A good feature by the Youth Slammers — some refreshingly interesting voices.

If the crowd had been a touch more enthusiastic, or less interested in socializing, or more drawn by the work in the open mike, or…who knows…they might have heard something cool.

It’s sad.

Always hard to assess the balance between rampant disinterest because of sheer ignorance or because of sheer boredom. Not sure what to say here about that — but I do think the passion that some of us have for poetry isn’t much of a factor in that reading anymore.

Poetry readings are just another trendy place to be. How odd, considering that when I was young they were decidedly untrendy. I think that was better in some ways — it was a guarantee of sorts that if you were there, being there mattered to you, and it mattered to you more than being anywhere else.

I’m not sure what else to say. Maybe I’m just an idiot to care that much?

“The Deadliest Catch” that is so addictive?