Just woke up. I'm supposed to be at The Cambridge Center for Adult Education, performing for the judges of The Cambridge Poetry Awards but pffffffffft.
This is the fourth year of the awards. In 2000 I was nominated for Best Spoken Word Male, but I was living in VT during the judging phase so I lost by default to Oz. The same thing happened last year because I was on tour, so I lost to J*Me. This year I'm up for "funniest poet" against The Ryk. I don't think I deserve it anyway. Not even half of my poetry is funny, and I almost never use my funny stuff when I'm actually trying to win a slam. Ryk is a funny poet. There's always depth to his work, but it's buffered by fantastic comedy. He's the closest thing the MA poetry scene has to George Carlin.
Also, I can't take these awards seriously. The first year Kristin Knowles beat Iyeoka for Best Slam Poet/Female because Iyeoka couldn't make it to the awards. I love Kristin but come on. This year Michael Mack is nominated for Best Slam Poet Male. The last time Michael Mack slammed in Boston was March 2000. His competition is Michael Brown who routinely gets decimated at every slam outside his own venue. I could see him being up for Best Storyteller or even Best Spoken Word Artist (oh how that hought makes me cringe) but best Slam Poet? Not since I've known him.
I find these award shows to be incredibly masterbatory. Who will win Class President of Boston Poetry? Who will be secretary? Who will be custodial engineer? Blah. I think I did pretty well at the slam awards in AZ, but that doesn't mean it has any validity either. It's about twenty people (most of whom were nominated themselves) giving awards for each other. It means fuckall. I put more credence in a slam than an awards show.
So for those reasons I'm staying home. Writing is more important than silly titles anyway.
--Cape Cod's Spoken Word Poet Laureate
--Best Slammer (Audience Choice) 2003 Mesa
--Best Host 2003 Mesa
--Winner of The National Dead Poets Slam 2000
Current Mood: ho hum (chatter chatter)
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