Sunday, May 20, 2012
I did a reading at Kafé Kerouac this past Friday. It was my first in Columbus, Ohio and I think I found out a lot about myself as a writer. My poetry seemed to come off a bit different than most. I wasn't very funny or serious. My pieces were shorter and more observational. But I felt the audience enjoyed them. The event was after all to help the local poetry team travel to North Carolina.
Aside from that, the location was beautiful. They sold books, records and coffee drinks named after various writers. I got one called a J.R.R. Tolkien. It had mint, cinnamon and hazelnut. They also serve ones named after Vonnegut, Joyce, Dahl and of course Kerouac.
The other poets were fabulous. One named Ed Plunkett was utterly hillarious while at the same time incredibly inciteful. He regailed us with a piece describing his attempts to catch a foul ball, frequently repeating the refrain I am foul ball bitter. Alexis Mitchell was also fabulous. Her passion and reflection on her life's journey left me breathless several times.
So, if you're ever in the area, stop by. I know I'll be reading there again soon.