  Sometimes I check my e-mail and it's nothing more then robotic. - Sign on AOL - Check e-mail - no reaction - sign off Once in a blue moon I get an e-mail that makes me soo happy. I never know where to expect the e-mails to originate from but I do know when I get them - I am good.
When I first started this poetry debacle that is quickly transforming into a passion, there was a venue in Brooklyn called " Morgies". It was the brainchild of Roger and Lynne. I am still pissed they let it go to the land of shit but that is their issue and not mine. Not the point. We used to trek it to the deepest bowels of Brooklyn to read poetry and I was really loving that spot.
They had a cappucino that made sex a distant second in my book. Roger also managed to bring down some of the most awesome poets on the scene. One day while attempting to write and perform poetry ( the battle still continues till this day ), I made a fool out of myself by choking in the first three lines of my poem. Mind you, this was in front of Willie Perdomo. After that, I worked a little harder and read off the page.
I read this poem called "fear", and it dealt mainly with death, my lack of fear in anything, and " if you fuck with me I have no problems killing you ". I read that poem and got my polite and controlled applause and walked off stage. That evening urlLink Bassey , Shane Koyscan and Kevin Coval were in attendance. I had no clue who they were but in the poetry community, they are what many consider heavy weights. At the end of the evening, we are all taking pictures with a digital camera and we are posing like fools. Bassey jumps in one picture and I proceed to hug her, flip her upside down and hold her by her ankles and we take a picture like that .
I just met her that day and it was hard for her to warm up to me after that. She goes up to Kevin Coval and tells him...... Bassey: " You let him do that to me, aren't you going to do anything? " Kevin: " Didn't you hear the poem that guy just read? " It was one of those moments that you really can't forget.
Bassey was one of the first people who has witnessed me making a fool out of myself on the mic. She saw me read this past Saturday at Louder then words and this is what I get : [hey.you] just wanted to tell you how absolutely wonderful your poem was on Saturday. I hope to God, this doesnt sound condescending, but Im so happy to hear how much Your work and your performance has grown since the first time I saw you.
I think you Are absolutely brilliant and I look forward to hearing more of your work in the future. Love to love ya, B. ahhhhh... the lovely young Bassey made my month. When you are reading on the scene you tend to stagnate amongst the peers who hear your work frequently. So this e-mail coming from her ( being a heavyweight and all ) gives me good reason to feel...... well........ good. Thanks girl Gotta work.. Peace, Love, Porkchop Fishdawg 
