Another day, another slam.
I went to another Poetry Slam last night, and I did fairly well for myself. Made it to the second round this time, although I think that I ended up in 5th place since everyone in the second round scored better than I did.
Although that's not saying a great deal, because practially no scores were under 9.0. Besides, I blame my second performance blues on the fact that I had to go last in the first round and first in the second round. I was still shaking off the post-performance energy when I had to get back up and rattle off a poem that I had only quasi-memorized.
There was one girl there that was incredible. Professional calibur to be sure. I wish that I had gotten the chance to talk to her, although she is a college English professor which explains her linguistic competence.
I went to another Poetry Slam last night, and I did fairly well for myself. Made it to the second round this time, although I think that I ended up in 5th place since everyone in the second round scored better than I did.
Although that's not saying a great deal, because practially no scores were under 9.0. Besides, I blame my second performance blues on the fact that I had to go last in the first round and first in the second round. I was still shaking off the post-performance energy when I had to get back up and rattle off a poem that I had only quasi-memorized.
There was one girl there that was incredible. Professional calibur to be sure. I wish that I had gotten the chance to talk to her, although she is a college English professor which explains her linguistic competence.
spikybluegirl:
ah, commentlove. it's a very kinky and complicated process. hehe. actually, Stacie just usually doesn't comment on my journal, so yeah... commentlove.