Even though I want to make a post complaining about the present state of pro wrestling, I’ll save that one for a day when I’m out of things to say, because I’m quite sure it’ll still be crappy.
In any case I spent the last couple days pimpin in the OH and returned to the Chi yesterday afternoon. The OH was cool, saw some of my folks from the grocery store I worked at (and kind of still do depending on the season), saw The Hangover 2 (wait for a good bootleg, just kind of eh), saw some pistols, Rick Rolling, found out how to get the water out of my car door and mostly just layed around and watch HGTV, MSNBC and History Channel. I also got to thinking how many people have been jumping off bridges this spring because its been raining for like 40 days and night on some Book of Exodus type joint. It rained the whole way home, through 3 states fuckin rain, and it rained all night and the next day and the next night. I mean damn, if my SADS kicked in full gear, off the Valley View I go.
I did some work as an extra on the set of Nightmare on Elm Street and Little Fockers and they called me to to be an extra on the set of a tv show called Boss. Guess it’s some new joint staring Kelsey Grammar and that’s where I was today. This episode was being directed by Mario Van Pepples, now nothing against the brotha, but his films, meh (ie, Solo), but overall he was a really cool dude. I think the sun has made people less crabby and smile, see what difference a couple days of sunlight brings 🙂
As for poetry…………………………………………………………………….
Naw, really it’s been a little on the upside. Cave sent me an email and said there was an opening for the retreat this summer, because I was on a wait list thanks to the Chicago USPS. I also went to this cafe last week and started a new poem and today I finished one of my ekphrastic poems for this art gallery in Pilsen. I have never written an ekphrastic poem before and I think part of writing is always challenging yourself to do something different. I remember I was working on this project of writing a chapbook on all the differences of the word “bust.” I wrote maybe five poems and was telling a poet friend of mine and he said “good now you need to do something else,” I asked him why and he said “because you’ve done that now.” Now even though I didn’t finish chapbook, I completely understood where he was coming from, I have already written “bust” poems and it was more of a personal project rather than for a publisher, and since I did it multiple times, I needed a new project. I’m sick of writing personal narrative poems and don’t want to write “love” poems. Even though I don’t intend or think they’re love poems other people do, I think I’ve gotten that out of my system now, but I don’t know where I was being guided, 😕
The ekphrasic is good though I think it may force me into something new. Just need to quite being a bum and send out to more journals. I got all my rejections so time to send out a new batch. I’ve been in such a slump though another rejection might make me want to switch careers and start that career as a cock model for sex toys and box covers (yes someone did tell me that before).
On the random, here’s something I found funny 🙂