I got knocked out of the Last Poet Standing.
The reading went pretty well, I felt like I did in my delivery but I felt that I was one of the only poets who didn't go for pop culture references and humor. I was hoping that since it was a poetry competition I would be rewarded for writing poetry rather than putting together a rhyming stand-up routine. (that being said, there were some good, thought-provoking poems that were read)
I was actually feeling pretty down about the whole thing, mostly because I can't seem to force myself to write poetry unless I have some sort of deadline hanging over my head, and now I don't have that any more.
I did run into a few students today who had seen me read and said it was a travesty that I didn't make it to the next round. Because the audience ballot said to vote for the two worst poems and the best, one student even suggested that the voting had become political and some voted to eliminate competition rather than voting honestly (certainly never an allegation I would make, but I still find it to be a comforting thought :)
In any case, it's over and done, and I think I'm glad I did it. I really wish that I could force myself to write poetry without a deadline (I wish even more that I just couldn't keep myself from writing poetry) but I guess that's life.
Thanks to anyone who at least wished they could be there. :)
I'm gonna drown my sorrows in my newest obsession. Which I guess I should mention is rated "M" for Mature. And blood. Lots of blood.
*Note* I honestly didn't mean for that to sound as creepy as it does...
I not only wished to be there; I yearned to be there. It is a travesty, but maybe you could create your own poetry deadlines on this blog? Yes?
ReplyDeleteBut under what deadline? I seem to require tangible deadlines!
ReplyDeleteI wish that I could have been there too! I am sure that you did wonderfully. I read it and loved it. You are wonderful.
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