg, Bel and I went to meet up with Philosopher, while El Senor went across the street to enjoy a drink at Newman's. However, that didn't end there.
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