When blogging becomes real

Well I've had the most entertaining weekend - so far- I finally got to meet Cousin Sarah - like we've been blogging for years and never met - its been more realistically a couple of months. And it was truly an honor. She is a VERY good poet. A little nervous but her content was awesome. But I think she has an inkling of that or perhaps like me she wouldn't be signing lists if didn't think she could hang, and I KNOW she can hang anywhere. She got me out of the house and to my home spot so I must say thank you for that. We got to talk and hang - although I was late as I am usually to Legacy so I couldn't sit with her - Like I warned her, all the seats were gone by ten - figures. But she is a really cool lady. The kind of person I would hang out with regularly - would be my poetry buddy, the kind of person I would write with, cause she beleives in the writing, the person I would run to new spots with - I sure hope she moves to St Louis.
We were out on the parking lot doing the "I hate to go home" thing that poets do - my crew was playing frisbee for poets sake - and we were talking about all the things poets like:

1. you know your a poet when you wake up in the middle of the night to write something that has just come to you - and you write it in the dark as to not wake up your significant other, but that means you are writing all carefull in your half sleep delusions leaving big gaping spaces between the lines and praying you can read it in the morning -and it makes sense.

2. or you need to write down the line that has come to you but you can't find any paper so you write it on ANYTHING a napkin, a paper bag , your leg, toilet paper anything ink will stay on? but not your hand cause you know you'll wipe it off absent mindly?

3. Or the free style you know is the hottest shit you should be writing down but you don't remember that you can't remember shit untill you've gone about three stanzas in and in your run to find papaer and pen you forget the whole damn thing anyway?

I don't know about you but these moments happen way too often for me. But I had a very good time at legacy. I stayed and talked to Spoken until 1:40 am and I realised how much I missed the scene. I know why I stoped going. I asked after those people most regularly involved with my unease - heard they are holding on but restructuring, didn't hear about a few others apparently they've held on as well from a few e-mails I've received. I know why I stopped going but the people and the faces and the poetry don't seem like a fair enough trade so I'm pretty sure I'll be going out more often - possibly not as hard core - I'm sure not as hard core as I used to. But just making the decission makes me feel better about writing. That there will be people to share with. Now I just need to get the fifteen notebooks I got poems in together and write maybe ONE whole new peice - that's my goal for this weekend. Who knows if I'll make it. Got baby stuff to take care of this weekend and yard stuff and other wife stuff. I like wife stuff. Like being the wife. i'm still getting used to this whole husband and wife thing- if I call him my boyfriend one more time..... anyway.

anyway I thinkI'm going to take Blus lead and write a Hakui or rather a senryu on each post from here out.

Pens dry emotions
like old ink wells refill not
just buy a new pen