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hallawayjoe
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Mood:
Ouch

First of all, I have gout. I thought about it in the past occasionally, but never thought I had it. All the symptoms point to it. Pain in the big toe, excessive dietary habits, lack of exercise. Right now I am still in the throes of it. Ouch!

At least I know what it is. Now I need to change my habits.

Good news is I have a line of poetry embedded in concrete in downtown Las Vegas. I went to the ribbon cutting ceremony today and my line "I think she is strange, America" is on the Poet's Bridge. There are 20 of us selected and many who weren't. Everyone who is on there deserves to be on there, and there are many who deserve to be there but aren't. Rather than sound self righteous or defensive or ungrateful on the matter of inclusion, I will just say that I am happy to be there. I hope I get a lot more honors and accolades in my life. Tenure anyone? It is an honor, but my current mistress is slam. She is my obsession... and anybody can rise to the top with awesome poetry and kickass performance. Democracy!
So, even though I am getting successful, I am still capable of getting my ego crushed in any given slam. I remember how heartbroken I was after not making the 2001 slam teams... Las Vegas and Flagstaff. Slam at least in theory is fair, it relies a lot on luck. I am happy to be a part of that.

Speaking of which, I am going to post a mostly incoherent account of my experience with the Slam Team from June all the way to the end of the National Poetry Slam.

Lots of great events coming to Vegas... Taylor Mali, Gary Glazner, and rumors of Big Poppa E, Dawn Saylor, and another troupe.

Well in and out with the fucking gout

Indulge me
no deprive me


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