Dark Matter

so I think the tattoo is even more a necessity now.

Body modification occasionally feels like the best way forward.

I recall that when Roger Bonair-Agard cut his dreads, I saw him at a show we were doing in NYC and asked him why. He said that the hair “locked up a lot of energy” he felt he needed to release. I understood it implicitly.

So I’m keeping the long hair, will probably grow it longer, and I definitely am on the hunt for the next tat.

Keep it or lose it? I’ve been thinking about going back to the damn-near-shaved look I always sported before this.

I will have to think about this one for a long, long time…

http://www.nysun.com/article/34252

Anyone know the Irish singer/songwriter Damien Dempsey? I saw him on Saturday night and was pretty impressed.

What and where?

I have two small ones: the word “poet” on my right shoulder, the word “mestizo” on my left.

Any thoughts? I’m partial to words in monochrome, lower case, in Courier. Needs to be relatively work safe, too — I have no objections to people knowing I have tattoos, but when you’re working for yourself in the corporate world, you need to be somewhat careful.

you really get behind on your friends’ list.

I know that’s an obvious statement, but it’s a little overwhelming — so you can assume I’ve missed the last week or so of all your posts, and I can’t possibly catch up…sorry. Anything critical I should know, hit me up backchannel.

off to an irish festival today with friends.

no one has signed up for the online course, and the dead line is tomorrow. i will likely have to cancel it. i’m sad about that.

linger in bed awhile
then lift myself

in the mirror i see
a red assed monkey
i stare at him for a long time

drink a glass of cloudy water
pick a shirt with no horizontal stripes
stick my feet into tight shoes
the prints left behind will be smaller than expected

think of all the meals planned and forever unmade
the bed lying tomcatted open to public view
my walls detaching from the ceiling
in all their blue flocked glory

point theory says
there’s a direct line
between bottles on the table,
blanket on the stool,
albums strewn at the whim of music,
and the way i stand
humming TV jingles in the half lit living room

there’s purity in
a clutter of symbols

still no reliable access at home.

i’m at the Hut posting this.

expect updates to be sporadic until such time that we get it fixed.

grrr.

from here for a couple days — nothing big, just running away to recharge a bit. back by the weekend, I suspect.

Finally, back online. Not sure for how long, as the cable guy didn’t find anything specific.

I’ll take what I can get.

The team is:

Gary Hoare
Eric Urban
Erin Jackson
Bobby Gibbs

Finishing out of the running:

Joe (Gigglez)
Ryk McIntyre
Sean Conlan
Dick Navis

No particular order.

Judges are all over the place…I think every judge has given the low score at one point or another. We do have one consistently tough judge, but she’s far from the only one handing out low scores.

Second round and we’re still regularly seeing scores in the 6-7 range. Cool.

There was one poem that was revolting…and it got the high score of the night so far…ugh.

NOTE: Couple of judges changed for the third round.

This is one fuck of an interesting slam…all bets are off so far…

I’m blogging tonight from the Worcester finals.

Don’t expect scores or color commentary — I never pay attention to the scores until the end. But I’ll post the winners as soon as they’re confirmed.

This has been a bulletin from ESPN: the Extreme Slam Poetry Network.