I attended a poetry reading
I think that it is called Performance Poetry
It was non-competitive and non-censored. Maybe that should be re-considered. I was only moderately entertained. But i am not sure that i was supposed to be. Perhaps, the metaphors, the rhythmic mode of the speakers’ voice, the crescendo of the stanzas or the emotion of the poet is beyond my simple appreciation. Or my ability to care while sober and without a clove-induced buzz.
Some of the poetry was rather delightful. More reminded me of a fifth grade talent show.
Sometimes, I wonder what people are thinking when they share their poetry. Is it like having a pathology that compels you to crave attention and performance poetry is the only legitimate outlet for manipulating that attention? Is it like being uber-sexual and wanting everyone within the sound of your voice to have an orgasm or at least squirm in their seats?
I am sure that it does not matter. I was more annoyed at paying $10.00 at the door, regular price for accurately poured drinks, and constantly hearing the dj remind the audience to be quiet. Perhaps, they were discussing the price of admission and the quality of drinks (a 500% jump from the previous poetry reading night).Last saturday, i thought i could listen to some R&B, some performance art and have a drink.
I am always uneasy when people read their poetry. I have several books of poetry on my bookshelf. Imagine my surprise while during a funeral I heard one of my favorite poems read as if it were original. I was appalled and mortified that someone would use this opportunity to express themselves.
Once when i was asked to provide a speech at a scholarship reception, i used a poem to relay my thoughts about the opportunities the scholarship had provided to me. I figure poetry is nice in some instance.
In honor of those men and women who put thought to paper and, their feelings to poetry and who ruined or assisted my buzz, I have written SEVERAL poems for you.
I have used capital letters where the emphasis should be. Spaces are pauses.
My Father's Gift
Hay does not NOURISH me
This FEVER will not SUBSIDE
I am one of FIVE Americans
Who need MEDS to survive
It’s NOT a forever cold
My sneeze is NOT contagious
I am NOT a freak
But my MUCOUS lasts for ages
Years of shots, PILLS and drops
To control my eternal rhinitis
My father’s gift,theses allergies
And every six MONTHS there’s sinusitis
Poem 2: My Sneeze
My suffering My RASH
My snot, my HIVES
My eyes, my TEARS
Poem 3: A Bitch, the Itch
Poem 4: You Suck
The trees, the grass
The pollen sucks
The mold, the mildew
The spores suck
The perfumes, the oils
The smell sucks
Make You suck
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I attended a poetry reading
Posted by The Frizzy Hooker at 5:10 PM
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
The Accidental Abstinence
According to an internet dictionary, Accidental means: "happening without intent or through carelessness and often with unfortunate results."
That would describe my state of abstinence. Although, it does seem strange to imply that it was careless inaction that has led me to this place. Really, I am just lazy. Or maybe it is because I don’t kiss. Okay, i really think that it started with an undiagnosed slow thyroid problem. Now that i am healthy, i have healthy urges. I just ignore them.
I know that some individuals abstain from sex for complex reasons such as religion or morality; for others is it simply a lifestyle choice. I don’t dislike sex, I am just lazy. Incredibly lazy. I haven’t had sex for more than three years. I haven’t had good sex in more than four. In the past ten years, I have probably had sex seven times. I am not even averaging once a year. So really, what is the point?
You know those people who don’t drive? They waited so long to get a license or a car that they have a serious fear of getting into an accident. That is me. I have a serious fear of bad sex. Imagine breaking a fast and your first meal was spoiled. Cruelty.
Someone told me once, that it was unnatural to not have had sex in so long. She suggested that i need to talk to someone about it. How do you respond to a comment like that? What exactly was she suggesting? Or who?
I know that sex is perfectly natural, just haven’t fallen on anyone’s dick lately. Not really seeing it happen anytime soon, either.
I wouldn’t call it a choice. I would call it ....an unintentional consequence of being an educated, employed, homeowner that would rather watch a porno than bother with bad sex, a loser boyfriend or the wet spot.
Posted by The Frizzy Hooker at 12:43 PM