also he was friends with kate, so wound up hanging out at the house with a bunch of people. we were talking a little bit in the kitchen and i pinky swore to him that i would perform something within a month. this was my first pinky swear in maybe 10 years. and well-timed, as right after leaving the slam i sat in my car and wrote down a poem that was rattling in my head. it's not great, but it's the first slammish poem (which, compared with how i normally write, means a poem that isn't just prose with weird line breaks) i've written that i don't hate.
[1] remember heron? my friend from unh who went off to peacecorps for a few years. she's back now and we're hanging out and it rules.
unrelatedly:
"the greater part of what my neighbors call good i believe in my soul to be bad, and if i repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. what demon possessed me that i behaved so well?" -thoreau
"absolutely unmixed attention is prayer." -simone weil
which i suppose means i don't know how to pray
and now i leave until tuesday night!
