Follow-Up-Notebook-Thoughts

Having heard the poets dismay in accordance with the other's poems, I was inspired to get a notebook. I thought that, if the disliked poet's stuff was so bad, at least he used some cool notebook. And so, I went and bought a notebook. I usually just write upon scrap paper; whatever I may find really. I have never had any preferences. After having used the notebook for merely a day, I came to the conclusion that concealing my thoughts in one defined spaced, dedicated to expression is stupid. I threw the notebook away and am glad I did. I also read more of this terrible poetry, about which the poet writes and it sucks.

A Secret Book

I met this poet underway in Chicago. His poems are reflective of another man's poems; poems he finds to be terrible. An example of his work:

yeah that’s his shtick
hot carls, dirty boys
and nasty dicks.

Although he does seem to have a rather concise style and simplistic view, I find him to be somewhat befuddling. I find that often such poets evolve into grand playwrights. One example may be Bert Brecht, someone who has influenced me forever. His name? I have no idea. If I knew I would be able to support him, despite my confusion about his existence. Perhaps, one day we may all enjoy one of his shows. I hope he has the talent to succeed.

Purple Suits and Odd Dreams

I recently encountered a young man, whose style of performance is so, that most would find him rather absurd. In public this man sang songs of woe and addiction. I was impressed with his ways. I am not sure now, how exactly to describe his performance other than to say that I enjoyed it more than anything I have enjoyed in a very long time. He made the rest of the performers uncomfortable with his talent. Their lack of comfort was understandable, yet I only hope they realized what was happening in front of themselves. I doubt they appreciated it as I did, but I hope.