he wants to see/hear me read… 11 June 2007
i sent a link to my blog(this one)…to this…new..”friend” of mine. he asks “…so, are you some kind of a poet?” I replied by letting him know that once upon a time i used to travel and do “spoken word” as well as just…”write”. But i haven’t read in years…and i just write when the feeling hits me; and call it a blessing when it i do. i wrote a piece a coupla days ago that is more like the stuff i used to write. I’ll admit…i was pretty good some years ago. but the words just poured out of me the other night and i just let them do their own thing.
my hands are sometimes like my ass…they have their own zip code: so they tend to do their own thing.
i say… give him a show…
you’ve got so much in you to write about, it’s a shame you don’t do it as often as you used to… but, boy when you do… you tear down walls. he’d be crazy not to want to hear what you have to say. and you’d be… silly not to share it. just my thoughts.