Monday, May 21, 2007
Poetry wars are more fun than any other kind. I love them. At one point, I thought I just wasn't up to them anymore. After all, it is very sad to fight about poetry. Poetry saddens many often; war, too. The thing is, though, everyone loves a good war from time to time.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends.
On Saturday, many original Trainwreckers were about. It's nice to see Pablo is still the life of the party. It's nice to see Jason Bolton is still keeping it blurry. It's nice to see Sara Mumolo is still the one who keeps us smiling. It's nice to see Mo, who is so nice that people are warmer in her presence. It's nice to see that there is still a scene of poets and artists who want something other than a popularity contest. People who are about the craft and the fun. There is no replacement for such things. It doesn't matter whose boots you lick if you're not having fun. I wish that everyone felt this way. It's nice to be nice, but don't fake it. Don't fake it. Don't fake it.