So I went to the slam semifinals (round one) tonight. What a night of fine poetry! Nines plus for every poem, and well-deserved. Just narrowly eliminated were some poets of true originality and light. This has been such a year at the Vancouver Poetry Slam, with new people challenging, and audience/judge tastes shifting, I think.
Luckily it's not the only show in town, but sometimes it feels that way. So instead of wishing for my friends that they could have gone to the finals and made the team, I will wish that they will find or make opportunities for something even better and more fulfilling in the next few months.
It's some kind of problem when you are surrounded by so much good and not every single kind can be called best. Something good will come of it. Something good.
Feature poet Reeves was adorable and smart and funny. Jack McCarthy was there too - such a sweet surprise and a knock-down sacrifice poet. It's hard to believe we get to see these poets at work even when we stay home in Vancouver.
question: if you try some times could you possibly get what you need?
mompoet - ac-centuate the positive
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