dear you: crawl inside — call it home. — mahogany l browne
Fits iN ThE CiTY
This week I have been getting over a cold..thats nothing new..or remotely exciting, BUT the thing is I have gone from a stuffy nose, to full on coughing fits..they last a minute or so, are dramatic, and loud in nature…uncontrollable and hugely embarrasing..it’s making romantic dinners impossible ( I tried…with a few trips to the bathroom) But I could not pass up the chance to enjoy a pre arranged visit to The Friday Night Poetry Slam at Nuyorican Poets Cafe http://www.nuyorican.org
The $20 ‘VIP’ seats are a godsend, it means you can ignore the long ass lines outside, which in a New York winter is EXACTLY what you want when you turn up with half of the Lower East Side..but I digress..the place is small, and they pack the place out, I mean PACK it out…chairs..standing room only at the back and sides, and people seated on the floor at the front..forget fire hazard..I knew this was going to be bad for me in my condition…the poets are incredible, emotive, it’s powerful stuff, NBC were in the house filming…but there is no room..NO ROOM, but I was far from the door, and on the OPPOSITE side of the room from the bathroom, and I was prone to fits..FITS…and I couldn’t cut in front of the camera..and what was I to do when (and not if) an episode started…crowd surf over the top of everybody??…..oooooohhhweeee that was the most nerve wracking 2 hrs I have spent in quite some time..half of which I spent (you guessed it) by the cold entrance, standing, behind tall people, with a cup of hot water in my hand, that I bought from the bodega down the street to try and soothe my throat…*sigh!..Anyway I did what I could to make it through, but..if you are not having fits and love slam poetry..this HAS to be the best place in the world to be on a Friday night.