  Some poets are far more insane then others. I have come to that conclusion yesterday as Luis ( El Extreme ) Chaluisan was hosting yet another Pedro Pietri Tribute. Egads!! That dude has some issues. He is part comedian, part poet, part host, part nutcase. When I first got there it was weird to me because I keep on learning about new things in the Bronx.
Not that it was totally new but new to me because I never knew it existed before. The event was held at the Bronx River Arts center. I never knew they had and arts center in the Bronx and you learn something new everyday. When it started this one chic did a poem by Julia De Burgos and regardless of how hot she looked  I dont think she will ever come close to doing Julia justice. After her bit  we were ushered to the 4th floor, no elevator mind you. If I catch a heart attack I am fuckin somebody up.
Sit, if Rich catches a heart attack that motherfucker is going to die because I am not carrying HIS ASS!!! We made it safe and they yanked another 5 dollars from the pocket and the evening started with a film called  El Cello. Que fuckin basura! It was about a young dominican chic playing the cello downtown for money. She encounters a homeless guy and they work in together and they make decent money. Some kid comes and takes her purse and she runs after him.
She returns and the homeless guy stole her cello. She comes home and her mother calmly hits her with the  I told you so . What miffed me was the unrealstic nature of this short film. No matter how much class they wanted to portray in this family  the dominican mother would have been screaming her head off. Anywayafter the film, several people went up and it was cool. Then.
The young Acentos Poets that  he hopes continue to write. Rich read his poem about Lolita and the old barrio. I went and did the Bronx Piece. Oscar went down the sorta rican route. Jess Browned skinned it. After we all finished Luis calls us all back to the stage.
So here are all the Acentos poets and he gives us a message from Pedro in the form of a message. When it was happening it was surreal. When it sunk in  I was embarassed as holy fuck. Strip me naked and show off the small penis instead if you want pero cono. This dude has issues. We get off the stage and you can tell that we were all like.
What the fuck was that about ? Some more poets and performers paid tribute and the evening was good. Carmen Pietri, Sam Diaz and Pedros Brother Showed up. We had a nice time with them as Carmen pulled out some old pics of Pedro from the 50s. Thoe pics had no price as they were hilarious. I straight up Carmen that I am ghetto and I have no problem stealing a few so keep them away rom me.
She laughed and we made our way off to eat. I tried to sum up the evening in my head but there was no need to. It was an honor of Pedro and we had a great time as he wanted all of us to have. Luis had some good moments and I give him props. It was early so we hit a diner and it was cool. We spoke about the show, poetry, and slam.
It was a good close to my evening as no one got on my nerves. Today is the shin dig as Seves and we are going to enjoy the high testosterone filled environment and act a fool. Catch ya soon Peace, Love, Porkchops Fish 
