I know I’m a huge prophet of doom and gloom when it comes to the state of poetry, especially in my home town of Worcester … so it delights me to say that while listening last night and at the Youth Slam on Thursday, I’m finally realizing that there are some REALLY GOOD poets coming up from the ranks.

mstegosaurus‘s and akamuu‘s recent cheerleading about Worcester has made me re-examine some of my pessimism. Thanks, guys…

Apart from known-quantity-getting-even-better androidlustre, we’ve got the ever interesting Raphael (and his father Larry ain’t bad either — someone suggested they could be a slam tag team), Nick Davis, Vo, and several others.

Time for me to get back on my game, I think… 😉

Now, if we could get a few more women involved…

I read “Suicide Notes” at the Asylum tonight, came home to find my wife watching a movie about a man who can’t bring himself to open the suicide note his wife left behind.

He is addicted to huffing gas.

This is the second movie I’ve watched this weekend that includes gas huffing scenes. The first one centered around a gas huffing man who committed suicide without leaving a note.

It took place on an Indian reservation.

The first poem in the Fugue State poems I’m working on includes the words “Suicide” and “Indian reservation”.