A quick post to reflect on a couple of things from the world of performing arts, one featuring yours truly and one not. The former of the two goes first: I dolled myself up last night (Friday) and returned to Mother Fool’s for the open-mic poetry event it hosts every month. I hadn’t been to Mother Fool’s in a while, and the good feeling I had performing there, combined with the equally good feelings lingering from my performance at Trans Monologues last month, drove me to perform at Mother Fool’s again.
As is usually the procedure with the Mother Fool’s poetry and freeform events, those who wanted to perform added their name to a basket, from which the host (more on him in a moment) pulled out names to determine the order of performances. I was the penultimate name pulled, taking the mic at around a quarter to 10PM. By chance, I had a literal front row seat to the entire show; the table you see in the foreground of this photo is where I sat, with a lady sitting at the next table obliging to take photos while I was at the mic. By chance or error, she hit the “video record” button on my phone’s camera a couple of times; they were brief and incomplete, but I’m tempted to edit and post them to show… well, audio proof that I perform my poetry. (If I do, a bit of a spoiler alert: I still not the most confident performer.)
Two spots after my 5-minute slot, which included 3 of my poems (including the holiday-themed first poem I ever posted here), the host took to the mic to finish off the event with a morose and rather morbid listing of the mass shootings in the United States over the past 5 years, including date and incident (his last entry was, “Next date: To be announced”). The host was Ron Czerwein, who owns the Avol’s Books consignment business that operates out of A Room of One’s Own downtown. For reasons left undisclosed, Friday was Ron’s last night hosting poetry open mic at Mother Fool’s. The plan is for him to cede host duties to a rotation of four hosts, with one of the quartet caring for the hosting duties each month (including, presumably, making arrangements for the guest performers who open each event). Two of those four hosting slots were still open, according to Ron, and being the type of person who wants to help out any way I can, I was tempted to inquire about the host slots. I didn’t, however, because for one, I don’t have any real skills at arranging event logistics. Also, I’m still relatively new at poetry writing and presenting. Perhaps if I had more of those logistical and performing skills, I would have stepped up and asked, “Hey, do you need a fourth host?” Maybe that will change in the future.