22 February 2008

Last night

I loved it. We had a good turn out, a few of Emmy's students made it to the audience, along with a few other old and familiar faces. It was a pleasant day because all I kept thinking about was being there with familiar faces. I read four poems: "Freudian," "Mental Cage," "Untitled (aren't we all?)" and "Lost Child." I was weary of reading the last two because they have deal with my brother's drunkenness. My mother and his son were in the audience. Mom's always at my readings because she shows her support that way. I looked on to her and it looked like she was hit by a ton of bricks. I wrote "Untitled (aren't we all?)" after his court case. It's actually a rough draft of the last poem I read, which came to me after listening to a Smashing Pumpkins' song.

Writing it was a long process of remembering a lot of painful memories. Things that I had stuffed deep down inside the bowels of emotional regret. I took it with the intention of reading it, but nerves made me think twice before performing it because I hadn't gotten it down right and because I didn't want to screw it up.

I felt that I was the center of attention at times because Amado constantly brought up stories of me and how I was persistent with contacting him. He also told the story of my performance night, the day that his cooks had quit on him. There was almost no performance by me. The cafe was close to closing that night because of the situation, but had managed to persuade someone to come work for him.

It was a good night. After Rolando comes back from Ohio, we're going to move into phase two of our plan to reconstruct the Nueva Onda--with Amado, Richard and Anne. Amado has an idea, but I have my nonprofit organization for teens. I'm not sure if I should mention this or not, but the idea that I had was to have an organization that will help teenagers in middle to high school express themselves through an artistic medium, whether it be writing, painting, music or the like. I'm around looking for people who'll volunteer their spare time to teach. Anne said she'd help out with the writing, so we've got that in the bag. (On a side note, Dr. Anne Estevis's book Chicken Foot Farm will be released on March 31st.) I'll need to find other people to help run it while I do a little grant writing to make sure we have the funds to continue on.

Other types of mediums would be dancing and film making (but those will come later on as the program grows). I suppose that's all I have now. For meantime, I realized I haven't been true to my blog's title.

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