I was lucky enough to go to the Nu-Yorican Poetry Cafe. Seeing people queue down the street because they may get into a poetry gig is a marvellous sight. Maybe I'd built this part of the trip up too much in my mind because it didn't quite live up to my expectations. The atmosphere was great, I loved the dancing (to poison by Bel Biv Devoe none the less) and the party going on during the breaks, the MC was awesome and there were some awesome stories being told by people who needed to tell those stories. I just felt that a lot of these stories were told in the exactly the same way. I don't want to sound like a twat & I really don't want invalidate anyone's voice but I just felt that the shouty nature of the performances let down the words being said. Performance poetry shouldn't be all about shouting your message. The words are strong enough to convey the message and sometimes you just need to let them breathe. Having said that, the highs of the evening were truly fantastic and there wasn't much finger snapping going on. That's always a bonus!
All in all I've had a great time. It's time for the frivolities to go on he back burner for a spell now. There is work to be done, shows to produce, flyers to hand out, and poems to memorise. I'll be back New York..... oh aye I'll be back.
btw I still haven't heard anyone shout "I'm walking here!!!!"
Perhaps next time.
And the biggest, most massive thanks must go to the people whose apartment we have stayed at. Aaaah you guys (I'm doing the double pointy fingers thing here)
Your cat is nuts!