“The points aren’t the point, the point is the poetry, so give it up for the poet!”
Last night I attended my first poetry slam. While standing in line outside the bar, I ran into my girlfriend’s professor, and after the show he and I clicked real well hanging out. I predict us becoming friends over the next two years.
This morning, while heading to the cafe, the quote above came to mind. It had been something our eccentric MC shouted into the mic following each poet, immediately after reading off the judges’ scores.
Thinking about the sentiment of the quote along with the newly sown seeds of a potential future friend made me ponder what people mean when they desire things such as cultural events.
For the longest time, I’ve been stubbornly Midwestern. When someone complained about how our small towns lacked the same vibrancy of large, eclectic cities, I couldn’t help but scoff at them and immediately begin demeaning them for having such childish desires. Chained onto me is this self conscious method of feeling superior: for not craving the common things my peers seem to desire such as cultural events, fancy bars, and nice restaurants.
When I thought about what our eccentric MC had shouted after every poet, and thought of my potential future friend, I thought of how I’d totally missed the point of what some people mean when they desire cultural events. I thought they desired the literal event, the show being put on. But maybe they simply wanted more chances to meet someone new, a new future friend who would share similar interests. Because that’s what I got out of last night’s event. The poetry was good too.
PS in case you were wondering, the MC was wearing a black t-shirt with this message in all caps white and red graffiti:
I HOPE I DON'T GET
FOR BEING BLACK