About Last Night
Had a good crowd at last night's reading. Lots of people who don't normally (or ever) attend poetry readings. I like those crowds. They tend to actually consider your poems, or at the very least express that consideration instead of mumbling "Why is she reading? I should be the one up there."
Or at least that's what I mumble to myself at poetry readings.
For instance, several people wanted to speak to me about my "unusual" words.
Human: There was one strange word in particular I wanted to ask you about, what was it?
Poet: Um, telewrath?
Poet: Gloomporn, pyroassed bootyshawl?
Human: Oh god, no, even I could figure that out . . . oh wait, I remember, Woe-Dodo, what the heck is a woe-dodo?
I had a similar conversation regarding the word "Miscreant."
It was cool.
Host: Contessa Riggs
Dan Vera and Michael Gushue
who as you can see I keep my distance from because he writes some twisted shit and I'm somebody's mother.