A long day with some unexpected travel and such. I’m tired as hell, so no Cantab for me tonight, which bums me out a bit to say the least — Regie Gibson being one of the few poets I can see feature more than once a year (hell, I think I might be able to see him four or five times a year at least and would be willing to test the limits far more often).
I finally got paid for all the work I did in November and December — when you think of it, it’s only about five weeks after the dates so the pay cycle’s not bad for contract work. A good chunk of change, even after I pay off bills and such.
Still thinking about creating an over-30 slam here in Worcester. Put it in a bar, once a month, with a 100 dollar cash prize. Maybe use iWPS format. Maybe not. Enforce the age limit strongly. Maybe put together a team for regional competitions. Maybe not.
I want to create a place for those of us who, after much study, have determined that “emo” is just a synonym for “young,” and who believe that the poetry scene is way too “emo.”
And maybe, just maybe, to create a place that people will want to pay some dues to get into.
Dark Matter 