NETWORKING
The APIA Spoken Word Summit proved a great opportunity to network. Rob Ascalon (click previous and next for more) from the Seattle slam team would like us to do anti-oppression workshops (like CCC/DPE trainings) for APIA artists.
CELEBRATING
After the 2Tongues final show, 50+ summit folks took over the patio at bar louie's. A waitress' worst nightmare: large group of excited, lightweight drunks, who don't know what they want to order, move around constantly, hush the crowd to spit poetry, and request separate checks. And who bust out a guitar to start a sing-along.
"These are my people," I said.
This is life: hanging with friends and family, laughing, eating good food, and talking shit.
National Poetry Slams were, um, interesting. I tried using the "it's my birthday" angle to get priority to read at the erotica slam, but the host wasn't feeling me.
POETING
That's okay, we cyphered on the street corner: I spit a piece about how I love poets. Then Jaylee dropped a blunt and nasty and funny poem about how he loves to lick...
After some smart ass remark, the photographer snapped a shot of me walking under a vienna sausage sign. (You can't read it, but it says eat me.)
Robert Karimi was a funny panda. As my birthday escort, he ensured that I had enough steak at his bbq, rocky road ice cream for dessert, cosmos at the after hours spot... and did a poem about lazy afternoons for me (again about licking).