Tonight at the Asylum

I read "Saints Reflect…" and "Total Recall."

Both went over well, but with "Total Recall,"  I was the most nervous I’ve been about reading a poem onstage in a long, long time.  I’m not far enough along in terms of distance from the subject matter to be able to truly perform the piece well. 

A couple of people have suggested that it might be better to keep it as a page only piece.  Maybe eventually, it will be; maybe it will always work better on page.  But I still need to read that out loud for a while, for me, if for no one else.

Of course, this means I’ll be reading it on Wednesday at the Cantab, when I’m there for dkeali_i ‘s feature.  And probably on Sunday in Nantucket as well.  I need to put this into perspective.

In other news, I almost got run over by Foghat today at the Woodstock Fair.  Yes, you read that right.  No, I’m not going to explain it; trust me, the explanation’s much less interesting than the sentence.

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Quick poem:

the next time
someone asks me
to explain the difference between
what I do and what a real poet does,

I will explain that a real poet
would punch them in the mouth
for asking that question,

like this.