Last week, I hosted the Dead Poet's Slam an annual event produced by Smartgals, an incredible org doing amazing sight specific work. The Slam pits a group of dead poets against another group of dead poets. This year the rivalry was West Coast dead poets vs. East Coast dead poets. Writers, performers, actors intrepret the work and get judged by a panel of experts. One performer interpreted Langston Hughes, while another interpreted Charles Bukowski. And so on. The dead East Coast poets won. Not only is the event fun, but it brings together a great group of talented people.
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I love these photos, Noel. I've been wanting to meet MHK for forever--I'm so jealous, but I basically would want to tell her what you told her so perhaps I can just consider it done. I talked about her in a Boston Globe interview--maybe she'll read it someday and know.
Alonso and I were just lamenting how far away we are from the LA Times Festival of Books. But it's nice to see these photos of everyone! Looks like you're having a lot of fun.
Goofball mode or not, I like the look!
Wait, is that poets from the east coast performing the work of dead poets from wherever? Or poets from wherever performing the work of dead poets from the east coast?
Either way, I say: Westsiiide!
Can I borrow that tie?
Grace, you need to come back West!
Cheryl, It was local writers interpreting the work of East coast poets. It was most fun.
Peter and Don, I knew my look would appeal to men of a certain...persuasion.
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