poetry show

i went to a poetry show featuring some of the poets that you've seen me post about and it was amazing.  that's the laziest way to describe such a phenomenal event.  i'll probably put up the link so you can watch the show for yourself because it was definitely an experience.  i say that to say, i have never been more proud to be a writer than that night.  artists have a unique job.  there is no tangible evidence that we save lives because we don't bring you back to life on operating tables and we don't find cures to cancer but we express the very things that you want to live for.  it's a tough decision to bare your soul just to inspire or relate to someone you've never met, but every day the starving artists of this world do so - with hesitation, with worry, with fear, with joy, with anxiety, with a plethora of emotions that nonetheless, don't hold us back.  


in that moment, when i watched them string their words together like christmas lights to pull tears from the deepest parts of themselves and the people watching them, i have never appreciated my gift and love for the arts more.  


i respect everyone who does whatever it is they do to keep the world turning, but i can't help it if all i want to do is write about how it's spinning, ask why it's spinning and write more about who i'm willing to spin it for.


Congratulations to the Strivers Row.