Much to do of an evening

Lo! My evenings filled, yea each one among them, and I was imprisonéd far from the warming glow of the internet!

Hm. I'm going to start with the first one I remember, when the lovely arenson9 came to Berkeley Wednesday before last and I met up with him at a poetry slam. We had a splendid and useful chat, and I am happy to think on it. :)

Then, the poetry slam! First I'd ever been to, and I had the luck to be randomly picked one of the judges. Muahahaha. My criteria were along the lines of, Looked at audience? Avoided cliche? Had deft bits of wordplay? I was never the judge offering the highest score, but not consistently the lowest-scorer either, so I figured I got it right.

The slam itself was fun, though the second round, where the top five scorers in the first round did their second poem, made it clear that there was a powerful gravity well in poetry slams; and that well manifests in the form of a poet hunched over to the left with his right hand held fingers together, elbow at a 90º angle, emphasizing his WORDS at the ends of his LINES; and that good slam poets fight constantly against the suck of that well by doing many rehearsals of their best poem.

Good times. I'm glad arenson9 and I got to see something like that.

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