As the months go by I find that my end of the deal in sharing my writing not just on here– but out in the world, on the streets–has been waning. So a few weeks ago I had the wonderful opportunity to get back out on the stage to perform some of my latest works, down at the monthly Word Party held at Viracocha in San Francisco’s Mission district. It was National Poetry Month, and as it also coincides with Jazz Month, each performer had the chance to read their works to a live jazz band!
In performing some of my works, as with writing them, it’s not just for me. It’s all about sharing the truths or randomness that speaks to me out to the rest of the world because we’re kidding ourselves if we think we live in a shell. Especially out here in a big city like San Francisco, you’re going to meet people from EVERYWHERE. You’ll take away something from each stranger you encounter in the bar or on the same bus route, whether their particular style caught your eye or their simple kindness in small talk or opening a door for you sets your mood up for the better. Strangers that on the surface mean little or nothing to each other, but connections that surely run deep.
I love the idea of interwoven stories, ever since watching the 2008 film Paris. It’s a beautifully written film with so much inspiring visual aesthetic to a romantic realist take on a selected few denizens within the City of Lights. So hopefully when I am out reading whatever silly things that come to mind for the masses, others might take notice to this small contribution I offer to make SF just a little bit more interesting, and maybe inspiring to others out there. That’s why I read. Not just a story to tell but a story of my own that others might take notice to.
I think I’ll be missing out on the next word party as I’ll be away from the city next week, but for the local poetry enthusiasts in San Francisco I highly recommend attending a reading at Viracocha. It’s an artistan/vintage hub with a really cool back room bar and stage WITH ONE OF THE NICEST BATHROOMS IN SAN FRANCISCO YOU WILL EVER COME ACROSS. Trust me, it’s been rated and written and raved about on SF Gate and was even a finalist for America’s Best Restroom. So when the bartenders tell you to check out the bathroom, you’ll be glad you did!
Here is the piece I read that night as well. Enjoy, and to you strangers out there, I hope to see you at my next one.