I feel a lot older than I should. Some nights at Writers Block I'm the oldest person in the room. Really.
There were a couple of poets who featured last year who really influenced me. Hey look, a couple of old guys who are still slamming. There's hope for me yet!
The first is Bill Campana. The guy's a Dali on the mic.
He's also insane. His series of Cheney haiku was evil and brilliant, just like Dick himself!
There was a night at Writers Block when an old man showed up and started talking to the host. I asked who he was. "The feature," I was told. He changed his schedule and was a week early.
Jack McCarthy blew my mind that night. His gentle power on the mic is a stark contrast to all the slam poets who try to spew out seventeen syllables per second. I like that.
Because he's so great I'm posting another.