I’m dialing back, more and more. I don’t know who my audience is, I don’t know exactly why it is that I’m writing. I know that I’m no good at quitting it; I gave up giving up a while ago, but for as much as I feel no one is listening, I’m going to go with journalling. If I’m my audience, I may as well not be an exhibitionist about it.
I don’t have any grant apps out right now; I don’t have any submissions out. I’ve written four or five little poems in the past few days, something about knowing I have no intentions of competing with them- they’re not beautiful or elegant or world-changing. They’re just some little pieces.
I have a performance at Cheap Theatre on the 25th of June. A show called “With and Without”, which should be simple enough to find poems for, if I cannot write new pieces.
I performed at a show called “Silence and the Sound” at the Black Dog, curated by Desdamona, and sponsored by the St. Paul Almanac, this past Monday. The gig mashed up spoken word and sign language, which was kind of amazing, and though it didn’t go exactly as planned, went off beautifully. It was a great event, all of the poets were women, the signer was a woman, the camera ops were women, the organizer was a woman. It was nice. It was a good moment to say, I’m removing myself from slam a ways. I want to do something really honest, something that I know why I’m doing it.