Posted 6/6/2012 5:08 AM (GMT 0)
Went to a coffee house with a friend and read my poetry to a crowd of about 30 people. And they loved it! I have never done this before. I was nervous. All my poems were on shreds of paper so I carried the clump up to the stage, read one and tossed it on the floor and so on. And they liked that part of it. So my disorganization became an asset! Anyway, it was really fun. I was so nervous I almost threw up and my hands were shaking afterwords...but I did it!!! Yay!
And yesterday I was suicidal. Oh the rolling bipolar frantic panic that grooves this insane rockin' poet!
Ok so for everybody else. I dare you to go to a poetry coffee night and try it. There were people singing bluegrass, a lady on a guitar, an old man telling a war story, a slam poet, a bar bouncer talking about hitting people over the head with pool sticks. Anything goes! And no alcohol served there so it was a safe bet for me!
Yay me.
I think God or whatever you want to call it...or the meaning of life...is to just be happy!