I judged a 'slam poetry' competition. One of the kids was so good, I actually cried. It was your usual pseudo-goth 'God/Politics/Our Parents/Sluts are all evil' type stuff, but the occasional gem poked through the dirt. It made me want to write, which is strange, as I usually regard poetry as the type of thing wannabe goths do to try to 'look
(
Read more... )