Jul. 31st, 2009

crazyjane: (poetry)
Last night was another Blue Velvet poetry slam. I actually thought I did pretty well - the first poem was a little weak. It works for open mic, but slam needs a bit more, well, 'punch'. No pun intended. Actually, pun definitely intended. So there. Ner.

As it's an aggregate score to determine finalists, I guess I'll be attending several more between now and December. I'm doing okay - one win, one third, and last night was fourth. This will probably sound arrogant, but I think I would have come second had one of the competitors not brought a bunch of friends who thought it would be funny to give really low scores to the person they saw as his main competition, i.e. me. I nailed my third round - one of the best readings of that particular poem I've ever done. Their response was to nudge each other, giggle and smirk at me while giving me the lowest possible score. They also tried it on the eventual winner, but he was gaining such high scores all the way through that they couldn't knock him off the top spot.

I know it sounds like sour grapes, but let's put it this way. I have no problem with people voting perhaps a little higher for their friends. It's natural. You like your friend's work, you're inclined to be a little more generous. But this was deliberately attempting to use the voting system to ruin another competitor's chances. It's not on. Vote the merit of the piece.

But on a happier note, I was surprised and incredibly flattered to be asked to take part in an invitation slam being held at the Spinning Room next Tuesday. It's being sponsored by Overland Literary Journal and by the Parliament of World Religions. Anyone can attend as part of the audience (and therefore, be a judge), but competitors are specifically invited to take part. So colour me really pleased.

Then the organiser of that slam informed me that he was also setting up a series of 'featured poets' to perform at the Spinning Room later this year. Would I be interested in being a featured poet, because he'd really like to see me perform more of my work?

Would I??? Is a bear a Catholic?!

So, between those, and my intention to compete in Overload Poetry Festival's Babble Slam, I'm hopefully going to be doing a lot of performance poetry in the near future. Which is good, because it's going to make me write more. This week was particularly productive - three parts to my 'Persephone' suite, two stand-alone poems and a submission for John Birmingham's 'epic poet laureate' challenge. The latter was particularly weird - trying to think in terms of post-apocalyptic American patriotism. Quite a fun exercise, in the end, and hopefully not too cliched.

All that kinda makes up for the fact that workshopping my poetry suite project is proving to be all sorts of frustrating and depressing. Mind you, it's getting written nonetheless!

Oh, and [personal profile] 17catherines? Today's little in-class assignment? Spend ten minutes writing in a language other than English. My Hebrew deserted me, so I put together a very strange little piece in French. The grammar, mind you, is a little wonky - I didn't have time to ransack my fading memory for the proper rules, so be kind - but I thought you might get a giggle out of it.

Cécile a dix-sept ans. Elle est tres jolie, mais aussi tres desolée. Pour Cécile, la vie est une monde sans soleil. Aujourd’hui, Cecile va a la domicile de la Maîtresse de la Maison des Arbres, dans la forêt noir. Elle veut a sais le nom de l’homme avec les yeux bleus dans le fenêtre. Elle adore l’homme, mais l’homme ne sais pas Cécile.

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