Thanks, Ed. I won't go Green because the Ohio Green candidate for governor is a real nimrod and independent doesn't allow me to work more thoroughly in campaigns of people I believe in like Jennifer Brunner, who I met when I interviewed her in Meet The Bloggers during her Sec. of State run, and my good friend Tim Russo who is running for a seat in the new Cuyahoga County Council. Both are Dems and I am limited by law in my capacity as an outside party member. more so for Tim.
Thanks for reading, Ed. Since I don't post much I'm always surprised when someone notices. See you Saturday in Kent.
I know I said this verbally last night over beers and solving world problems, however, it's important that I mention today, after my head has cleared.... The performance last night was effortlessly clever, fun and thoughful. Both you Nick's performance was last night was amazing. I think this was one of the best readings I've seen, thus far. I loved how you played off of the other; alwasy touching on light-heartedness, while still managing to delve into the deep thoughtful themes of love, loss and the of course, contemplation about life. Your body language, verbal skills and timing further illuminated the overwhelming mutual respect and a deep regard for the other's talent. Very nicely done. Bravo!
p.s. Bravo! This also translates the same in French. :-)
Now here's a perfect example boys and girls when a great writer should not write when he's so obviously recovering from being over-served from the night before: case in point - ALOT? Lucsciousness (lusciouyness?) What in the world happened there? Smiling.
p.s. My head hurt today too. I thougt it best not to write.
Good evening. I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.
I am from Japan and too poorly know English, tell me whether I wrote the following sentence: "Sometimes it takes more than one menstrual cycle of unprotected intercourse to achieve pregnancy."
Where's the wahbulance? is it in the pospital? I'll be at the Lit poetry reading and kick your ass with my soccer cleats you simpleton. You just watch. I've been there for a long time watching you and that turd-burglar Dick Fake-ner hold your dumb-ass poetry "readings". Everyone knows real poetry readings are held in coffee shops or book-stores, not in gay bars in Tremont with loud-mouthed foul-languaged drunk failed businessmen pretending to introduce "poets" all the while being video-taped to feed the egos of you and sad-sack.
Cleveland and it's poetry "scene" can eat a big steaming bowl of my hominy and pork gravy, sizzledick.
Yep... wasn't asked to read... guess I'm not "underground" enough- or maybe the organizers don't see me as a poet. "You know... you're not really a poet... you're more of a __________". Whatever. When I told Casey that he should have invited me, I got this "oh well" response from him.
Fuck you, Cleveland. You can stick your poetry in your ass.
Steve, I'd like to thank you for bein' a part of it. It trully was a blast. Also, Brian will be puttin' up pictures and videos of the event as time warrants at www.zygoteinmycoffee.com so be sure to check that out.