A recent discussion going on at Gotpoetry has made me realize that I’m so far out of step with the slam world these days that there’s no real going back.

I still think the audience that gathers around slam is my audience, but I’m such a fucking relic these days that I fear I’m never going to be heard as clearly as I could be elsewhere.

What’s left? I don’t know, but I’m not sure I’ve got the energy to find out or to help create the new world.

All I have left is figuring out what my legacy will be. At least as far as this world is concerned, I’m just old news. Why do I keep beating my head against it?

I barely have energy to take care of myself these days, anyway.

I know I’ve said all these things before, and will likely say them again. Then again, you only say over and over again what you don’t want to believe is true. So I guess I’m doomed to the curmudgeon’s role, here and elsewhere.