The event of the evening was a trip back down to Alphabet City to watch some slam poetry. This time, the venue was not the Nuyorican Cafe but rather a nice restaurant/lounge place called Guernica. Lynn's co-worker had put together a night of poetry and rapping and music. Sounded pretty exciting and so me, her and Leslie went down there to check it out. Lynn's co-worker, Kevin, was real nice and we met a friend of his who was on a few episodes of Ally McBeal. That in essence was the highlight of the night.



To contrast with our last poetry experience at Nuyorican, this night started an hour and a half late and the quality of the performances were way lower. On one hand, i respect the fact that someone can get up in front of a group of people but on the other, i realize the huge gap between amateurs and professionals, or even good amateurs and amateurs. There were only a very few poems read (like four total) and they were very raw and unpolished. The MCs began pretty badly but after they stopped rapping about cars, ice and ho's they got a lot better. I respect Kevin's inspiration and motivation to put an event like this together but it struck me as odd to see only thirty minutes of content. What crystalized in my mind was the way i want to write and present myself through writing. Much of the time, i was listening to the poetry/rap and thinking about what lessons i can garner from this particular style and how much i really wanted to sit down and write.



Also watched Run Lola Run tonite, which i've seen before on the big screen. It is an amazingly original and brilliantly constructed movie. Check it out.