Radio

As part of an event with MIC-CLUB,(the open mic I have been going to for the past month and a half)I was interviewed and read one of my poems on an internet radio show. No it was not Radiolab or This American Life, not yet.I was super nervous but check it out nonetheless. My interview is on PART 3 and you can skip to minute 35 or just skip forward until you hear an Irish woman by the name of Frances, the engineer of MIC-CLUB. Enjoy!

http://www.centannibroadcasting.com/id63.html

20/20 Vision

Such a pity
You were so pretty
I used to wear you like a crown
but now I just frown
at the twisted and ugly image before me
you used to bring clarity to my day
and protect me from the pain
without you I just may go insane
but alas you're not one in a million
yet a fluke of some lazy design
one may even say a joke
it sucks when your glasses broke

What doesn't kill you, gives you something to write about tomorrow

Shakespeare once said "Parting is such sweet sorrow", through the voice of Juliet. I believe writing is a more accurate device for sorrow. In as much as a month I haven't been moved to write in the least bit. On the contrary I could not stop myself from smiling and seeing beauty everywhere I looked. I wonder is sadness really the source of all writing? It is almost as if when there is plenty to dwell on and to affix myself to negativity writing is my only savior. It feels like with every word written a weight is being lifted off of my shoulders. And yet when the sun is shinning and laughter is my theme music, writing looks as if to bring me back into the shadows. Maybe this is why so many writers drink, and abuse drugs, they cannot find inspiration unless their lives are a mess and spinning out of control.
Even such jubilant writers such as David Sedaris has woven his funny tales from a tapestry of addiction, and fucked up life events. I wonder would he be a success if he didn't go through so much shit? If he never worked at Macy's that fateful Christmas season where would he be right now? I guess the real point is not whether or not so called "negative life experience" makes you a better writer or gives you material to use, but whether or not that experience is manufactured by your own means or part of your predetermined path. No matter what life will throw shit at you, and if it hasn't come yet, wait until May 21st. Regardless of how many times you smile or frown a day or how much money is in your bank account or if you even have one to begin with, it's all about what you do with those experiences.
Every day we have choices. Starting today I will write. I will write when I have tears streaming down my face that burn from sorrow, I will write when my sides hurt from laughing too hard, no matter what, I will write.