Strange Dynamic

There's this strange dynamic going on in local Poetry right now. So many active venues and so few consistently active poets seems to be leading to factions. Odd juxtapositions of personalities. I sat in a local slam recently, and it felt like I was at Nats again, with most of the tables from Columbus and some foreign team hittin the stage. It was quite obvious who was welcome and who was not, who the crowd was behind and who they were not. I found it disturbing.

GeezLouise, I hope I never go sideways of a crowd, never go stepping all over other people's toes. Lorrrrd, let my goings be amenable to everyone I meet. We meet SO few fellow artists in this world. Heaven help us all if we go sideways of each other and lose the sense of family we all once knew.

I'm writing again!!!!!!! That's a change--for anyone who didn't realize I wasn't writing. Of course, none of what I'm writing right now is any GOOD, but at lest I'm writing. That's the first battle--getting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. Never letting that lifelong relationship end. Never letting children go unborn or seeds go unplanted. Constantly giving life to words that constantly give life. If we cease to do this, we die. A little something is lost every time we fail to walk this path without new art on our breaths and love in our hearts. It's all about the love, people. It's about the love. (And anyone who thinks I mean romantic is on the wrong blog.)