So now I have two pieces that are loved by others. I mean like really loved. I don’t have a title for the poem about Kelly so if there are any suggestions please email me or something. Eliel.lucero@verizon.net
I love music.
That really doesn’t fit into anything but I just thought about that right now.
Acentos was great. I love that place. It is something that I and many others look forward to. I read the poem again last night but I don’t think I did as well as I did on Monday. I know I didn’t. I have to stop thinking that I have good vision and I have to print on a higher character. The mood was totally different too. The whole night. I was really taken by Nina, last night. Wow. Her poem was strong. I am taking a penal law class and we were recently discussing the burden of an attorney with a conscience. It must be really difficult to see supreme injustice, and not be able to do anything about it legally. I really felt her pain. I had goose bumps and I had to hold back the tear or two trying to creep out. Can’t cry all the time. I mean it was embarrassing enough having Jess laugh at me when I cried during “Big Fish”. The movie not the poet!
“Sort of Rican” gets better every time I hear it. I like the feeling of that poem. I guess it has more personal feeling for me. Even though there is a big Dominican presence in New York, there is hardly any, in any of my inner circles. That is why it was great to go to Umbrella on Saturday. There are so many Merengues and Bachatas that I haven’t heard. I was always the expert in that genre and now I am at a lost when asked about it.
I love a regular change of environment. I am working on a being Dominican like me piece that I want to see flourish. It has to be personal. I can’t make it broad because I don’t think that I can compare myself to many Dominicans, save my Spanish accent. Hopefully it will be ready by the 23rd but I doubt it. Poems are born over night with me so I really have no idea if I can or cannot do it. Who knows? I have to listen to Rich more and just write. Forget about deadlines. Forget about being loved, and just write. When I do, do that I create beauty. Well at least in my eyes.
The feature, Jack, had a good five-sonnet piece about something that my neighborhood has always talked about. It was a great piece, but he should’ve read more. I can be nice and say that it was enough but it wasn’t. It was like going to a strip bar, just a tease. Me dejo con todo el deseo coño. He gave me poetic blue balls. Really. We asked for more and got a flash of a breast. That was it.
I as always enjoyed the open mic and enjoyed being apart of it. The support level of acentos is great. I don’t really know all of the stuff between Guy and Bar 13, but I am glad as hell that he goes to acentos. Conversations with him, as short and crazy as they may be, are really cool. I haven’t heard many of his poems but what I have heard I have liked. Anyway, he is still a cool cat.
Matt with his dad made a great presence, I wish that I could make any one of my parents see me read one day, but that is a whole entry in itself.
The night was a good one. I could have read better though.